Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
I've been stalling on bringing her in for questioning while I did some digging. As far as I can tell, she's never mentioned this kid to anyone, never spoke to him on the phone, never hit him up on any of her personal social media accounts. And yet we've got a burner phone and numerous other social media accounts registered in her name all connected to him. We've got a whole campus full of college kids swearing that they were dating, while everyone connected to her laughed at the thought of her dating anyone, let alone some nerdy kid.
The few historical data pings we were able to get on the burner phone places it in the city, hitting off the same cell towers as her primary number. Some of those pings were damn near replicas of the ones we ran on her primary number, meaning the phones were in roughly the same location at the same time on the same days.
Which leads me to believe I'm missing something. I'm just not sure what yet. Is she a beautiful little liar or is something else going on? I haven't decided. Truth is, I'm not sure I'm ready to face whatever the answer might be. Following her around has quickly become my favorite source of entertainment.
There are a thousand other things I should be doing, and yet I'm here. Waiting for her to turn around and notice me. She's been running through my mind on an endless loop since I first looked her up. One look at her picture and I was hooked.
She's beautiful, talented, sexy as hell, funny, kind…the total package.
I've been hard for her for days.
She finishes her conversation on stage and turns to look out over the crowd, a bottle of water in her hands. I sit forward in my seat, my dick throbbing in my jeans. I knew her little dress was short, but fucking hell. The top plunges into a deep V all the way to the flirty bow at her waist. The bottom flares out over her wide hips, ending at mid-thigh. It's retro and sexy as hell.
Part of me roars at the thought that everyone else in this fucking bar car see as much of her as I do. That part doesn't give a fuck that I'm a cop and she's a suspect. It doesn't give a fuck that she's lightyears out of my league or that she's not mine. It's possessive, primal, roaring for me to claim her here and now.
"You've got to be kidding me," she mouths as soon as those blue eyes land on me.
I meet her gaze, biting back a groan when my dick throbs again. She's too fucking beautiful. Every delectable curve of her body is visible in that dress. Her confidence is sexy as hell to me. She isn't ashamed of her curves. She doesn't try to hide them behind bulky clothing or dark colors. Instead, she wears them like sex. It practically drips from her. So does innocence. The combination is deadly.
She takes a sip of her water, watching me over the top of the bottle. She acts cool, as if my presence doesn't affect her in the least. But I see the way her hand trembles. I see the splash of water that spills down her chin and onto her chest.
"Fuck me," I groan, shifting in the seat as droplets slide between her breasts.
She gasps, her gaze breaking from mine as she looks around for a napkin.
I adjust my dick in my pants, trying to convince him to stand down.
Within seconds, her gaze is on me again, as if she's unable to look away for long. Mine crawls all over her cleavage. Her tits aren't overly large, but goddamn, they're gorgeous. I want to see my marks on them while she's got my cock down her throat.
Judging by the flush to her cheeks, she wants me as badly as I want her. But she's trying like hell not to let me know that. As if she knows what I'm thinking, her eyes flash with irritation and then narrow.
I smirk at her, amused as hell that she thinks she can intimidate me. I graduated the police academy at the top of my class at twenty-two. There isn't much I haven't seen in the fifteen years since. She may think she's fierce, but she's no more dangerous than a little kitten showing her claws.
"You ready?" her drummer calls, sliding into place behind his drum set.
She breaks my gaze and nods at him.
I sit forward in my seat, eager to see what she sings tonight. I fell asleep with her sultry voice ringing in my ears last night. I came with her name on my lips not even five minutes before that. Yeah, I want her. So goddamn badly I'm ready to break every fucking rule in the book to make her mine and damn the consequences.