My stomach is a tight ball of nerves as I walk down the staircase. Moon is waiting below and watches me descend. He was wearing a suit when he left the house today. He has obviously changed into another one. It's black and sleek, and I catch my breath at how incredible he looks. It's not only how he looks. It's the power he holds by the way he stands. The intense expression on his face, and damn-his eyes.I stare at Moon like he is the most scrumptious piece of candy on earth. His expression says something entirely different. He's looking at me like the predator he is and I'm prey. My belly flip-flops and my knees go weak. He places his hand out and I take it because if I don't, there's a good chance I'll fall.I pull in a breath and try to regain my equilibrium. His gaze travels to my breasts. I can feel the heat rise over my chest to my neck and up into my cheeks. Moon is the combination of every sexual fantasy I've ever had. I'm burning with need. His appreciative gaze tells me I'
Fucking. God. Christ. I want this man. I'm shaking with urgency and at the same time I want him to go teasingly slow. His lips touch my skin right above my pussy. I moan and grind my foot even harder into the table. He pushes my knee outward and kisses lower. His mouth is warm and wet and driving me wild. His tongue strokes and I lift my foot off the table. His hand clamps down on it and forces it back. His husky laugh sends more warmth across my pussy. If he does it again, I'll come.My desire is jacked through the roof. Moon's only just begun this slow, torturous seduction, but our sexual dance has been going on for days, and I'm insane with need. He lifts up from my inner thighs and moves over me so his mouth is at the neckline of my dress.No, no, no. I need him back. Down. There. I need him tasting me and doing more wickedly wondrous things to me. He has no intention of giving me what I want. I read the message in his eyes when he looks up. He's in control. He pulls aside one si
A proper fuck as opposed to a table fuck, I guess. My cheeks heat at the thought. "If I shower, my makeup will come off and my bruises will ruin the mood." I'm not really teasing.His lips slide over my cheek. "You're beautiful, but I prefer you without all the makeup even if the bruises show. You're strong and a fighter. That turns me the fuck on, baby." He walks out of the dining room to the stairs. I want to object that I'm too heavy, but he's powerful and I want to feel his strength. A man who will take me as I am and who isn't intimidated by my assertiveness is a rarity.We shower and wash each other. It turns into a steamy soapy skin on soapy skin mind-blowing orgasm for me. I want to taste him and the shower is the perfect opportunity. He's the only man I know who says no to a blow job."I want to fuck you in my bed," he tells me as he turns off the water and leads me to the bed. The house is cool but our bodies warm. We fall on the bed still wet without taking time to dry. I
My apartment is cramped, hot, and lonely. I guess it's always been this way, I just never noticed it like I do now. I turn the thermostat to its normal I'm home setting. After staying at Moon's, the heat is unbearable within an hour.I check through my messages, glad that the cell phone from my car was waiting in the rental. Three missed calls from Terry, one from Brenda, and one from my dad. Crap. I forgot about calling my mother. I make the call. My mother is a wonderful person, but she has her moments. This is one of them. She talks my ear off for an hour while I swelter. I finally tell her I have other calls to make and need to get to work. She disapproves of my job and doesn't ask specifics. She disapproved of law enforcement too. I've come to terms with it, and maybe one day my mother will realize that a boring eight to five job is not my thing. I call Brenda next."Hey, girl, you had us worried," she says as soon as I identify myself. "Terry was planning to call in a missin
I carefully slide behind the hot steering wheel. With even more care, I gingerly put my seatbelt on. I pull out of the parking lot and notice one of Moon's black Caddies across the street. It pulls out and follows me.I take a few turns and enter the I-17 on-ramp. The Caddy stays a safe distance behind me until I take the Peoria turnoff and head into Ghetto Center. That's not actually the mall's name, it's just what it's known as. Off the road that circles the mall there's a large store that's been vacant for years. It went out of business ages ago and no one ever moved in. This isn't the nicest neighborhood. I drive into the parking lot. The Caddy pulls up beside me and Moon opens the back door. Gomez is driving and he isn't looking at me.I pop the locks and Moon opens the passenger door."What the fuck are you doing?" he asks before he shifts his body inside. He's not wearing a jacket and he's a bit more disheveled than I'm accustomed to.I'm more than ready for this macho thug
After obtaining a new rental, I purchase camo shorts, a green tank top, baseball cap, water bottle, and field glasses. Of course, I have all this back at my apartment. Being followed by Moon or his thugs is not part of the plan. The tables have turned.I know the area around Moon's home. I end up parked two streets over and hike until I find a place to sit and watch. The sun beats down on me and I do my best to conserve the water. I don't know if Moon is home. If he is, I'm following him. If not, I'll stay in a hotel and come back tomorrow.The sun finally begins setting and a spectacular array of light washes across the horizon. Arizona sunsets are to die for. I smile at the thought. Following Moon could get me killed. It's the whole sick cop humor thing. I'll appreciate this sunset like it's my last.About an hour later, one of the Cadillacs pulls out. I have no idea if Moon's in it and that doesn't matter. I know my plan could take a few days before it pays off. I stand up from w
I take the long way around to the rental car. It's still there. I hide in the shadows for ten minutes. Nothing moves, so I finally make a dash for the car. I need to go straight to the police. I would have called already, but I worried Moon or his thugs would hear me.I slip inside and close the door as quickly and quietly as I can and lock it. My fingers are shaking and I have a difficult time getting the key in the ignition.I freeze at a voice and the cold metal of a barrel against my head. He was in the fucking back seat and I didn't look when I opened the door and the light went on. I want to pound my head into the steering wheel."Drop the keys and place your hands on your head." My heavy breathing fills the car. "Moon wants you alive, but I won't die because of a fucking puta."Even with my limited Spanish, I know what he called me. I do as he says. He grabs my hands and a large chunk of my hair at the same time. The gun barrel leaves my head and he speaks into a phone. "Got
We're in the library and I'm sitting in one of two stuffed chairs staring at a wall of books. Gomez hands me a shot glass after filling two."Tequila, drink it."I down the glass without a second thought and he downs his. There's no lime to disguise the taste or help the burn and I can't stop from doing the funny twist thing with my mouth. He ignores this, takes the glass out of my fingers, and refills both. We drink another shot together."You've made a real fucking mess, pequeña."My head feels decidedly fuzzy. "I swear if you're calling me 'little sister,' I'll bite you again."A chuckle escapes him. "It means 'little one.' You fucking fight like a wildcat, though.""What good did it do me? I'm still here," I pout. He refills my glass, we drink, and he walks over to the house phone."Philip, bring us some chips." I'm relieved because I need something in my stomach. My head is spinning and my belly rolling. He hangs up the phone and turns to me. "You're safe here. Moon shouldn