be Miss Mathews, Julia’s assistant, an undeveloped larva next to a magnificent rare butterfly. But she did own an earthy touch with that intriguing fog whistle voice. And those wondrous legs. With Miss Mathews, I was like a boy fascinated with shiny-backed beetles. Would I scoop her up in my specimen jar?
“I want a private dick. Privately,” she said, with just the right amount of heat. It was a rehearsed line, not bad, and it usually would have brought one back from me. I sat on the foot of the bed studying the way the light played on the gossamer hairs that ran from her navel to her quiet little bush. “I want to show you I’m not the mousy little assistant you think I am.” Quiet little bush. Waiting. Dark.
“Uh huh. If you say so. From this angle definitely not mousy. I might have taken you for mousy at first, but you’ve handled yourself pretty good Miss Mathews. You have your moments. You’re having one now.”
She let out a silvery little laugh, a triumphant, leisurely laugh.
She liked my eyes on her.
She rested, but with a slight rhythm aimed to please. Heat seemed to pour out of her eyes. Her nipples, hard little rubies; her breathing, rapid.
One knee rose from the bed revealing the nice curve of her calf. She opened her legs slightly, teasing, swaying. Vanilla spice mingled with desire. “Call me Dee, as in your Dee-light. Would you like to make love to me?”
Stupid question. My dick was already screaming for me to shut up and climb on. But I held back. Julia would undoubtedly find out. Maybe little Dee would even brag to her. Would that push Julia away or bring her closer out of curiosity to confirm Dee’s review?
“I suppose a lot of men would. Just about any private detective I know would. You’re built for speed, aren’t you? Slender, great pair of legs. They’d wrap around a man nicely. I don’t mind staring at them, or this soft line of hair that runs down from your navel like a velvet Nile — to here.”
I softly placed my finger into that quiet triangle. “But you’re the assistant to my client, Julia Gateswood. And I never make love to clients. It would be like rolling in the hay with Julia by proxy, don’t you think?”
“She won’t know,” she whispered, making the suggestion seem naughtier. “If you don’t tell her, then I surely won’t. Anyway, she gets any man she wishes. I’m not that way. I pick and choose.”
“Does Henry know she gets free samples when it suits her?”
“It’s a modern arrangement, didn’t you know?” Her eyes seemed happy to tattle. “Why the good congressman has even slept with Julia’s late sister. Didn’t she tell you?”
So here was Dee, tattling on Henry, all the while promising not to tattle on me.
“Why no, I haven’t been alone with her that long, I suppose. Too many skeletons, too little time. I must be the only man in Illinois who didn’t sleep with Gail. I can understand why Julia might not want to broadcast the situation.”
“Fuck Julia,” she threw out, leering. “No, on second thought, don’t. Fuck me instead. I’m better. I need it more. You wont regret me.”
The hard funny little way her mouth said the F-word gave her face a strange aspect. I slid up next to her and her arms found their way around my neck. She lunged at my mouth like a brown trout at a bluebottle fly at dusk, her lips eager, parted. Why did I think of fishing at a time like that? Maybe because I was being reeled in with only a 2-pound test line, and I wasn’t even breaking water.
Her kiss wasn’t at all like the kiss at the door. Her tongue was a writhing finger swimming past my teeth in a search of heat. When she found it I felt a flame up my thighs, and had to pull away. “You won’t mind then if I check out your other side? It’s what I like best.”
Her eyes twinkled devilishly and she let out a gleeful shriek, her mouth stuck open, tongue happy and pink. I slid my hand over her hips and flipped her over toward me. She was
“I want a private dick. Privately,” she said, with just the right amount of heat. It was a rehearsed line, not bad, and it usually would have brought one back from me. I sat on the foot of the bed studying the way the light played on the gossamer hairs that ran from her navel to her quiet little bush. “I want to show you I’m not the mousy little assistant you think I am.” Quiet little bush. Waiting. Dark.
“Uh huh. If you say so. From this angle definitely not mousy. I might have taken you for mousy at first, but you’ve handled yourself pretty good Miss Mathews. You have your moments. You’re having one now.”
She let out a silvery little laugh, a triumphant, leisurely laugh.
She liked my eyes on her.
She rested, but with a slight rhythm aimed to please. Heat seemed to pour out of her eyes. Her nipples, hard little rubies; her breathing, rapid.
One knee rose from the bed revealing the nice curve of her calf. She opened her legs slightly, teasing, swaying. Vanilla spice mingled with desire. “Call me Dee, as in your Dee-light. Would you like to make love to me?”
Stupid question. My dick was already screaming for me to shut up and climb on. But I held back. Julia would undoubtedly find out. Maybe little Dee would even brag to her. Would that push Julia away or bring her closer out of curiosity to confirm Dee’s review?
“I suppose a lot of men would. Just about any private detective I know would. You’re built for speed, aren’t you? Slender, great pair of legs. They’d wrap around a man nicely. I don’t mind staring at them, or this soft line of hair that runs down from your navel like a velvet Nile — to here.”
I softly placed my finger into that quiet triangle. “But you’re the assistant to my client, Julia Gateswood. And I never make love to clients. It would be like rolling in the hay with Julia by proxy, don’t you think?”
“She won’t know,” she whispered, making the suggestion seem naughtier. “If you don’t tell her, then I surely won’t. Anyway, she gets any man she wishes. I’m not that way. I pick and choose.”
“Does Henry know she gets free samples when it suits her?”
“It’s a modern arrangement, didn’t you know?” Her eyes seemed happy to tattle. “Why the good congressman has even slept with Julia’s late sister. Didn’t she tell you?”
So here was Dee, tattling on Henry, all the while promising not to tattle on me.
“Why no, I haven’t been alone with her that long, I suppose. Too many skeletons, too little time. I must be the only man in Illinois who didn’t sleep with Gail. I can understand why Julia might not want to broadcast the situation.”
“Fuck Julia,” she threw out, leering. “No, on second thought, don’t. Fuck me instead. I’m better. I need it more. You wont regret me.”
The hard funny little way her mouth said the F-word gave her face a strange aspect. I slid up next to her and her arms found their way around my neck. She lunged at my mouth like a brown trout at a bluebottle fly at dusk, her lips eager, parted. Why did I think of fishing at a time like that? Maybe because I was being reeled in with only a 2-pound test line, and I wasn’t even breaking water.
Her kiss wasn’t at all like the kiss at the door. Her tongue was a writhing finger swimming past my teeth in a search of heat. When she found it I felt a flame up my thighs, and had to pull away. “You won’t mind then if I check out your other side? It’s what I like best.”
Her eyes twinkled devilishly and she let out a gleeful shriek, her mouth stuck open, tongue happy and pink. I slid my hand over her hips and flipped her over toward me. She was
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