asked softly.
She nodded. She didn't feel like driving home; that was for sure.
"Frank I am going to leave my bike at the lot for one of my guys to pick up. I am going to take her car back to her house."
"I can have a squad car follow both of you and give you a lift back," the detective offered.
The air in Frank Vasquez's office was stifling and Laura had to get out. "Okay I got it," she said in a rush, "I have to get out of here. It’s too much." In a haze, Laura rushed out of the office and down the hall towards the parking lot. She paused as soon as she saw light streaming through the windows of the door to catch her breath and to let flow the emotions pent up from months and months of this drama. She had to accept the fact that she lost her brother Lucas to the clutches of a gang.
She heard footsteps coming down the hall. As she bent over and felt her dress hem hike up as she bent forward, she realized that she was too overwrought to be self-conscious.
For the second time, Will placed his hand on her back comforting her, "Where are your keys?" he asked calmly.
She handed him her keys and let him drive as she slumped behind her sunglasses in the passenger seat, avoiding the sun of a crisp, near-winter day. Fortunately the house where she grew up and where she had raised up her younger brother was not far from the police station. The problem was that it was so empty and she was now going there with a new, fresher aloneness.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Will pulled into her driveway and came round to open her door for her. Grief made her mind hazy. He braced her against his powerful body. She could feel the definition of his form even as her body gently brushed it as she clumsily walked to her front door. Will turned the lock with his own key. She looked up to him with question.
"Still have mine from when I stayed here," he explained. He led her up to her room and encouraged her to lie atop the bedding. He skimmed off the shoulders of her dress and peeled it downward.
She protested, "Will, I can't do this," she said.
"Just a massage. I promise," he said. "For your own good. You need this."
So Laura submitted. The feel of his hands on her skin were unspeakably soothing. Warmth radiated through her shoulders, down her spine, everywhere he touched. He kneaded her flesh deeply pushing away grief from her. Finally he straddled her to better access her body. He rolled his knuckles into the small of her back to make her muscles more pliant. Her spine lost its stiffness and achiness. His dismounted her. His hands traveled over the firm hills of her buttocks and dangerously close to her center as he worked the tight backs of her legs down to her calves and feet.
Each next section of her body was more sensually stimulating than the one before. His pressure to the inside of her foot had direct effect on her foot causing her core to clench. Laura gasped. There was no covering up that he was turning her on like crazy.
"You okay?" he asked so sweetly in her ear.
She nodded. It was a lie. She was not okay.
He had her suffering. "Do you need something from me?" he asked.
She nodded again. She did, indeed, need something from him: him.
Will stooped to her spine and trailed it with light ticklish kisses. He braced her shoulders to keep her body still so she would fully absorb their effect. Her arousal could not disperse; it collected at her core. She was at once achingly empty. Her mind, her instincts craved one thing: to have Will Shriner deep inside her. She spun around onto her back so now his mouth was at her belly. He licked her belly button. Laura was kicking with pleasure. She reached for his hand and placed it between her legs to show him how much he excited her.
He flashed a broad smile. His teeth were bright, straight and even. His lips were full and luscious trimmed with a need to shave. Laura craned up to kiss him. She could hear him
She nodded. She didn't feel like driving home; that was for sure.
"Frank I am going to leave my bike at the lot for one of my guys to pick up. I am going to take her car back to her house."
"I can have a squad car follow both of you and give you a lift back," the detective offered.
The air in Frank Vasquez's office was stifling and Laura had to get out. "Okay I got it," she said in a rush, "I have to get out of here. It’s too much." In a haze, Laura rushed out of the office and down the hall towards the parking lot. She paused as soon as she saw light streaming through the windows of the door to catch her breath and to let flow the emotions pent up from months and months of this drama. She had to accept the fact that she lost her brother Lucas to the clutches of a gang.
She heard footsteps coming down the hall. As she bent over and felt her dress hem hike up as she bent forward, she realized that she was too overwrought to be self-conscious.
For the second time, Will placed his hand on her back comforting her, "Where are your keys?" he asked calmly.
She handed him her keys and let him drive as she slumped behind her sunglasses in the passenger seat, avoiding the sun of a crisp, near-winter day. Fortunately the house where she grew up and where she had raised up her younger brother was not far from the police station. The problem was that it was so empty and she was now going there with a new, fresher aloneness.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Will pulled into her driveway and came round to open her door for her. Grief made her mind hazy. He braced her against his powerful body. She could feel the definition of his form even as her body gently brushed it as she clumsily walked to her front door. Will turned the lock with his own key. She looked up to him with question.
"Still have mine from when I stayed here," he explained. He led her up to her room and encouraged her to lie atop the bedding. He skimmed off the shoulders of her dress and peeled it downward.
She protested, "Will, I can't do this," she said.
"Just a massage. I promise," he said. "For your own good. You need this."
So Laura submitted. The feel of his hands on her skin were unspeakably soothing. Warmth radiated through her shoulders, down her spine, everywhere he touched. He kneaded her flesh deeply pushing away grief from her. Finally he straddled her to better access her body. He rolled his knuckles into the small of her back to make her muscles more pliant. Her spine lost its stiffness and achiness. His dismounted her. His hands traveled over the firm hills of her buttocks and dangerously close to her center as he worked the tight backs of her legs down to her calves and feet.
Each next section of her body was more sensually stimulating than the one before. His pressure to the inside of her foot had direct effect on her foot causing her core to clench. Laura gasped. There was no covering up that he was turning her on like crazy.
"You okay?" he asked so sweetly in her ear.
She nodded. It was a lie. She was not okay.
He had her suffering. "Do you need something from me?" he asked.
She nodded again. She did, indeed, need something from him: him.
Will stooped to her spine and trailed it with light ticklish kisses. He braced her shoulders to keep her body still so she would fully absorb their effect. Her arousal could not disperse; it collected at her core. She was at once achingly empty. Her mind, her instincts craved one thing: to have Will Shriner deep inside her. She spun around onto her back so now his mouth was at her belly. He licked her belly button. Laura was kicking with pleasure. She reached for his hand and placed it between her legs to show him how much he excited her.
He flashed a broad smile. His teeth were bright, straight and even. His lips were full and luscious trimmed with a need to shave. Laura craned up to kiss him. She could hear him
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