![]() In some little nagging part of my head, it didn’t feel right to me, but I did love his” My sexual wrangling with Charlie was foolish, unprofessional, and in theory, possibly dangerous. ![]() As a rule, I scrupulously avoid personal contact with anyone connected with a case. ![]() There is nothing quite as smug as the self-congratulation that abounds when one has been thoroughly and proficiently screwed, but I was a little bit embarrassed with myself nevertheless. My hair seemed to be standing straight up on end. Even so, I missed him as I brushed my teeth, smirking at my own reflection in the bathroom mirror. He had work to do the next day and so did I. He did things to me that I’d only read about in books, and at the end of it, legs trembling, heart thudding, I laughed and he buried his face against my belly, laughing too. I hadn’t known how much I wanted him until then, until that point, but the sound I made was primitive and his response was fierce and immediate and after that, in the half-light, with the table pushed aside, we made love on the floor. I clutched at him convulsively, slid down and forward against him and he half lifted me, hands cupped under my ass. ![]() ![]() “aware of, he was on his knees between mine, pulling the neck of my T-shirt down, his mouth on my bare breast. ![]()
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