Blood Orchid (Holly Barker 3)

“Impotent? How can you say that?”

“Any guy who can’t do it three times in an hour and a half is in big trouble.”

He dissolved in what seemed to be a combination of laughter and weeping.

“Don’t worry, I’m not an impatient person. Take another ten minutes.”

“I’m going to die in this bed,” he said, “drained of all life by some new kind of vampire.”

“One that sucks semen from its victims?”

“Not just that; the whole life force.”

“I’ll bet you ten bucks I can bring you back to life in sixty seconds.”

“You’re on.”

A minute later, he said, “My money’s on the dresser over there; take whatever you want.”

She threw a leg over him and slid him inside her, moving slowly up and down. “Nice view of the ocean from here,” she said.

“From where?”

“From on top.”

“Yeah, I can’t see a thing from down here except you, and I like the view from this angle.”

“You’re sweet, for a G-Man,” she said, leaning down and biting a nipple.

“And you have marvelous breasts, for a cop,” he replied, holding them in his hands and massaging.

“I have marvelous breasts for a female human being,” she said, slapping him lightly across the chops. “Another compliment like that and I’ll stop.”

She woke first, showered, dressed, and went down to the kitchen. She was turning two omelets when he staggered in. “You’re walking funny,” she said.

“I’m lucky I can walk at all,” he replied, sinking into a chair at the table.

“You FBI guys aren’t in very good shape, are you? Maybe you should undertake a program of fitness training.”

“I’m of the view that exercise should be activity-specific.”

“What?”

“If you want to get in shape for sex, you should have more sex. Maybe you could be my personal trainer.”

“I’m sure we could whip you into shape in no time at all,” she said, sliding the omelets onto plates and sitting down. She sipped her orange juice. “So, I guess all you think about is sex, huh?”

“Well, I mean . . .”

“I had hoped we could have an actual conversation before this date ends.”

“Sure, I . . .”

“But the moment I walk into the house, it’s nothing but sex, sex, sex. Is that all you ever think about?”

“Sometimes I think about work.”

“So, how’s work?”