Road to Passion by Piper Davenport Page A

and thumb as he kissed me. He stopped kissing me long enough
to pull off my shirt and panties, and then his hand slipped between my legs and
his thumb circled my clit. “I love how wet you get for me.” I mewed as he slid
a finger inside of me, then two. “Too much?”
    “No, it’s perfect,” I breathed
out.
    “Want more?”
    “Ohmigod, yes.”
    He chuckled and removed his hand
only long enough to roll on a condom and slip into me slowly. “How’s that,
baby?”
    I shifted so I could draw him
further into my body. “So good.”
    “You’re not too sore?”
    I raised my head so I could look
him in the eye and cupped his face. “I’m fine, Logan. I love everything we’re
doing here, and I love you for making sure I’m okay, but I’d super duper
appreciate it if you’d just fuck me now and worry about me later.”
    He grinned and kissed me as he
thrust forward, surging deeply into me. I hooked my ankles around his waist as
he continued to drive his hips, slowly at first, but building up speed as I
grew louder and louder. He slipped a hand between us and fingered my clit and I
couldn’t stop myself from exploding around him. He wasn’t far behind me and I
felt him pulse inside of me as he rolled us onto our sides.
    “I love you.” I stroked his cheek
with a smile. “Sorry about the morning breath.”
    He chuckled. “Sorry about the
quickie. There’ll be more later.”
    “Well, as you know, I’m not an
expert, but that was amazing, so if that’s what a quickie does to me, I’m all
for it.”
    “God, I love you.” Mack grinned.
“Come shower with me and then I’ll make you breakfast.”
    “Yes, please.”

 

     
    T HREE DAYS LATER, it was the last day of
the month, and I was checking my bank balance to see what my book had yielded
as far as royalties. For the most part, my royalties were paid monthly,
although, occasionally they were paid quarterly.
    “Pauley!” I screamed as I stared
at the screen.
    “What? What’s wrong?” she asked,
rushing to me.
    “Royalty deposit.”
    “Ohmigod, Darien, I thought you
were hurt.”
    I waved my hand toward the screen
and took a deep breath. “Look.”
    Pauley leaned down. “Holy shit.”
    “I’m reading it wrong, right?”
    “If fifty-six thousand, four
hundred two dollars and ninety-two cents is not what you read, then yeah.”
    “Omigod, Pauley, that’s more than
my yearly salary.”
    “And that’s just one month.” She
looked again. “NY Times bestseller, Dare. This will only get bigger.”
    “You think?”
    “I know.” Pauley smiled. “So, you
gonna quit?”
    “Um, yeah, I’m gonna quit.” I
grabbed my cell phone. “After I call Logan.”
    Pauley giggled. “Dinner on you
Friday night.”
    “Sounds good.” I headed to my
bedroom and dialed Mack.
    He answered on the first ring.
“Hey, baby, I’m in the middle of something, can I call you back?”
    “I just wanted to let you know, I
can quit my job.”
    “That’s great, Dare.”
    He sounded distracted which was
unlike him. “Call me later,” I said.
    “I will.”
    “I love you.”
    “Me too,” he said, and he was
gone.
    * * *
    Mack hung up and
scowled as he paced his office.
    “What the fuck are they tryin’ to
do?” Knight asked.
    “Set us up, I’d guess,” Booker
answered.
    “Fuck!” Mack snapped. “What does
Jax say?”
    Knight shook his head. “Haven’t
brought him in yet. Want me to?”
    Mack glanced at Booker who
nodded.
    “Yeah, brother,” Mack said.
“Bring him in. This just got bigger than us.”
    * * *
    Wednesday
morning, I arrived at work to chaos. An orderly was out sick and we’d lost one
of our patients (the one who’d puked on me not so long ago), so the coroner was
there to assist with removing the body.
    “Oh, Darien, thank you for being
early. Have a seat.” Eleanor, our director, smiled up at me from her desk.
“Would you mind taking on a tour for me?”
    “Now?” I asked, and sat in one of
the chairs facing her desk. Eleanor