The Nightlife: London (Urban Fantasy Romance) (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke

Detective Sergeant rapt in her gaze, seduced
beyond reason, then the door chime broke the spell.  He looked down the empty
hallway and back at her.  “I’m not sure I can be of assistance.  These kinds of
investigations are not public.”  He was frowning again.
    She glanced down the hallway and noted the Detective
Sergeant’s office three doors down, and no windows.  Perfect .  She
stepped up close, her left hand trailing down his arm with a feather-light
stroke as her right hand learned the contours of his cock through the light
fabric of his slacks.  She unloaded her emerald doe eyes on him with a direct
stare.  “ Monsieur ,
give me a few minutes in your office.  I am sure you will help me once you
understand.”  She pinched the head of his cock slightly and watched his eyes
dilate with need.
    She knew she had dialed him up to the very edge, the point
of no return.  He stepped in closer and slipped his hand up between her legs,
his meaty finger digging inside her moist folds.  “Might take a little longer
than a few minutes.”
    His arm curled around her in a protective embrace as he slid
deeper into her pussy, teasing with a slow glide.  His fingers shook with the
intensity of his need.  It had been a very long time since Billings had known a
woman.  She would have to fulfill that need to get what she wanted.
    Few things in life came free.
    She pulled away from him, sliding his hand out from between
her legs, and pulled him down the hallway.  Billings followed without
resistance.  He unlocked his office door and held it open for her.  “Let’s see
what you’ve got.  There might be something I can do for you after all.”
     
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Chapter 15
     
     
    “Fifty pounds says he’s shagging her right now.”  Katya
winked at Aaron in teasing.  Michelle had been gone over two hours.  Sitting in
their crap-hole apartment, waiting, Ivan and Katya had already finished off one
bottle of vodka between the two of them.
    “Feeling left out?”  Aaron winked back.  He loved seeing
Katya blush.
    She scoffed and Ivan snickered.  Ivan stood and headed for
the door, jacket in hand.  “I’m going for more vodka.”
    Katya looked at him funny then looked at Aaron and back to
Ivan.  “Get me something to eat, would you.  One of those microwave pizzas.”
    Ivan grinned.  “Sure.”  And he was gone.
    If he didn’t know better, Aaron would think Ivan had left
him alone with Katya on purpose.  He recalled their first meeting, just over a
week ago, and how Katya would have sunk her nails into his face with glee.
    Quite a different scenario now.
    She watched him.  He watched her watching him.  For the
hundredth time, he wished he could get into her head.  Something about her was
a constant draw.  He felt compelled to learn what made Katya tick.
    “So, I’ve been wondering, what is a Russian werewolf doing
in London?  And why do you speak like the British, but Ivan doesn’t?”
    “I’ve lived in London a long time.  I like it here.  Ivan
stays here once in a while, but he prefers Mother Russia – likes to stick with
the pack.  There were many years Ivan couldn’t even leave the country.  These
days we get together and travel quite often.  We are hunters and problem
solvers.”
    Aaron recalled Urvashi’s mention of some of their travels . 
“Like Afghanistan, Iraq, and Kosovo?”  Aaron imagined them solving problems ,
and what that probably involved.  Uzi’s made for quick solutions.
    “Something like that.”
    The more Katya opened up, the more he liked her.  He saw her
as similar to him and Michelle, oddities in the world who lived apart from
everyone else.  They shared a necessary detachment from mankind.
    Katya flicked her nose up at him.  “What’s your story?  How’d
you end up here, with the Frenchy and Urvashi?”
    “It’s complicated.”
    She held out her hands.  “Isn’t it always?”
    “Yes, more so each day.”
    She stared right at him, almost