Her world was focused between her legs, on what his incredible lips and tongue were doing to her. He devoured her the same way he ate, with a deep hunger, only focused on ravishing her. His tongue made her squirm and sigh, and the hint of teeth turned her breath into a gasp.
When she dared to look down, the intensity of his eyes revealed everything. He tracked every one of her reactions, clearly looking for ways to push her even further. And he did exactly that when he pushed two fingers inside her and sucked gently on her clit. Frida went from fire to inferno, propelled so quickly toward orgasm, her entire body shaking in anticipation. One more lick, one more suck, and she’d be there, but once more, Malco derailed her by slowing down, his mouth releasing her, his fingers slowing down.
The moan of frustration that came from her made him smile. “Have I convinced you, your honor? Is becoming temporary lovers now on the cards?”
Even if she snarled, a smile peeked through. “I’m not a judge, only a lawyer.”
At her answer, he laved her folds with one long lick, tickling her clit and forcing a curse out of her, and ultimately, her surrender.
“Oh, God!” Her back arched, and she fought against his hold for a second before blabbering her answer. “Okay, I agree, let’s do it. Let’s explore whatever this is until the case is closed. Damn it! I can’t stand it anymore.”
And with a dark chuckle, he gently bit her inner thigh and finally buried his face between her legs once more.
Just the sight of him, this dangerous agent who obviously rarely went to his knees for anybody, was the final push Frida needed to succumb. A torturous orgasm seized her core; a cry ripped out of her lips as Malco never relented and pushed her even further.
Finally spent, Frida barely noticed Malco rising to his feet and taking her limp form in his arms, surrounding her with warmth and strength.
His lips skimmed her forehead and cheek before kissing her ear. “Case closed.”
The certainty in his voice made her smile. He may be her protector, but he was also an enticement, a distraction. She couldn’t be sidetracked from her objective. The heart was the worst advisor. They were two adults with needs and were honest about them. It was only sex, after all. Maybe they could indulge in each other for the duration of this case. After all, what could possibly go wrong?
Chapter Seven
His ringing cell had Malco cursing as he watched Frida pick up her clothes from the kitchen floor and walk back to the room she’d slept in. Every bone in his body wanted him to ignore the call and follow her, but his sensible side wouldn’t let him do that.
Sliding the phone from his pocket, he saw Shane’s name flash across the screen. He wondered what he would say about what had just happened. Their relationship, or perhaps the secrecy regarding their history, bothered Malco in ways he couldn’t explain and didn’t want to look too closely at.
He answered with a curt, “Yes?”
“You need to get to the office. We’ve just had a case come in, and you’re gonna want to be here for this.” Malco felt his gut clench at the urgency in his boss’s voice. His pique over Frida was forgotten.
“Tell me.”
“We just had a call from Reiner Ward, the supervisor at the Youth Center. Tycen Neal went missing last night. His mom is going crazy with worry, and Ward wants us to look into it.”
Malco felt the cold knot of fear squeeze his gut. Tycen Neal was one of the good kids, getting himself on track to pass his exams and graduate school. At sixteen, he was the oldest of the Neal kids with four younger siblings and wanted to make a better life for himself and for them.
“I’m on my way. Give me twenty minutes.”
“Yeah, fine, they won’t be here until she’s given a police statement anyway.”
“Police statement? What for?” he asked, confused that the police were already acting on it. It was a sad fact the police didn’t take the disappearance of gang kids seriously, at least not until there was some kind of evidence to suggest foul play.
“His jacket was found covered in blood near the old train yard.”
Malco didn’t react outwardly, but inwardly he was screaming. This couldn’t happen again, not to Tycen. He was a good boy; he’d turned his back on the gangs.
“I’m on my way.” Malco hung up and walked toward the room where Frida had slept. He didn’t knock but pushed open the door to see her standing in a towel, still wet from her shower. Already hard from making her come, his cock stood up even harder. His eyes traveled over her warm silky, wet skin, and he wanted nothing more than to lay her down and make her scream his name, but it would have to wait.
He walked toward her, and she read the look on his face.
“What happened?” Malco fingered a wet strand of hair before letting his eyes catch hers.
“Shane called, one of the kids I work with at the Youth Center went missing last night. They found his bloody jacket out by the abandoned train yard.”
Her sharp intake of breath told him she knew the significance of that. The train yard was a well-known gang hang out.
“We need to go.” She shed the towel with no self-modesty whatsoever, and he almost swallowed his tongue as he looked at her beautiful naked body. Pulling her pants up, she looked at him and smirked.
“Go, get the car, I’ll be two minutes.”
Malco took one last lingering look, then turned and headed for the garage, grabbing and securing his firearm in a holster before pulling his shirt over the top to cover it as he went. He’d be going back into a world he had fought to leave, and there was no way he was going in unarmed.
He pulled the
