Page 58 of Necessary Evil
“It’s just a scrape.”
Evan caressed her cheek. “They drew first blood. Remember that.”
“Evan, don’t retaliate. The police will make arrests.”
He nodded. “And without any proof, they’ll be released.” He smiled widely at her.
“Usually that would piss you off,” she said. “But look on the bright side. I’m not going to defend these assholes.”
“Someone in your office might.”
“And if the three Pyros they catch didn’t do it, then they deserve to go free.”
“What if it’s the three Pyros that did?” Evan pressed his forehead against hers. “Do they still deserve to go free if the prosecutor can’t prove it was them?”
“I can identify the jacket and the mask.”
“Did you get a license plate?”
“I was a little busy,” she said testily.
“Then you have a man wearing a mask in a jacket that could have been stolen or borrowed riding a motorcycle. Was it a Harley or a Suzuki?”
“How should I know?” she grumbled. “You know, you’d make a good defense attorney.”
“I learned from the best.”
Lucy sagged against him. “Can we not talk anymore? I’m so tired.”
“I don’t have to talk. But I do have to have you again.”
Anticipation fluttered in her stomach. That might just be what she needed to get over this. “You sure know how to show a girl a good time. First dinner and a show. Then sex and fireworks. What do you do for an encore?”
“Let me show you,” he said, before covering his mouth with hers.
—
Evil lifted her shirt up and over her arms and undid her bra while kissing her. Her lips were soft and plump and he couldn’t get enough of her. He’d lost his fucking mind when Finn told him what had come in over the radio.
Holding the back of her head to keep from breaking the kiss, he slid her bra off her arms. Then he had his hands full with her luscious breasts. In their hurry before, he hadn’t gotten to enjoy her. He was going to make up for that right now. She unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down.
They could have killed her.
Rage blinded him and made him a little rougher than he normally would have been. Evil thought he might be going too fast for her, but then she grabbed his cock and every thought fled from him but the soft feel of her skin and her ragged breathing as he left her sweet lips to take her plump nipple into his mouth.
The glide of her hand as she stroked him was putting him damn close to coming all over her hand. They weren’t going to make it to the bedroom, but he was going to be inside her when he let go. Evil unbuttoned her skirt and pushed it down.
“Evan,” she whispered, stepping out of it.
He shredded what was left of her pantyhose.
She giggled. “Not how I pictured you doing that.”
“How did you picture it, baby?” He worshipped her other breast, tonguing around her areola and then sucking hard.
Lost in the moment, she just moaned and sighed. Then her grip on him became more aggressive. “Bent over my desk. Skirt in the air. Ripped off from behind.”
Sounded like a good idea to him. “Next time,” he promised.