Finders Keepers Losers Die (14 page)

I looked down at my legs. The shirt had
ridden up, exposing my upper thighs. I tried to pull it down but it
didn't work. I tugged harder but the fabric wouldn't stretch.

"Fucking shirt," I said, sounding a teensy
bit irrational. "It's the only piece of clothing I own. I haven't
even got shoes and my feet are filthy. And someone wants me dead
and I haven't got a job and—"

"You can have your job back."

Poor Will. Men hate when women go into a
no-holds-barred hysterical meltdown. Probably he was hoping to head
mine off at the pass.

"You're not firing me?"

"I didn't fire you. You quit."

"No, you fired me."

He eased out an exasperated sigh. "Just take
your damn job back."

"Do I get a raise?"

"No!"

"What about a new job description? Assistant
detective? You could teach me. Properly this time, not empty
promises."

He placed his glass deliberately on the
bench and leaned closer. "I never give empty promises."

Jeez, can you believe the nerve of that guy?
"Are you calling me a liar?"

"If the shoe fits." He placed his glass on
the bench, sloshing liquid over the sides.

I thumped mine down too, but the effect got
lost because it was empty. "I don't believe this! Actually, I do."
I poked my finger at his chest. "You know, you're a real bastard,
Will." The familiar adrenalin surge I always got when arguing with
Will gathered momentum. Blood pumped around my body and to my
heart, vacating my head, leaving it light and empty.

He caught my finger and closed it in his
fist. "And you are the most frustrating," he leaned closer,
"irritating," and closer again, "and irrational woman I've ever
met. If you put half the effort into working that you put into
thinking up excuses, you'd be one hell of an employee."

Our faces were inches apart. He still held
my finger and to keep his balance, his other hand rested on the
stool beside my thigh. Heat leapt off his skin and the smell of his
aftershave didn't help to clear my light-headedness.

Damned alcohol. Maybe I should lay off the
stuff. It seemed to be getting me into a lot of trouble lately.

"Maybe if you weren't so mean and grumpy, I
wouldn't need to make excuses," I said.

"Oh, so now your laziness is my fault?" His
eyes turned velvet black when he was angry.

"I'm not lazy," I said without much
venom.

Wow, he looked sexy all of a sudden with his
hair falling across his forehead and his cheeks flushed. His
fingers brushed against my thigh and, God help me, I was gone.
Sucked in by his force field.

"Prove it," he challenged.

I took the hand caressing my leg and moved
it further inside. Then I closed the gap between us and kissed
him.

CHAPTER 8

The kiss wasn't soft or sensual or any of
the things first kisses are supposed to be. He bit my lip and I bit
his right back. Our tongues parried, our fingers ripped at clothes
and dug into bare skin. It was rough, aggressive, uninhibited.

Exactly what I wanted.

I slid off the stool and Will caught my
hips, pressing me to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he
carried me to the stairs, our lips still locked in battle. My foot
bashed into a lamp, sending it crashing to the floor, but we didn't
lose momentum.

Upstairs, he threw me onto his bed and tore
off my shirt. Buttons shot across the room like bullets. "I've been
wanting do that since I first saw you tonight."

I quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped
the fly on his jeans. "You did?"

"Couldn't you see it in my face?"

"I thought that was shock."

He yanked his T-shirt over his head,
ruffling his hair into a sexy mess. "It was. I was shocked by your
semi-nakedness. Cat, your legs are amazing." He plunged and licked
my left thigh up to my…
oh, boy.

He whisked my panties down my legs and threw
them into the corner. My bra followed. A brief pause interrupted
the frenzy as we assessed each other. From where I lay, completely
naked under him, there was a lot to admire. Shaped like a perfect
V, he was broad and muscular across the chest and shoulders, his
stomach ridged.

Who'd have thought a body like that was
under my nose all this time? I wanted to see more.

"I feel a little disadvantaged here," I
said. "Take your jeans off."

One corner of his mouth lifted. He stood and
took off his jeans and shorts.

I wasn't disappointed. Nuh-uh. He had
powerful thighs, long legs and standing to attention was the most
impressive cock I had ever laid eyes on. And I'd seen a few,
including two of Hollywood's finest.

