Deadly Temptations

by Mina J. Moore

  “It’s as bad as we thought. The background check shows she has had various addresses. Pretty much changing locations every couple of months. At this very moment she’s probably on a plane to BFE.”

  “Here’s the good part. Sylvia did some digging and Gina was at the mental ward until about a year ago.”

  Denise made it over to the couch and let her body drop. Her head rested back and she closed her eyes. “I still can’t believe she’s worked with our department for two whole months. How the hell can this be happening?”

  Mader sat next to her. “I don’t know but I hope this gets taken care of tomorrow.”

  Denise sat up and slapped her knees. “Hey, let’s start on those files. I need something to distract me.” The furthest thought from her mind was the Hansen project. She lowered her gaze to his mouth. Getting involved with him was not the smartest move; especially now when the spotlight hovered over them.

  His jaw clenched when he turned away from her. He stood and walked down the hall.

  Denise blew out a breath and realized nothing they did at this point would make a difference. Gina had her suspicions. She already thought they were lovers.

  Mader came back with his laptop and the flash drive. He hooked the thing up and sat on the couch next to her. Denise grabbed her briefcase and took out some of her notes on the research she had completed previously. When he pulled up the files she leaned closer and studied the bullet points on the Power Point presentation for the following week. They talked strategy for about the next hour before Denise’s stomach started to growl.

  “You want to order in?” Mader took his phone out

  Denise watched him flipping through the numbers on his phone. He appeared relaxed and confident while she was a jumbled mess inside. Their brainstorming had gone well. Professional and at arms distance but her mind was all about him. “Great job” and “I agree” came out of her mouth at the right moments when she managed to stop staring.

  The worse part? He was giving it right back to her. The intensity in his eyes was killing her. At one point the laptop ended up high on his thighs and he shifted a couple of times to get comfortable.

  Denise blinked and came back down to earth. “Sure. Chinese?”

  He winked at her. “My favorite. I have tons of left-overs in the fridge. Is that ok?”

  Denise ran her hands down her arms and smiled. “I love left-overs. Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”

  Mader braced his forearms on his thighs. “Second door to the left.”

  SHE stood, stretching her skirt down her long legs. Mader linked his fingers together to keep from grabbing her and throwing her on the couch. Instead, he watched as she walked away and leaned back, his arms going over his head.

  Closing his eyes, he thought about how long he had lusted after her and how he was going to get through the night without acting on it. Having her this close was torture but he wouldn’t make the next move. Been there, done that. No. It would have to be her decision this time.

  DENISE washed her hands and looked in the mirror. Not only did she appear tired but the confusion in her eyes was evident. In no way had she gotten involved with any of her colleagues and it wasn’t for lack of trying on their part. She was never interested. Her career always got in the way.

  When was the last time she had been on a serious date or slept with someone? One year. It had been a year since she had had any kind of relationship. No. Wonder.

  She washed her face and thanked God her waterproof mascara stayed in place. Putting her hairbrush in her purse she walked out. What she found on the couch made her knees weak. Mader was laid back, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes were closed. Those sharp, handsome features totally relaxed, his lips slightly parted. She had never wanted him more than right at this moment. Her purse fell off her shoulder and hit the floor hard.

  His eyes snapped open. His body, however, stayed in the same irresistible position. He uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on either side of his legs as if he were opening himself to her.

  The ball bounced over to her court now. He was willing and able to give her what she wanted. It was up to her to take that first step. Slipping out of her pumps, she took it.

  CHAPTER 5

  MADER SAT forward as she walked to him. Her blouse came off and left a scrap of black lacey bra for his eyes. Holy shit. He stood and met her halfway, he grasped her hips and his lips moved over hers in a full blown kiss which made her come up on her toes for more.

  Mader started to walk them backward toward the couch and thank God, it was of the king sized variety. His bed was also size appropriate, they just weren’t gonna make it this time.

  Her hands were all over him. They moved around to the front of his shirt. A tearing sound sent buttons flying delete ‘everywhere‘.

  He smiled against her mouth, freeing his fingers from her hair long enough to let her finish the job. He hefted her up by the ass and her legs wrapped his waist.

  He growled when she rubbed herself on his arousal. His fucking balls were going to explode if he didn’t get inside of her fast.

  DENISE threw her head back as he kissed her neck and the swells of her breasts. Her nipples peaked through the lace and rubbed against his face. Jesus Christ, she was going to melt. She shimmied up and down until her skirt was practically at her waist.

  Mader looked down between their bodies at all that was left separating them; her black lace thong and his slacks. Keeping an arm around her, he undid his belt and the rest of what was holding him up. Somehow he managed to get his briefs off too. Kicking everything out of the way, he let his erection slide between her legs and rub against her heat.

