metal four-poster that had seen better days. Along with the tie, the spindled headboard set a host of provocative images firing off inside her brain, including her bound to the bedpost and straining to meet him as he moved back and forth inside her.
“Your hair, I want to see it down.” He paused, a hand at the braided bun secured at her nape. “Mind?”
“Nuh-uh.”
He gently pulled out the pins, sending them pinging to the floor.
“Better,” he said, sinking strong fingers into her braided hair, freeing the waves to pool around her shoulders. He turned his attention to the buttons fronting her shirt. One by one, he undid them, laying her bare. Snagging her gaze, he said, “You’re stunning.”
Blushing, she looked down to where her shirt gapped open, revealing the lacy Victoria’s Secret peach-colored bra—sexy lingerie, her secret indulgence. Generous breasts were the upside of being full-figured—okay, overweight. If her luck held, he would switch off the ceiling light before he went any farther—and discovered that big boobs came with a matching set of hips.
When he made no move toward the wall switch, she said, “Turn the light off, okay?”
His gaze zeroed in on hers, and he shook his head. “Not a chance. I intend to see, kiss and lick every glorious inch of you between now and morning.” He ran the knuckles of his hand over the tip of her bra-clad breast, bringing the nipple to life and raising the throbbing between her thighs to an exquisite ache.
She felt a blush burning its way from her cheeks all the way to her scalp line. “It’s already morning, Christmas morning, in fact.”
He smiled, crinkle lines appearing about the corners of his bedroom blue eyes. “In that case, I’d better get busy unwrapping my present.” He dipped his head to kiss her throat and, at the same time, reached behind to unhook her bra.
Her breasts swung free. Josh’s long, sensitive fingers slipped beneath the lacy straps, carrying them down her shoulders to her elbows and then finally off. “So soft, so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck, his hands warm and strong and gentle, almost reverent, as he filled his palms with her. He bent his head to her breast, circling her areola with the point of his tongue, sipping at the nipple, and then drawing it between his lips with a gentle tug that sent her world reeling.
Oh-my-God. Tipping back her head, Mandy told herself she could consider herself off-duty for the present at least. For the time being, Josh was safe. After the holiday, she would get to work rooting out the Mafia hit man before he could make his move (again). In the interim, there was nothing more she could do beyond keeping the quarry, Josh, out of harm’s way, which meant within her sight and occupied at all times. Never before in her life had duty and pleasure been so closely aligned.
“Is that a pistol in your pocket, officer, or are you just happy to see me?”
She followed his downward gaze to her gun belt and blushed. For the first time in five years on the job, she’d forgotten she was wearing her weapon. It was the one article of her attire she would definitely need to remove herself.
“I could ask the same of you.” She touched the pager at his waist, fingers skimming the leather belt to which it was clipped.
Gaze on her stroking hand, his smile dimmed. “Yeah, well, catering is an almost 24/7 business these days. I never know when I’m going to get a call to show up for a job. I’m so used to being on call sometimes I forget I’m even wearing a pager.” He lifted her hand from his belt and pressed a warm, sexy kiss into her palm.
Mandy shivered, the hot tingle in her palm mirrored in the moist heat mounting between her legs. Though she had a pretty good idea why he wore a pager, rather than spoil the moment, she said, “Well, I am definitely off-duty for the night, and I’m taking mine off.” Backing out of his embrace, she sidestepped the bed and
“Your hair, I want to see it down.” He paused, a hand at the braided bun secured at her nape. “Mind?”
“Nuh-uh.”
He gently pulled out the pins, sending them pinging to the floor.
“Better,” he said, sinking strong fingers into her braided hair, freeing the waves to pool around her shoulders. He turned his attention to the buttons fronting her shirt. One by one, he undid them, laying her bare. Snagging her gaze, he said, “You’re stunning.”
Blushing, she looked down to where her shirt gapped open, revealing the lacy Victoria’s Secret peach-colored bra—sexy lingerie, her secret indulgence. Generous breasts were the upside of being full-figured—okay, overweight. If her luck held, he would switch off the ceiling light before he went any farther—and discovered that big boobs came with a matching set of hips.
When he made no move toward the wall switch, she said, “Turn the light off, okay?”
His gaze zeroed in on hers, and he shook his head. “Not a chance. I intend to see, kiss and lick every glorious inch of you between now and morning.” He ran the knuckles of his hand over the tip of her bra-clad breast, bringing the nipple to life and raising the throbbing between her thighs to an exquisite ache.
She felt a blush burning its way from her cheeks all the way to her scalp line. “It’s already morning, Christmas morning, in fact.”
He smiled, crinkle lines appearing about the corners of his bedroom blue eyes. “In that case, I’d better get busy unwrapping my present.” He dipped his head to kiss her throat and, at the same time, reached behind to unhook her bra.
Her breasts swung free. Josh’s long, sensitive fingers slipped beneath the lacy straps, carrying them down her shoulders to her elbows and then finally off. “So soft, so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck, his hands warm and strong and gentle, almost reverent, as he filled his palms with her. He bent his head to her breast, circling her areola with the point of his tongue, sipping at the nipple, and then drawing it between his lips with a gentle tug that sent her world reeling.
Oh-my-God. Tipping back her head, Mandy told herself she could consider herself off-duty for the present at least. For the time being, Josh was safe. After the holiday, she would get to work rooting out the Mafia hit man before he could make his move (again). In the interim, there was nothing more she could do beyond keeping the quarry, Josh, out of harm’s way, which meant within her sight and occupied at all times. Never before in her life had duty and pleasure been so closely aligned.
“Is that a pistol in your pocket, officer, or are you just happy to see me?”
She followed his downward gaze to her gun belt and blushed. For the first time in five years on the job, she’d forgotten she was wearing her weapon. It was the one article of her attire she would definitely need to remove herself.
“I could ask the same of you.” She touched the pager at his waist, fingers skimming the leather belt to which it was clipped.
Gaze on her stroking hand, his smile dimmed. “Yeah, well, catering is an almost 24/7 business these days. I never know when I’m going to get a call to show up for a job. I’m so used to being on call sometimes I forget I’m even wearing a pager.” He lifted her hand from his belt and pressed a warm, sexy kiss into her palm.
Mandy shivered, the hot tingle in her palm mirrored in the moist heat mounting between her legs. Though she had a pretty good idea why he wore a pager, rather than spoil the moment, she said, “Well, I am definitely off-duty for the night, and I’m taking mine off.” Backing out of his embrace, she sidestepped the bed and
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