Page 64 of Captivating Anika

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Page 64 of Captivating Anika

Anika shifts as she climbs up and straddles my thighs, leaning forward so her nose almost touches mine.

“You’re a good man, Noah Hodgekins.”

She brushes my lips with hers and scoots down, pressing another kiss at the base of my throat.

“A kind man.”

She slides down and plants a kiss between my pecs.

“A generous man.”

The next one lands just north of my belly button.

“A deserving man.”

I feel her words soak into my skin as her touch brings my senses alive.

My body is very much aware of where this is going, even before she curls her fingers in the waistband of my boxer briefs and eases them down.

“A fine man,” she mumbles, as she wraps her hand around my hard cock at the root.

Then her long hair brushes my thighs as she takes my length into the heat of her mouth, and I forget my own name.

Anika

“Morning, come in.”

Evans steps aside and ushers me into what looks like a modest meeting room where Special Agent Livingston is already seated at a long table. A few file boxes sit open on the table, and a pile of papers as well as an open laptop are spread out in front of him. I’m guessing this is Livingston’s temporary office while he’s in town.

I’ve never been at the FBI office before and was a little surprised when Evans called and asked me to meet him here instead of the police station. That’s where I thought I was going at nine thirty to go over my statement.

The salon is open this morning, but I arranged it so my first appointment isn’t until one. I was hoping that would give me a chance to sign my statement, get a contractor to come in and fix the doorpost, and to meet with the insurance adjuster to hear the verdict on my Miata. But now I’m wondering whether this might not take longer than I anticipate.

Hog—who made it clear this morning he won’t let me out of his sight—is already not happy he was asked to wait outside, and I wouldn’t put it past him to come looking for me if I take too long.

“Ms. Jones, I appreciate you coming here.”

I wasn’t really paying attention yesterday, but I can’t help notice the agent is handsome. His dark hair is streaked through with silver, and those reading glasses he has perched on his nose only add to the overall picture. He looks like someone Monique might be interested in. I’m going to have to ask what she thought of him.

My fantasy to hook my friend up with the handsome FBI agent grinds to a halt when he pushes his glasses up on his nose and I notice the shiny wedding ring.

“Anika, please,” I tell Livingston.

“Yes, of course. So, Anika, in addition to going over your statement, I had a few more questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Anything I can do to help you find Kim.”

He slides one of the file boxes toward him and pulls out a plastic bag holding a red purse. I gasp when I get a good look at it.

“I guess I don’t have to ask if you recognize it.”

I shake my head.

“It looks like Kim’s. Did you find it in her car?”

I catch a look between the two law enforcement agents, before Evans answers my question.

“We recovered it from the lake,” he says in a kind voice. “Her phone was inside.”




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