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No Good Options
Jessica Devlin - U.S. Marshal
Action & Adventure (Book #2)
By Alex Ander
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No Good
Options
Jessica Devlin – U.S. Marshal
Action & Adventure
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This story proudly
Made in the U.S.A.
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Copyright ©2020 Jason A. Burley
All rights reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without permission, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be published in a newspaper, magazine or electronically via the Internet.
This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarities to real events or locations or actual persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.
“For this reason, I kneel before the Father,
from whom every family in heaven
and on earth derives its name.”
—Ephesians 3:14-15
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Chapter 1
Easy, ‘Tiger’
7 MAY—9:21 P.M.
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
Although beat from sitting in front of a computer and crunching numbers for the last twelve hours—her company’s year-end reports were due by the close of the day tomorrow, and her boss had been hassling her to finish them today—Belinda had compelled herself to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Huffing, Any exercise is good exercise, she tugged open the third floor stairwell door and shuffled into the hallway outside her apartment, her two-inch high heels scuffing over the carpeting.
Fumbling with a key ring, while listing to one side to keep a brief bag slung over her shoulder, she sighed. Dinner, she separated one key from the others, or straight to the wine? Either way...if I don’t get some sort of release, she clenched her jaw, I’m going to—
Approaching her apartment door, she glanced at a couple down the hall, groping and kissing each other. The fifty-five-year-old accountant shook her head. These days they can’t even wait to get behind closed doors.
Belinda turned a deadbolt and shoved open the door. This generation is so sexed-up. Pushing the bag’s strap further up her shoulder, When I was younger, we showed restraint, she ambled into her abode. We controlled our passions.
She dropped the leather carrier, shed the top half of her red pantsuit, and pushed on the metal barrier, sneaking another peek at the indiscreet couple. “Carl,” her voice rising, her heart thumping a bit faster, she drew in her lower lip, “are you busy right now?” and shut the door.
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With the collar of her half-unbuttoned blouse down to her elbow, her back to her apartment door...
“Carl, are you busy right now?”
...her lips commingling with another’s, Faith glanced to her left, toward the sound of a closing door and her neighbor’s high-pitched voice. Strong hands fondled her while she fed a key into a slot and twisted a brass-colored knob. A beat later, she and a man stumbled into the darkened dwelling, their mouths never parting.
He kicked the door shut, yanked her white shirt from her body, and pushed her against the wall.
Faith’s left butt cheek rammed into a small table, knocking over a picture. A short lamp wobbled but stayed upright. She pushed him away. “Easy,” she faltered, Steve? Stan? “‘Tiger.’ We have plenty of time for the rough stuff.”
‘Tiger’ pulled his t-shirt over his head.
Kicking off her flats—bringing her to her five-ten height—Faith ogled his hairless torso, bulging and rippling in the right places. What is it with men shaving their chests?
‘Tiger’ resumed his oral assault, focusing his attention on her neck.
I mean they’re supposed to have—ooh, she cocked her head to one side and pulled on the back of his head, right there, big man, while removing her gun and holster from her belt and tucking them into the short table’s drawer.
His fingers finding her groin, ‘Tiger’ lowered a zipper and undid a button.
Sixteen rounds of 45 ACP in a dual magazine pouch dragged her pants to the floor with a thud.
Faith stepped out of the slacks, grabbed his belt buckle, spun him around, and slammed him into the wall. After clutching his neck and suckling his lips for a few seconds, On second thought... she led him across the living room, her fingers tugging on the waistband of his jeans, her eyes fixed on the bedroom door, “I changed my mind. I don’t want to wait.”
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ONE HOUR LATER...
10:19 P.M.
One foot on a mat, the other on the edge of the bathtub, Faith ran a towel over long, athletic legs before patting slender, toned arms with the white cotton cloth, her mind replaying the last hour’s activities with the college-age kid. She smiled. ‘A-plus’ for stamina...he gave his all. She recalled the time she had spent at the gym earlier in the day. What do you know? I got in two workouts today.
Chuckling, the twenty-eight-year-old draped the towel over the shower rod, took a position in front of the bathroom mirror, and leaned forward. Her pubic bone touching a pedestal sink, she screwed up her face, recoiled, and put a hand to her private area. Maybe I should stick to only ONE per day.
Dipping her chin, she examined her damp, long blonde hair in the reflective surface. Looks like it’s time for... she toyed with the dark strip down the middle of her scalp, some touch-up. Her hair naturally coal black, she had dyed her mane several years ago to distinguish herself from her older sister. Growing up, both siblings had fooled many people into thinking the two were identical twins.
Faith stepped into baggy shorts before stretching a skin-tight t-shirt over full breasts and a flat stomach. Envisioning escorting ‘Tiger’ out
