Dante laid the line-up sheet in front of the boy. He watched Javier scan the sheet intently. When his eyes lingered over the fourth picture, the boy’s dark eyes stared for the longest time before he looked up without even looking at the rest of the eight pictures.
“I don’t see him.”
“You barely looked,” Dante said, “try one more time.”
Javier shrugged his shoulders. “The guy isn’t in this line up, I swear on my Abuela’s grave.”
To Dante, that typically meant he was lying. He cut his eyes at Harley. Her brows were raised like she didn’t believe him either.
“Maybe he’s tired,” Hannah suggested, “you did take those pills,” she said to Javier.
Harley raised her left eyebrow at her niece. “All?”
“Yeah,” Hannah nervously chewed her bottom lip, “he’s upset about his brother. He may need some time. You guys understand, right?”
Before Dante could say anything, Harley spoke up, patting the two kids across their backs. “Listen, why don’t you guys go upstairs and let Javier get some rest.”
“What did you do that for?” asked Dante when the kids were out of earshot.
“Do you know anything about kids?”
“Enough.”
“Then you’d realize Javier lost his brother this morning and he’s taken some anxiety pills to calm his nerves. No way was he going to ID anyone off your paper.”
Dante snatched up the document and rolled the paper between his hands, “So, you’re mother of the year?” He smarted right back. She helped blow his chance of nailing Leonardo. Harley stared at him, lip snarled and eyes narrowed, but he didn’t stop. “How many line-ups have you conducted?” he continued without letting her answer, “None. He was just about to give up what he knew.”
“And you know this how?”
“I just do.”
Dramatically Harley rolled her eyes and folded her arms, framing her breasts. The frustration left his body as his eyes drew to her mouth. He gave her a lazy smile. Her upper lip increased with more curl. “Let me guess, your FBI senses?”
The fact of her flirting insult against his ability to conduct business because she thought he was FBI, made her irresistible. STB agents kept their identities to themselves. Only under certain circumstances did they tell their spouses. Since he and his twenty-four hour bride hadn’t reached any anniversary, he thought he’d have some fun. The sparring she did with him only turned him on more. He couldn’t wait until he got her in the sack. He gave her a half-cocked smile while he tried to regain control over his body. “I’m sure I’ve done this plenty of times more.”
“I’m not going to get into a dick measuring contest with you.”
“Good, I’d win since you and I both know you don’t have one.” Dante watched her ass twist as she walked by to get to her stool. He couldn’t resist. He reached for her elbows and twisted her body toward his.
Her dark eyes flashed excitement that she quickly masked with a frown. “Don’t touch me.”
He touched her. His hands slid from her arms to her waist and effortlessly lifted her onto the counter. When he touched her, the silky skin of her inner thigh jumped. Otherwise, she made no move to stop him. As a matter of fact, she leaned back on her arms. Her left brow rose in suspicion or was that the go-ahead.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her voice touched with surprise and desire, but no protest.
“Since you sent the kiddies upstairs to take a nap,” his thumb brushed close to the inner sanctuary, “we can finish our honeymoon.”
Harley’s sharp intake of air echoed into his ear as his forefingers broke the barrier of her cotton panties. He wouldn’t have pegged her as the panty wearing type of girl, especially after last night, but his mind couldn’t get the words to form in his mouth. The silky wet flesh covered his fingers as he sank in deeper. A raging boner pressed against his boxers.
“No,” her mouth said while her hips lifted upward and onto the two curved fingers of his right hand.
“No,” Dante whispered against her throat, “as in you want me to stop?” He pressed his knuckles against her clit. She ground her pelvis against him.
She gave a ragged sigh, “No, as in this is not a honeymoon. We’re getting an annulment.”
An annulment was fine by him, later. Right now he wanted to hear that soprano pitch when he made her cum. With her head back and neck exposed, Dante pressed his lips against the curve of her neck. The vibration of her moan riveted against his tongue. Three fingers in down to his knuckles he pulled back, then sank deeper. Her panties, pressing against the left side of his thumb prevented him from straight out finger fucking her but judging from the wetness oozing, he was doing a pretty good job.
Harley’s eyelashes fluttered against her high cheek-bones. Dante wanted to watch her climax. Watching her breasts rise and fall each time she tried to catch her breath only egged him on. Harley pulled her heels up on the counter, opening her apex for him. He positioned himself between her legs, wanting more than anything to replace his fingers with his cock but she was close. He dipped his head forward and with his left hand tugged at the collar of whoever the hell’s shirt it was, ripping it to expose her b