He seemed to catch himself, shook his head. “I get carried away. My agent’s starting to complain that I’m spending more time working on electronics than recording.”
“Food’s here!” Big Mary bellowed.
“Well, then.” Jess smiled, scanned his audience. “Let’s dig in. You’ve got to keep your energy level up, Mavis.”
“I’m starving.” She grabbed Leonardo’s hand and headed for the door. Below, Mary was carting bags and boxes into the studio.
“Go help yourselves,” Jess told them. “I’ve got a little fiddling to do. I’ll be right along.”
“What do you think?” Eve murmured to Roarke as they headed down, trailed by Peabody.
“I think he’s looking for an investor.”
Eve sighed, nodded. “Yeah, that was my take. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not a problem. He’s got an interesting product.”
“I had Peabody run a make on him. Nothing’s come up. But I don’t like
to think of him using you—or Mavis.”
“That’s yet to be seen.” He turned her into his arms as they stepped into the studio, ran his hands over her hips. “I missed you. I miss spending large quantities of time with you.”
She felt the heat kindle between her thighs, hotter, lustier than the moment called for. Her breasts tingled with it. “I missed you, too. Why don’t we figure out how to cut the evening short, go home, and fuck like rabbits?”
He was hard as iron. As he leaned down to nip at her ear, he found himself struggling not to tug at her clothes. “Good thought. Christ, I want you.”
The hell with where they were, Roarke thought and dragged her head back by the hair to plunder her mouth.
At the console, at the controls, Jess watched them and smiled. Another few minutes, he mused, and they could very well be on the floor, mindlessly mating. Better not. With deft fingers, he skimmed buttons, changed the program. More than satisfied, he rose and started downstairs.
Two hours later, driving home through the dark streets that ran with colors from flashing billboards, Eve pushed her cruiser past the limits of the law. Need was a low, throbbing beat between her thighs, an itch desperate to be scratched.
“You’re breaking the law, Lieutenant,” Roarke said mildly. He was rock hard again, like a teenager cruising on hormones.
The woman who prided herself on never abusing her badge muttered, “Bending it.”
Roarke reached over, cupped her breast. “Bend it more.”
“Oh Jesus.” She could already imagine what he’d feel like inside her, so she punched the accelerator and shot like a bullet down Park.
A glide-cart operator flipped up her middle finger as Eve screamed around a curb and headed east. Cursing lightly, Eve switched on her duty light, popped up the red and blue globe, and had it flashing.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. I never do this.”
Roarke slid his hand down to her thigh. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”
She gave a hoarse laugh, swallowed hard. “Don’t tell me, for God’s sake. I’ll kill us.”
Her hands were glued to the wheel and trembling, her body vibrating like a string already plucked. Her breath was already hitching. Clouds slipped past the moon and freed its light.
“Hit the remote for the gate,” she panted. “Hit the remote. I’m not slowing down.”
He coded it quickly. The iron gate eased majestically open, and she burst through with inches to spare. “Excellent job. Stop the car.”
“Just a minute, just a minute.” She rocketed up the drive, flying past the gorgeous trees and musical fountains.
“Stop the car,” he demanded again and pressed his hand to her crotch.