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The warmth of his breath on her ear shot straight to her nipples and beyond. Not trusting her voice, she nodded.
Once they were all assembled, Maddox turned on the camera, and began to video himself. “This is Inspector Maddox Price, San Francisco PD.” He stated the date, time, and location before turning the camera on Justin.
“Lieutenant Justin Barbieri, SFPD, joint task force liaison.”
When the camera turned to Fly
Lastly the camera turned to Izzy. “Isadora Fuentes.” She looked at Fly
Fly
He handed the phone to Izzy. “Miss Fuentes, to ensure fluidity and the validity of the video if it’s challenged in a court of law, please refrain from turning the camera off until such time as the act is complete.”
“Okay,” she said, gingerly taking the cell phone and placing it on her nightstand in the exact same position she had put her original phone Saturday night.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled as her eyes rested on Fly
Swallowing hard, Izzy wasn’t sure how to proceed. Fly
Should she start the act that wasn’t really going to be an act on her part, because she craved Fly
Maybe it was better that way. With a shaky breath, she sat down on the edge of the bed in view of the camera. Mustering up all of her bravado, Izzy moved back onto the mattress, and then slowly, rose up on her knees. Crooking her finger at him, she said, “Come here, Special Agent Ryker.”
When he still didn’t move, her stomach did a slow, hard roll. Humiliation swept through her. She wasn’t going to beg him, damn it! Mentally she counted backward from ten. When she got to one, if he hadn’t moved, she was going to go tap Justin or Maddox for the job! Her belly did another slow roll. As hot as those two were, she only wanted one man. The one standing at the foot of her bed who didn’t want her.
Closing her eyes, she bit her bottom lip. Ten. Nine. Eight. Heat flushed her cheeks. Seven. Six. Her chest rose and fell sharply as emotion clenched her resolve. Five. Four. Three.
Warm breath caressed her cheek.
A rush of heat flooded her veins. “I hate that I can’t stop wanting this,” he rasped inches from her.
Biting back the cry that struggled to escape, Izzy opened her eyes and this time the cry escaped. His blue eyes glittered intensely. His nostrils flared like the predator he was. The way his features tightened with unleashed power stirred her soul. Every inch of her cried out for succor.
A strong arm slipped around her bare waist and yanked her hard against his chest. His lips hovered just above hers. “I can’t get you out of my head,” he said, anger edging the words.
Swallowing hard, Izzy held his stare. Despair swirled in the blue depths of his eyes. Desire she couldn’t ignore. They had a cosmic co
So let this charade play out, and when it was over she would double her efforts to put this man out of her mind. Closing her eyes, she mentally prepared herself for this. Slowly she opened them, holding his intense gaze. Sliding her shield firmly back in place, she smiled seductively.
“I’m so happy you came home with me,” Izzy breathed, ru
Chapter Twenty-one
Izzy tugged Fly
“I want to do bad things to you, too, Wild Style,” he whispered.
When he lowered his lips to hers, she turned away, not wanting to give that part of her to him. His fingers tightened against her skin.
Laughing, she shook her head in an attempt to shake off the fever that burned through her. Moving back onto the bed, she pulled him with her. “Kissing is for suckers, Special Agent Ryker. I want to get down to business,” she said, her voice low, but challenging.
As he leaned over her, she grabbed his shirt and pulled it apart, the buttons popping off. It took monumental control not to slide her hands along the hard planes of his bare chest. Closing her eyes so that her desire wouldn’t be captured in the video, she turned away from the cell phone’s camera.
Fly
He looked up at her, his blue eyes fierce with desire. Trembling, she tried to control her reaction to his touch. Even knowing they were being filmed, she couldn’t.
Brushing his lips across her ear, he softly said, “Relax, baby, you can do this.”
Biting her bottom lip, she nodded, then turned to the camera with a sultry pout and said, “You have too many clothes on.”
He gri
“What is that?” she asked, surprised. The guys hadn’t said anything about a drug video. But then it made more sense, didn’t it? A sex video didn’t go nearly as far as a fed snorting coke with a stripper did.
“Bolivian blow. Primo shit.”
“I’ve never done drugs—wait, aren’t you a cop?” she asked, catching on quick.
Fly
“Where did you get it? What if you get caught? Would you go to jail?”
Taking the vial between his teeth, he pushed her back into the mattress. His strong hands slid along her thighs to her hips. Dropping the vial to the bed beside her, his lips trailed from the bottom of her bikini top to her belly button. He looked up at her and said, “You ask too many questions, Wild Style. Just relax and trust me.” He nipped her skin. “I’m untouchable.”