"Get over here and ravish me."

He didn't need prompting again. He straddled
me and we kissed. The ferocity wasn't the same but it was still
deep and urgent like he couldn't get enough. He wasn't the only
one. I wanted his mouth everywhere.

As if he'd read my mind, he delved down,
kissing my shoulder, my throat, then taking a nipple into his mouth
and sucking.

He headed further south and a sigh escaped.
"Yessssss. There, there."

He wound me up until I was so tightly sprung
that my body unraveled spectacularly. My skin tingled, nerve
endings reached for his touch.

"Now! Oh, now!" I exploded into a million
pieces. My hips thrust up to meet him and I grabbed a hold of the
sheets, bunching them into sweaty balls.

When it was all over, he surfaced with a
wicked smile that said, "Gotcha."

"Wow," I murmured. "That was…" My head
flopped back onto the bed and I couldn't form the right words to
describe what had just happened. I mean, I'd had orgasms before,
some of them pretty good, but compared to that one, they were poor
imitations.

I decided not to tell Will. From the smile,
I didn't think his ego needed to know that he was The Master.

"You're vocal," he said. "I should've
guessed." He kissed me so I couldn't respond.

Then he reached to the nightstand and
fetched a condom out of the top drawer. I did the honors, enjoying
the feel of him in my palm. His cock was long and thick and his
balls heavy. He groaned when I bent to suck them. He groaned even
more when I withdrew.

"Got to leave something for next time," I
said.

"I always knew you were a hard woman," he
breathed.

"Speaking of hard…" I took his cock gently
and guided him to lay down. I climbed on top.

"How did I know this would be your favorite
position?" he said.

"You don't like it?"

"Oh, I like it." He sucked air through his
teeth as the tip of his cock touched me. But he caught my hips and
stopped me from descending further. "Cat, for reasons beyond my
control," he said in a rasping voice, "this isn't going to be my
best work."

"Next time."

With a long grunt and a quick thrust, he was
inside.

Oh!

Our bodies moved rhythmically, sensually,
but not for long. Will picked up the pace. With his hands roaming
across my skin like he owned my body, I was in sensory heaven. He
cupped my breasts, teased the nipples with his thumbs, sending
sparks shooting to my groin. I leaned forward, wanting his moist
lips to suck me, eat me, have me. He took a nipple into his mouth
and I…
Ohhhhh!

My moans increased in time to his pumping
hips. He screwed up his eyes and a line of sweat formed at his
temple. He swelled inside me then with a loud but controlled grunt,
he climaxed.

Afterward, we lay spooned together. I felt
immensely satisfied and sort of dumb. My brain didn't seem to work
properly. All I could think was thank God I hadn't kneed him in the
groin earlier. Sex might have been a bit of a disappointment
otherwise.

Finally, exhaustion took over and I fell
asleep with his arms wrapped around me.

***

I awoke with Will's arm across my body and
his morning glory pressed into my lower back. I snuggled against
him and he responded with a gentle squeeze, but otherwise didn't
stir.

About two seconds later, my brain woke up
and I froze.
What the hell was I doing?
More to the point,
what had I done?

He was my boss. My boss! The inevitable
weirdness at the office would be unbearable.

Maybe I should quit. Again.

I eased myself out of bed and headed to the
bathroom. Another scare greeted me when I looked in the mirror.
Apparently smoke, stress, and wild sex caused bad hair days. I
could hatch pigeons up there. Worse still, under the mess, my face
looked like crap. The lines around my eyes were more like crevices
and I had bags. Bags!

After a shower, I wrapped a towel around my
body and tied my damp hair into a tight knot. It would dry like
that but I didn't think Will had a hair dryer lying around. Unless
Tanya had left one behind.

Ugh.

I tiptoed back into Will's bedroom and
rummaged quietly through the wardrobe for something to wear. I
couldn't face him yet. I needed strong coffee and preferably a lot
of distance between us. Call me pathetic, but I wasn't sure what to
say to him. Best to say nothing at all until I'd rehearsed a
suitable speech.

