Closing her eyes didn’t ease her arousal, either. Harry’s weight pressed her into the mattress. His penis nestled between her legs. Her animal simmered inside her, but she no longer feared it would break free. It had surged through her veins at her climax, but it only intensified her pleasure. She was wholly in control. The phone rang again. “Are you going to get that?” he asked. “It might be your coven.” “I’d rather not talk to them. They’ll ask too many questions.” She and Harry watched the phone as if it were going to jump off the hook and into June’s hand. Neither could reach it without crawling across the bed. He squinted. “It shows up as a local number on caller ID. Timothy Manns. Isn’t he the chief of police?” The phone rang again. Her answering service would kick in after five rings. “That’s his home number, not work.” She pushed at Harry’s shoulders. Why would the cops be at the Mannses’ house instead of the station? He rolled off her until he could reach the unit.
