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JONATHAN JUMPED FROM the wall when Strickland’s orgasmic scream erupted from Rena’s room.
Five minutes later, the breathless detective teetered into the hall, fumbling with his belt and zipper. “Excuse me for being so loud.” He slapped his thighs. “Man, oh man.”
Jonathan groaned.
“She fucked the shit out of me.” Strickland cackled, gripping Jonathan’s shoulders. “She came twice. I didn’t expect that to happen. She was so good.”
Rena stood in the doorway holding a sheet around her body, tears hanging from her lashes.
Jonathan headed for her and she backed into the room and shut the door.
Strickland danced a jig, belt loosened and flopping. “She tried to put up a fight at first.”
Jonathan closed his eyes, fighting the urge to kill him.
“She was so soft.” Strickland stroked his middle. “Felt like I was fucking a cloud. Those womanly hips and breasts. Mm. I did whatever I wanted—”
“Never again!” Jonathan grabbed him. “You hear me? This will never happen again.”
“Ooh. You jealous because she came twice? She ever come twice with you?”
“I mean it.” Jonathan shook him. “You’re a disgusting, pitiful excuse for a man and the only reason I’m putting up with you is because of Deidra.”
“Yeah, Deidra.” Strickland pushed Jonathan away. “Without me you ain’t getting her back. I hold the cards here.”
“Bull.” Jonathan panted.
“Oh no? I’ll leave then.”
“You’re not going anywhere. We have a deal. Now are you ready to talk business or not?”
Strickland sniffed his fingers, hinting to whatever vile things he’d done to Rena. “How can I think of business?” He fell against the wall in a daze. “That was the best sex I had. Seems better when a woman doesn’t want it, doesn’t it?”
“I wouldn’t push my luck if I were you, Detective. Lucian filled me in on some things. I never get involved with someone without learning their vulnerabilities. You fuck with me, your career and everything you’ve worked for is over.”
“Trust me, J.” Strickland snickered, buckling his belt. “You’re the only person in this place I don’t wanna fuck.”
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“UGH.” URSULA RIPPED the cigarette from her mouth that night as Johnny Depp mumbled through his chorus on a scene from Sweeney Todd. “My god. Who told Johnny Depp he could sing?”
Someone knocked on her door.
Ursula glided to the door, closing the robe over her green camisole and shorts trimmed in black lace. “Who is it?”
“It’s the man of your dreams,” a silky voice crooned. “Open up.”
She laid against the door, crossing her arms. “I don’t want to.”
“Ursula. Open the door and let Daddy in.”
“Daddy?” she grumbled, unlatching the double bolt.
Gage held out a bouquet of striking, pink lilies. “I believe these are your favorite.” He flashed a playful smile as she took the flowers.
“What are you doing here?”
He leaned his on the doorframe. “You summoned me like an animal in heat.”
She rolled her eyes skyward as she sniffed the lilies.
“I smelled the sweet scent of your cunt through the air.” He lowered his chin, giving her an under look. “It’s calling my name. It’s saying, ‘Gage. Gage, I want your big cock in me tonight’.”
“I don’t think so.” She tried to close the door, but he stuck his black, Paul Smith Oxford shoe between it. “Gage, no.”
“No?” He slid inside, removing his black, Valentino blazer. “Since when is it no?”
“Since I told you this is over. Please leave.”
“How can I leave when you’re dressed like that?” He lowered himself on the silver table. “I can’t move anyway because my dick weighs a hundred pounds.”
“We can’t do this.” She closed the door, plucking at the lilies. “For God’s sake Lang was murdered.”
“That’s why I need you.” He cringed as Depp’s pitiful singing continued. “I’m going crazy in my grief and you’re the only thing that can help me with that. Good Lord who told Johnny Depp he could sing?” He grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. “We both cared about Lang.” He strutted toward her. “She’d want us to comfort each other.”
“I pretty much doubt she’d want us to fuck.”
“Really?” He snatched the flowers out her hand, pushed her against the wall and plastered his juicy lips on her neck.
“Stop.”
He held her still, sucking her skin.
“Lang is dead.” She moaned, cramped underneath his strength. “Don’t you feel guilty?”
He fondled her hips, raising her camisole. “You didn’t care when she was alive.”
She huffed. “I did but couldn’t fight the attraction for you.”
“Then don’t fight it.” He slid to his knees and kissed her belly button. “We need each other now. We’re the only ones we can turn to.”
“No.” She thrust her fingers in his hair, gyrating from his warm tongue. “We can’t.”
“We can.” He slipped down her shorts. “You’re a beautiful woman. You expect me to just walk away?” He kissed the inside her thighs.
“Did you kill her?” She rocked from the pleasure of his lips. “Did you?”
“No.” He threw her leg over his shoulder. “Did you?”
She slammed her back to the door, her breath filling the room as he inched his mouth toward her wetness.