  Denise moaned his name and dropped her head on his shoulder. Her body shook with the intensity of having him against her most sensitive spot.

  Mader unsnapped her bra and it joined the pile of clothes on the floor. His eyes came back to her breasts.

  “You are so fucking beautiful. I could just eat you right now.” And he did. His mouth clamped down on one breast and suckled until she thought she would pass out from pleasure.

  Meanwhile his shaft was doing its job down below. Denise wanted more. If it felt this good with her thong in the way she couldn’t imagine when...

  He laid her down on the couch and ripped the lace off, entering her in one stroke. She screamed and bowed up, her body spasming with sheer pleasure. He started to move and she knew it wouldn’t last another minute; especially when he pulled back and stared right at her. She couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his passion. He was absolutely beautiful to watch. Those shoulders blocked out the rest of the room and she held onto them as the ride got wilder.

  It took two more strokes and Denise blew apart in his arms. His eyes were on hers the entire time and she moaned his name.

  MADER felt his release at the tip of his shaft. Holding back had been almost impossible but he had managed. He eased out and the throbbing increased. Slamming in, he yelled her name as he came inside of her. He smiled against her mouth when he felt the tremors in her legs and her walls tighten around him again.

  “Oh. My. God!” she wailed.

  Mader held her tight as her body convulsed with her orgasm. Then he rolled them over on their side, pulling her leg over his hip, their bodies still joined.

  ANGIE hated this part of the trip. It was starting to get dark and all around her were trees and not much else. She had about an hour of the same before the next town. Glancing in her rear view, there wasn’t a car in sight.

  She drove on for several minutes. A truck sat abandoned on the side of the road. It looked like the one that had passed her early on. She sympathized with anyone who had car trouble out here.

  Moving along, she took the next curve slowly. Bright headlights behind her were blinding as they came into her line of sight. Strange. There hadn’t been anyone behind her, much less any side streets or civilization in this part of the wilderness. Putting her eyes back on the road, she went faster. The lights
came closer at an alarming pace. With a start, she realized it was the truck that had been stranded a few minutes back.

  Taking a peek at her speedometer, it read well over the limit and while she doubted any cops camped here, she still didn’t like to drive too fast.

  The truck was riding her bumper now and she had no choice but to hit the gas. Angie panicked, her speed climbing to a dangerous level. She thought about pulling over and letting him pass but she was afraid to stop.

  Angie riffled in her purse for the phone. She had to try something. That was when the truck slammed into the rear bumper, jerking her forward.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered.

  Angie floored the gas pedal. Gauging the time she had left, going a hundred miles an hour the whole way wasn’t possible. A second hit made her skid off to the side and lose control. She screamed as the car fishtailed off the road and into a huge tree. Angie’s head slammed into the steering wheel and everything went black.

  “HOW about that Chinese?” Mader asked running his hand down her back.

  Denise snuggled into him and smiled. “I don’t think I can move.”

  “I don’t want to move either. Hell, I’ll stay right here for the rest of my life but I don’t think you’ll find a rumbling stomach very sexy.”

  She laughed and popped her head up on her elbow. Their time together had been so fast she hadn’t gotten a closer look at him. She pulled back a little and let her eyes run down his body. Good Lord, he was built.

  “Enjoying the view?”

  “You’re damn right. When do you find the time to work-out? You practically live at the office.”

  Mader sat up. “I have to release my stress somewhere. Plus there’s a great gym right across the street. I can mosey on over and have a workout, shower and come back. I always keep a change of clothes in the car.”

  Denise watched as he stood and walked naked to the kitchen.

  The back of him was just as fine as the front.

  He rummaged through the items in his fridge then popped two plates into the microwave. Denise pulled her skirt completely off and came up behind him. Pressing her breasts to him she kissed his back and wrapped her arms around his narrow waist. “You know this is going to complicate things,” she murmured.

  He touched her hands and glanced over his shoulder. “Since when do I like things simple?”

  She chuckled. “Bastard.”

  The microwave dinged and he moved the plate out and onto the granite island. Mader turned to ask what she wanted to drink. He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

  Denise smiled. “Enjoying the view?”

  Mader shook his head. “You are seriously going to kill me.”

  She looked around innocently. “Where should I sit?”

  Mader pulled out a bar stool and sat down. “Right here.” He patted his lap.

  Denise didn’t complain. She walked and enjoyed the way his hand tensed on his thigh. They fed each other until her stomach was bursting.

  “You have a piece of broccoli right here.” Mader licked the top of her breast.

