Gena rocked her hips, seeking contact, friction. Needing relief. Release. Can’t. Take. It. “Easy, princess. I know what you need.” “Kiss me, Rocco.” She twined her arms around his neck. “Kiss me again.” Her alarm blared, shattering the fantasy. Gena groaned and reached to shut it off, tempted to ...
Because most of the crowd stayed as close to the building as police allowed, that gave him an opportunity to slip toward the relative privacy of the parking lot. “Winchette here.” “What have you learned?” Abe Caldwell demanded before breaking into a hacking cough. “Sorry, I’m fighting a damn cold...