Drop Dead Gorgeous

“Fuck, I need you,” I growl, pulling back and slamming home again. Zoey’s hands move to my biceps, gripping me tightly in encouragement. Her every stuttered gasp is music to my ears.

“Yes . . . I . . . you . . .” She moans between each driving stroke, but her words float away too.

There’s no more space for words, for thoughts, for feelings. There’s no time in between panting breaths and hard slaps of our bodies.

Despite all of our combined intelligence, we’re animals, primal beings at our core, and we hungrily unleash on each other. I claim her with every hammering plunge, and she returns in force, mashing her lips against mine, combining our breaths. Her noises get higher pitched, almost keening, and I feel myself swell, trembling on the edge.

Sensing my impending orgasm, she bites my lower lip sharply. The pain pulls me back for a thrust, then a second, and a third as her legs lock around my back to pull me in tightly. With a final hard stroke, I explode deep inside her, my cock pulsing and both of us crying out as hard, knee-quaking orgasms rip through us simultaneously.

I lay my head against hers, panting with exertion as she holds me, her breath coming in shuddering hitches. “Blake.”

“You’re mine,” I pant, unable to stop my words. “No rule can change that. I’ll break them all, time after time, no matter the consequences. You’re mine, Zoey Walker.”

She smiles, not the big grin she always makes me work for but a small, sweet one that says I’m inside her in more ways than one. With my cock still buried, I wrap my arms around her hips and lift her up, her legs squeezing my waist as I turn toward her bedroom. “Where are you going?”

“You think I’m done with you? I haven’t seen you in days. I’m taking you to bed to do everything you deserve,” I promise her. “And more, if you’ll let me.” I flash her a charming smile before letting it turn lecherous as I bounce her once on my already-hardening cock to make sure she knows exactly what she’s getting herself into.

Zoey whoops out a laugh and holds me tighter. “Does that include a new sleep shirt?”

“Absolutely not. No clothes for you or me, Miss Walker. That way, I can slip right back inside you when we wake up. Hell, I might just sleep all tucked up inside, warm and cozy.”

* * *

After round two, or maybe it’s three, we lay in Zoey’s bed. It’s lumpier than mine, but I like that it makes her melt into me, her head on my shoulder and her leg thrown over mine. But we don’t sleep. We don’t even pretend we’re going to, leaving the lamp on so we can see each other. I’ve missed just seeing her.

Instead of sleep, we talk all night, about everything we’ve missed in the last few days and nothing of consequence, until the elephant in the room tap dances its way to the center and forces us to acknowledge it.

“What do you think is going to happen tomorrow?” she asks around four in the morning. “Well, technically today, I guess.” I can hear the worry making her voice tight, and I press a soft kiss to her forehead.

“We’ll tell the truth and then the judge will decide. That’s all there is to it. Maybe they’ll even settle beforehand? Two-thirds of cases do, before they even reach a courtroom.”

“Of course, you would know that,” she says with a smile, but then it frays a bit as she adds, “I don’t think Yvette is the settling type.”

I agree with Zoey. “Yvette’s looking for the biggest payout and is willing to do anything to get it.” I remember the look in Yvette’s eyes when she came to my office—flat, cold, unfeeling. I don’t like the idea of Yvette being in the same room as Zoey.

If anything goes wrong, from a smoke detector going off to a herd of invading chickens, Zoey’s going to blame herself, believing her curse is striking again.

But I really do think Yvette will do anything for this money. She already killed for it, and that makes her dangerous. Much more so than I thought when we started this Scooby Doo investigation.

But I swallow that down, not wanting to scare Zoey any more than she already seems to be.

“So, what do we do?”

“Nothing.” Zoey looks up at me in surprise so I repeat myself. “Nothing. We’re box checkers, remember? We tell the truth and let the judge do his job.” That’s my new mantra. I only hope it’s enough. “That’s all we can do.”

Zoey is so quiet, I can almost hear her mind playing out scenarios and stressing over them. I squeeze her and run my hand along her arm soothingly. “Can we let that stay in the future and enjoy what’s left of tonight? I’ve been dreaming of holding you like this.”