It’s possible, and even likely… “Still, that bitch might be playing your card, trying to bury something.” I tweak the report from the stack and read it over. “The victim said she ‘thought’ she scratched her attacker.” I rub my index finger and thumb over my eyes, clearing away the eyestrain. “There’s no other mention from the examining doctor who issued the rape kit on collecting blood or epithelial cells. No record of any DNA on file.”
“Then the dumbass rookie got it wrong.” He starts toward the door, pausing. “I’ll put Sol on it. Have him question the cop and the doctor. He can investigate the doctor, too, just to dig up anything from his past we can throw at him, make him look incompetent. I mean, if we need to go there.”
I nod, knowing our in-house investigator is that good. He can find almost anything a person is trying to hide. When someone hides something, tries to bury it, they actually make it more obvious. Leaving a trail right to their secrets.
“As for me,” Gannet says. “I’m done for the night.”
“Fine. But for now, don’t repeat the DNA to Wells or Mason,” I say, garnering a confused look from him. “Not yet. I want to investigate it personally first.”
He throws his jacket over one shoulder. “Your call.”
Once he’s gone, I pick up the officer’s report and jot down his badge number, then head back to my desk, ready to put in a call to Officer Myer when I’m stopped in my tracks.
Alexis is leaning against the doorjamb, her shirt unbuttoned midway, revealing her sexy cleavage. Her hair is loose, tumbling in soft waves over her shoulders. The sight of her, standing there so alluring, catches my breath.
I clear my throat as I sit in the chair behind my desk. “Come here.”
She obeys instantly, shutting the door and strolling toward me without reservation. I’ve created a monster. The thought makes me smile, and I clasp her hips as she stops before me. I lift her onto my lap, letting her straddle my thighs.
Her hands slip along my chest. I groan at the feel of her heat; her cunt sliding over the hard ridge of my cock. “Did you get anywhere?” she asks, rocking her hips just the slightest, making every thought of Bates and the case float right out of my head.
“Right now,” I say, roaming my hand over the swell of her breasts, excited to find she’s already discarded her bra, “I couldn’t give a fuck about the case.”
Her fingers knead my shoulders, strumming the tension out of my tight muscles. And I allow her. She didn’t ask permission, she should be flung over the desk and fucked for being such a distracting tease, but I’m more than curious to relax under her needs for the moment—let her set the pace.
Simply, I’m a man hell-bent on pleasing this woman who has successfully slain my will. But only for the moment.
“I want to please you,” she says, arching her back as I open her shirt.
I secure my hand along her lower back, bringing her closer as I cup her breast and take her pert nipple into my mouth. Swirling my tongue over her pebbled peak, sensually caressing down to her ass, I fist her skirt and drag it up.
“Take me out,” I say against her.
She eases her hips up and snakes a hand down along my chest toward my buckle. The feel of her fingers working the belt, then unzipping me, the soft, exploring touch grazing my cock as she takes ahold of me, about drives me out of my mind.
I leash the wild yearning to spear her soaked pussy and, instead, let her settle me at her entrance. My fingers dig at her skin, the anticipation pulsing through my body and pricking every erogenous zone along the way to the throbbing tip of my cock.
I see it in her eyes; she knows what she’s doing to me, and she loves it.
“Careful, temptress,” I say, splaying my fingers over her ass. “The harder you work me up, the harder I’m going to have to fuck you.”
As she slips me between her lips, slicking my cock with her wetness, I guide her hips in a rocking motion that is so erotic and torturous, I hiss out a curse.
“What if I’m doing it on purpose?” Her head tilts back as the tip of my cock hits her clit. “So you’ll fuck me as hard as you can?”
Fucking hell. I give her ass a light slap, making her hips buck. “You better put me inside that sweet pussy before I decide to take my frustrations out on your defiant little ass.”
My words do the trick; she’s even wetter as she slides down over my shaft, her tight pussy stroking me to the hilt. I push the back of my head against the chair as she braces her palms on my chest, lifting up and rocking back down.
“Do whatever you want, Alexis. I want to watch you fuck me,” I encourage her, fascinated by the way her features strain, so hot and beautiful at once, as she takes me deeper.
Not losing her rhythm, she removes my tie, then slowly unbuttons my dress shirt. She lowers her chest to mine, her tits seeking friction as she grinds on top of me. I give her what she needs, pulling her ass harder to me as I raise my hips to meet her.
Her hands seek my hair, and I allow her to find purchase there, reveling in her loss of inhibition. She rides me slowly, tender and affectionate, and it’s like sweet, beautiful torture. The way she coaxes my body to submit to her needs.
All she has to do is plead my name once, the sound of it so desperate, and I obey. She’s ready for me to take control—to give her what she truly needs to reach that shattering orgasm.
With a groan, I push her shirt off her shoulders and drag it down her arms. “Put your arms behind your back,” I command.