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The discovery of the bodies had this town in shock. Mayor Russ Daigle had been riding Sheriff Riley’s back daily. He stressed that he expected some leads in this case and quickly. The local paper had been trashing the police department, calling the department inept and wondering when the FBI would be brought in.
Picou had a difficult time getting everyone to understand that it would be a long and arduous investigation. He couldn’t just pull a suspect out of thin air. He had a job to do, and he would do it, but he wanted it done right. He had no control over the press. Besides, he was a detective and not a damned public relations officer. Let someone else worry about handling the press.
At least everyone was in agreement to permit Dr. Harrison to send the remains off to be examined by a forensic anthropologist and his team. It may be their only hope to identify these poor victims.
This case had folks spooked. They saw a potential killer lurking about in every shadow. They wanted someone arrested quickly for this heinous crime.
He worried every morning that this would be the day they were called into Sheriff Riley’s office and informed the FBI had been called in. Each day that they failed to produce a viable suspect escalated the chance of this happening.
There would be no warning when it happened. No amount of begging would help once the decision was made.
Unlike other cases Detective Picou had worked on in the past, this one had him baffled. His acute investigative skills and inherent ability to unearth a clue from out of nowhere was something he was known for. This time they were dealing with a crafty killer.
Needing a break from the investigation, he called Mia, “Are you in the mood for an evening of sumptuous food, stimulating conversation and dessert in bed?”
Mia could think of nothing better, “I am on my way home. I will cook us supper so that we don’t have to go out.”
“Are you ever going to let me take you out to a restaurant?”
She laughed, “Maybe one of these days, but after spending all day in one I would rather stay at home.”
As Chad hung up with Mia, he felt his heart stretch and swell a little at the thought of Mia cooking supper for him.
***
MIA HAD JUST FINISHED cooking supper when the doorbell rang. She opened the door to let him in, “I have been thinking about you all day.”
He kissed her thoroughly, “I couldn’t get over here fast enough to see you. I need to forget about today for a little while.”
She loved Chad’s kisses. She loved the way his lips moved sensually over her mouth, his tongue teasing her lips until seeking entry. Just a simple kiss from Chad could arouse her to the point of dizziness.
When Mia realized she was in love with this man it sent euphoria rushing through her. She had always dreamed of falling in love with a man like Chad Picou, dreamed of having a marriage like her parents. She wanted someone warm and loving, supportive and giving. She needed someone who she could tell her innermost secrets to without fear of being judged. Someone she could come home to after an emotionally draining day and know he would make her feel better. Someone she could have a family with, give her heart to and not someone who she was just physically attracted to.
Walking into the kitchen, “Supper smells great.”
Mia walked up to him, pressing her body into his and kissed him one more time. She couldn’t get enough of him.
When his lush mouth made contact with hers, she forgot about the food she had cooked. She could not fight the tidal wave of desire that washed over her.
She let him kiss her, moaning his name. She gave in to the exquisite, sensation of being wanted above anything else.
She wanted him and he wanted her. She wanted to lose herself in desire. Just the smell of him was intoxicating. Her pulse raced as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
His lips were hot and moist against hers. Her breath came in deep gasps. She had an expression of profound enjoyment on her face. Her touch was soft and delicate, sliding over his body like silk. His touch sent pure need to her very core.
She let her hands wander over his body. Her fingers massaged every cord and muscle of his arms, lingering on the contours of his rock hard biceps.
As he caressed her body, she didn’t think she had ever been touched so lovingly, so tenderly. She had never felt anything so torturous yet glorious at the same time. His hands on her felt so good, so right. He kissed her once more, placing a hand on the middle of her back and pulled her closer to him, into his aching need. He suckled her wonderful lips, tangling her tongue with his.
As her fingers worked their way to his groin, he thrust his tongue even deeper into her mouth. She moaned against his lips.
She undressed him right there in the kitchen, supper forgotten. She explored his body with her velvet lips. Her tongue created havoc on his body. Everywhere his hands touched brought her scorching pleasure. She wanted him so badly at this moment. She couldn’t imagine herself ever not wanting him.
He picked her up and carried her off to the bedroom. He kept kissing her madly, tossing her onto the bed and tumbling on top of her. Her body arched up into his, grinding deliciously into him.
“Ah cher,” he whispered into her ear.
***
THIS WOMAN WAS INCREDIBLY provocative. Her slumberous, sexy eyes made him weak in the knees. Desire for her permeated every inch of him. He looked down at her luscious nude body, devouring her with his eyes.
He flipped her over where she was now on top of him. Her voluptuous breasts hung full and ripe above him, begging to be suckled. Her long legs straddled him. His pulse raced at the sight of her naked body straddling his. She rubbed against him, slow and tantalizing. He thought he would explode with that one simple movement. He needed her to slow down; they had all night.
Mia reached over him and removed a feather from her nightstand. “I thought you would need to relax a little tonight, so I planned a treat for you.”
He looked at the long, supple feather, “What do you have planned, cher?”
She smiled enticingly, “Lie back and enjoy Detective.” She slowly drew the feather across his jaw line, letting it glide along his body.
She held the feather just above his taut nipple teasingly, “Do you want me to stop?”
“Mais non.” She lowered the feather tickling his nipple ever so lightly. He hissed out a gasp from the torturous pleasure. As she moved to his other nipple a zing of arousal singed through him.
She heard him let out another moan, “Do you like that?” she asked him.
“Mais oui.”
She continued teasing him with the feather further down his body, creating a delicious torment of desire. His whole body shuddered with excitement. “Ah Cher.” A cascade of goose bumps followed in the wake of the quill. Slowly she let the feather glide along his erection. It was sheer torture for him.
She took him in her mouth. He was long, thick and scalding hot. Suddenly she was on her back with him straddling her. “Je suis en feu,” he informed her, “I’m on fire for you.”
His hands wandered over her body, savoring the feel of her hot skin. It was utterly enchanting to have his hands on her body. He cupped one of her breasts and caressed her nipple. He took the hard point into his mouth. Mon Dieu, she felt so good. He didn’t know if he could restrain himself tonight.
She moaned in pleasure. Her eyes were heavy with desire. He wanted to ravish her until they were both sated. He couldn’t take this sweet torture anymore. He lowered his body to hers, fitting perfectly into her pliant curves. He had needed this, to feel her naked body underneath his. “I love how you taste, so intoxicating.”
“And I love the way you make me feel,” she replied back in quick gasps.
Her hips were doing a slow undulation against him as her feet moved up his legs. He let out a moan as he thrust inside of her, filling her with him. With each thrust he moved in deeper, further and further until he swore he was touching her very core. His eyes never broke contact from her, dazzling in the pleasure coursing through her. She writhed underneath him, seeking more and more of him.
Their bodies pulsed to the same beat. They were melded together. Never before had he ever felt so drunk with desire. Her muscles tightened around him, pulsing against him. He thrust deeper into her.
She cried out in sweet release. A thousand searing sensations rippled through his body. With a deep groan, he erupted deep inside of her. He held her tight while she rode the storm.