Page 53 of Kiss Kiss Bang
CHAPTER TEN
Since the attack, gubernatorial candidate Olivia Russo has been staying clear of the media. Her whereabouts are unknown. Her Facebook Live post tomorrow is still scheduled to happen. The man who attacked her is still at large. For her safety, her camp has refused to comment on where she has been staying.
Oh. My. God.
What the hell had just happened? Was that how people were having sex these days? Why hadn’t she been doing this all along? She felt relaxed and sated and . . . just wow.
Joey was rubbing little circles against her bare back, his still semi-hard dick twitching inside of her. “I need to get you a babysitter soon. Very soon.”
She pushed up a little, her forearms on his pecs. “What? Why?”
“Because, darlin’,” he said, wiping her hair from her face, “I want to do it again and if this is how you do it when you’re trying to be quiet, I need to know how you do it when you let go.”
She laughed and collapsed back on him.
“I’m not loud, normally.”
“Is that a challenge?” He kissed the top of her head, pushed his heel down, and flipped them over. Sliding out of her, he padded to the en suite bathroom to clean up.
“Was that good for you?” she asked him, cuddling into one of his pillows which smelled just like him.
He chuckled. “Is that a serious question?” He pointed to his dick, which looked like it was getting hard again, as he walked back to the bed.
“Good,” she said, feeling giddy. “Because I want to do it again, a lot. Not now, though. Now I want to sleep.” She stretched, feeling like a fat lazy cat, wanting to rub herself against him and fall asleep. “But later . . . let’s do it again.”
He nodded his head with that sexy dimpled smile. “I’m all in for that plan, baby.” He kissed her cheek. “I hate to have to go back to the couch.”
She sat up a little. “I’m sorry. I know it’s probably not comfortable.”
“Not because of that. Because I’d rather sleep here with you. Maybe slide inside of you at some point in the middle of the night. You know . . . if the spirit moves me.”
She smiled, but then a loud, “Mommy!” made her jump off the bed. “Where are you, Mommy?!”
She grabbed her shirt and threw it on as she ran to the next room. “I’m here, sweets. I’m here,” she said as soon as she saw her daughter on the bed crying. It was another unfamiliar house, and with all the events of the last few days, she was amazed Sophie had even fallen asleep alone. Joey stood by the door in the shorts he’d been sleeping in when she’d woken him up. “She okay?” he asked, looking concerned.
“Yeah, she’s a terrible sleeper.” She rocked Sophie. “I’m going to sleep here with her. Take your bed.”
“No. my bed’s bigger. Both of you go there.”
“I don’t want to stir her too much.” She got comfortable bringing the covers up to her neck. “It’s okay, really.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.” She looked down at her daughter and then back up at Joey, who looked sexy as sin and who just moments ago had been inside of her. “Life of a mommy.”
This is how it went with kids. They came first and moments would undoubtedly be ruined by tears, fevers, vomit . . .
At least they’d gotten to finish before she’d had to run and comfort Sophie. She hoped—really hoped—that he understood and would be okay with it. Because every day she grew to like him more and more.
* * *
The next day, while Olivia sat outside working from her laptop while Sophie played in the pool, Joey spent the day working. It was a little after one when he got the call from Annie telling him that the cops had stopped a man in a red Jeep who’d been circling Olivia’s house that morning and had been able to confirm that he’d been seen around Sophie’s school the day before. The cops had stopped to question him and when he became aggressive they handcuffed him and took him to the station. The guy did not have the same car as the one seen on the camera at the gym, however. But that could mean anything, and Joey wasn’t worried about that. After booking him, they ran the facial recognition software on him and against the blurry photo from the camera and they had a match.
His heart pounded with relief. “Olivia, we have a match.” He gestured for her to come inside the house.
“Sweets, stay by the steps, I’ll be right over here,” she told her daughter. Olivia came around to look at the computer screen as Joey read from the email. “Caucasian male, Five-eleven, Two hundred ten pounds. No identification on him. He had been driving around your house and Sophie’s school. We need to go to the station and ID him.”
“I didn’t get to see him, but if I could hear his voice or even see his arms, I could probably tell you for sure.” A shudder ran down her spine.