I finally settled on a light blue shirt and
a pair of beige shorts. I put them on and checked myself out in the
mirror. The shirt was too long and the shorts rode low on my hips.
I looked like a badly dressed rap artist. I tied the ends of the
shirt into a knot, baring my midriff, and rolled the waistband of
the shorts over so I didn't do a Paris Hilton when I bent over.
Marginally better.

When I turned round, Will was propped up on
his elbow watching me, a lazy smile on his lips. "I think I like
your shirt better. But I prefer what you're wearing under this
one."

"I'm not wearing anything." It felt
surprisingly liberating.

"I know." His voice sounded thick and full
of promise. "Come here."

I took a step backward into the wardrobe.
"Maybe I better go. Lots to do today."

He sighed and slumped back onto the pillows.
"You're right. We better get to work."

"It's Sunday. I don't work Sundays."

He looked at me, his expression unreadable.
"Oh. Right. Well, I do." He threw the sheets off and strode to the
bathroom. My traitorous eyes followed his butt until he closed the
door behind him. While he was in the shower, I called Gina.

"Are you alone?" I asked.

"I am now but I've got to tell you
something." She sounded ready to burst.

"I know. I'll be around soon. Have coffee
ready."

I headed back to the bathroom. I knocked and
Will opened the door, already out of the shower. He was stark
naked. Damp. Clean. And so goddamn sexy I could eat him.

My hormones betrayed me. Again. Not even a
respectable hesitation this time. I brushed my fingers through his
hair, pushing it off his ruggedly handsome face, and zeroed in on
his moist lips.

The kiss was softer, sweeter than the
previous night's battle. The initial ferocity of our passion had
tempered into something more intimate. Warm fuzzies spread through
my body, awakening it in the way a shower or coffee never
could.

His hands danced lightly across my back.
After a moment, one moved up and around, finding my breast under
the shirt. I sucked in air against his lips when he gently strummed
a nipple.

"Guess you're not in a hurry to leave," I
said, breaking contact as I pushed him toward the bathroom
sink.

"Not anymore." His butt pressed against the
porcelain and we kissed again.

I couldn't keep my hands off his smooth
skin. I wanted to touch him everywhere, and eventually, I did. When
I reached his rock hard cock, I enclosed it in my fingers and
caressed.

The kiss deepened and his fingers dug into
my skin, but otherwise he was in control. No sighing, groaning, not
even a drop of pre-cum. But boy, was he
hard
.

Still, I wanted a reaction. I wanted just a
teensy bit of his self-control to crack, even if only for a moment.
I broke the kiss, knelt down and took him into my mouth. Air
whistled between his teeth as he drew a breath.

Better.

I sucked gently on the tip, held him between
my lips and hummed.

He laughed softly then suddenly stopped. "Oh
yeah, Cat, that feels
goooood
."

Without warning, I descended, taking him in
all the way to the balls.

His body tightened and he switched his
white-knuckled grip to the edges of the sink. He grunted and rolled
his hips in time to my movements. Although he tried to maneuver his
cock so I'd take it all again, I refrained and stayed at the
tip.

I nibbled and licked and teased. I cupped
his big balls in my hands and kneaded, occasionally licking him
there. After a few minutes, he was moaning and breathing hard, his
hips working back and forth trying to get me to swallow him
whole.

When he started murmuring my name over and
over, I descended all the way again.

"Yessss," he hissed.

But after one suck, I retreated.

"No," he whimpered. "Cat, come on.
Please."

Much better. I like it when a man asks
nicely. I took him again, slowly inching my way down until I had
him completely in my mouth. Squeezing his balls gently, I sucked
hard.

He exploded with a series of loud grunts.
His body went rigid then quivered uncontrollably.

I stood and he drew me into his arms. I
melted into his heat and masculinity, listening to the loud
whump
of his heartbeat, the erratic breathing. I felt
so…content.

"Cat, that was…amazing." He hugged me
tighter then drew away and held me at arms length. "Gotta go." He
pulled on his shorts and jeans. "You know where the kitchen is.
Have whatever you can find for breakfast and let yourself out when
you're done."