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He wasn’t done.Not even close.He twisted, putting her half beneath him on the seat, and he pounded into her with a fury.Bare skin.Hot sex.His Lily.
I think I’m falling in love…
In and out.Deeper.Savage growls.Possessive touches.Hands marking and branding.Mouth on her throat.Her lips.
Falling in love…
His release roared through him.
With you.
ChapterTwenty-Five
“You can’t be here.”
Lily ignored the quaking between her thighs.She had her panties back on, her dress in place, her shoes on her feet, and she hoped—truly hoped—that it was not apparent that she’d just fucked Atlas in the back of his limo.
The fire inspector frowned at her and Atlas.Sebastian Santiago had flashed his ID and blocked their path as they approached the charred remains of the cabin.“This is a closed crime scene,” Sebastian informed them.“No way do civilians get to prance up here.”
Yes, a closed scene.She got that.But she had not beenprancing.She’d been walking very carefully.Trying to ignore the fact that aftershocks of pleasure were still going off in her core.
“I’ll have to call the Feds if you don’t leave,” Sebastian continued with a dogged nod.
“Federal Agent Gage Emerick knows that we are here,” Atlas assured the man in a bold-faced lie.
He lied so very easily.
And fucks so incredibly well.
“He told Dr.Gallo that she could get a quick sweep of the area,” Atlas added.
Gage had done no such thing.
“Well, he told her wrong,” the inspector snapped back.“It’s not safe here, and I’m not going to risk anyone’s life.The structure is too weak.The level over the basement was reinforced, yes, but it could still come crashing down, and I don’t want anyone getting hurt at my scene.Bad enough that we lost a detective to this freak.We won’t lose anyone else.Not on my watch.”
She admired his determination.And appreciated the fact that he had just told her something useful.“So the basementwasn’tdestroyed.”
“Not destroyed.Not yet.Fire was all in the front, focused mostly near the entrance of the structure.”He threw out his hands in a heaving gesture as he explained, “Erupted outward, in a targeted blast.Took out the windows, the front part of the roof.”Sebastian’s hands stopped shoving forward and dropped to his sides.“That’s why the poor bastard died.He was just steps from the entrance door.If he’d been near the basement door—see it’s over near the back…” He raised his right hand to jerk his thumb vaguely toward the blackened hull of the cabin.“That would have given him a fighting chance.”A shrug as his hand fell again.“Didn’t happen.Burns were all over his body.”
She stared at the blackened remains that had once been the cabin’s front walls.
“What in the hell?”More annoyance from the inspector blocking their path.Only that annoyance was not directed at her and Atlas this time.His glare was focused beyond them as he demanded, “Are those reporters?I alreadytoldthem to stay away.”
Yes, but the reporters had probably followed her and Atlas so…
“Everybody needs to stay the hell back!”The inspector marched toward the arriving crews, waving his hands.“Back!”
Atlas glanced at Lily.“Discover what you needed to know?”
Yes, she had.
“Then shall we get back in the limo, or do we want to pose for the camera a bit longer?”
She hadn’t realized they were posing.But now…
Atlas’s body stood protectively near hers.Her dress blew in the faint breeze, and the darkened remains of the cabin were waiting right in front of them.The whole scene probably made for one very dramatic photo.Or video.
“This image will be everywhere,” he added.“If you were trying to bait the killer…” A brisk nod.“Congratulations.”
