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She barked out a laugh. “Too long? I’m on my own. Usually, there are several others I can reach out to for help.”
He released a growl. “We need a damn break. Just one. Something’s gotta give.”
She stood behind his chair, placed her hands on his shoulders and started kneading his muscles. “Whoa, you are tight.”
After a few minutes of her massaging his traps, he inhaled deep. “That feels damn good.”
He grew silent while she worked on him. As the tension started to melt away, he knew what he had to do. He needed to escape reality with Jacqueline for just a little while.
“Thank you,” he said.
She leaned around and kissed his cheek. “I hope that helped.”
“That felt amazing.”
As she went to sit back down, he stood. “We’re going upstairs toreallyrelax. Just you and me. Now.”
She cracked a smile. “You know you’re insane, right?”
“For you, yes.”
“With everything going on—”
“Sex is the great reset. Thirty minutes, that’s all we need. My bed, or yours—”
“They’re all your beds,” she replied.
He slinked his arms around her, kissed her softly. “I need you, Jack. Everything else can wait. Every. Fucking. Thing.”
Prescott’s phone rang. He ignored it.
“It could be daycare,” she said.
He glanced at his phone. “It’s Cooper. I gotta take this.” He answered, put the call on speaker. “Hey, Coop, what’s going on?”
Jack loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt while energy powered through him.
“I’m calling with good news,” Cooper said.
He shoved down a moan as she pressed her lips against his chest and kissed him. “You caught the killer and my life can go back to normal,” Prescott said.
“Life goes back to normal whenyouandJacquelinecatch the killer,” Cooper continued.
With a gleam in her eyes, she removed his tie.
“I’m calling because we got the ballistics report back,” Cooper said, but Prescott was only half listening.
Stunning green eyes drilled into his while she caressed his hardening shaft through his pants.
“I just sent it to you.” Cooper continued. “The weapon that wounded your sisterwasn’tthe same one that gunned down Gloria and Bert.”
“Mmm,” Prescott murmured, heat pounding his chest while blood rushed to his cock.
“Yeah, I thought the same thing,” Cooper said, and Jack stifled a laugh.
Prescott muted the phone. “You’re a naughty girl.”
“You love it.” She tugged down on his fly, slipped her hand inside, and extracted his hard shaft.