  Denise giggled. “You are wicked.”

  He wiggled his eyebrows. “You love it.”

  “Can’t deny that.” She moved on his lap rubbing his erection in the process.

  “Sonofabitch. You are in big trouble now.” Grasping her by the waist he lifted her off his lap and spun her around to face away from him.

  Denise held onto the counter and pushed her ass out, bending forward. She closed her eyes as his hand moved up her spine to clasp the back of her neck. He came down over her, his lips hovering over her ear.

  “Spread those lovely long legs nice and wide for me,” he whispered.

  Denise did as he asked, praying her knees wouldn’t buckle. She was so close, and he wasn’t even where he needed to be yet. Biting her bottom lip, she moaned and pushed back against him.

  Mader wrapped the hand at her neck around her long red hair and pulled back. Giving her a quick yank, he slammed his shaft home.

  Her scream brought a chuckle of masculine pleasure to his lips. He held still, waiting for her to adjust.

  Denise groaned his name, begging for him to move as her body quivered with need. Her breath left in short rushes when he obliged, his thrusts hard and measured for maximum penetration.

  She was going to die. There was no way she was going to make it in this position. Her legs were like wet noodles.

  Mader put an arm around her waist and held tightly when she started to go down.

  Denise locked her knees and concentrated on the pleasure. Throwing her head back, she cried out when the pounding got real serious. Grabbing the counter more tightly, one hand moved to lock around his neck as his body came down over hers once more.

  Mader reached down to part the folds of her core, stimulating her to a frenzy. Sweat broke out along his forehead as his restraint began to unravel.

  With his fingers between her legs and his strong body hammering into hers, Denise lost all reason. Her climax ripped out with a scream that would make her cringe later.

  Mader’s growl followed, his body pumping even faster causing her walls to tighten like a fist around him. Digging his hands into her hips, he pushed in one last time.

  There was lots of heavy breathing going on as he turned her around to face him. She put her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder.

  “That was fucking incredible,” he said as he stroked her hair. She responded by linking her arms around his waist and hugging him tightly.

  THEY got dressed and to his car only because Denise declined the shower invitation. If she went there with him the sun would rise before she made it back to her place. And alone is what she needed right now. Her head was a fucking mess.

  MADER cursed. He was afraid this was going to screw things up between them. Denise became distant the moment she sat in the car and the ride to reality came crashing over them.

  This relationship had the potential to move into areas he didn’t anticipate. He would have loved for her to spend the night but pushing had never been his method.

  She didn’t live far and they arrived within fifteen minutes. Mader insisted on walking her in.

  Her door was slightly ajar and they walked right into a disaster zone. Her apartment had been completely trashed.

  “Son of a Bitch!” Mader yelled. “Denise, hold up. Let me go first.”

  He cursed again when she kept on walking through the mess and into her bedroom. At the bathroom door, writing scribbled on the mirror with red lipstick read, No one messes with what’s mine, bitch!

  Mader came up behind her, his jaw tight with plenty of pissed-off. “I’m calling the police. This is bullshit.”

  IT took over an hour for the officers to get all the details. Sylvia arrived minutes after Mader’s call. Another unit was called in to go to Gina’s house and arrest her.

  Denise, just as everyone else, knew she wouldn’t be there. The apartment was dusted for finger prints but nothing had turned up yet. Whoever had done this knew what they were doing. Which meant Gina was not alone.

  Denise’s phone rang. It was Angie’s cell number.

  “Hello”

  “Denise, this is Angie’s aunt.” The woman was sobbing. Denise felt as if she had been kicked in the stomach.

  “Wha-What happened? Is Angie there?”

  “No. She was in a bad car accident. They have her in the ER. I am out here waiting to hear.”

  Denise lost her ability to stand and plopped down right on the pavement.

  Sylvia grabbed the phone from her shaking hand. “Hello?”

  “Yes? Denise?”

  “No. It’s Sylvia. I work with Denise. Is there something I can help you with?”

  “Then that means you also know my niece, Angie. She’s been in a terrible car accident.

  Sylvia took a deep breath. “I am so sorry to hear that. Listen, keep us posted on her progress and call us no matter the time.”

  “Yes.
I will. Thank you.”

  Sylvia pushed the end button and glanced behind her. Denise was still on the pavement, Mader next to her.

  “This can’t be happening. That poor girl,” Denise whispered.

  Mader took her into his arms and let her cry.

  CHAPTER 6

  DEPUTY JONES walked to his cruiser with a whole lot of pissed off. Gina Rhodes hadn’t been seen since that afternoon accompanied by a man coming out of her apartment.

  He signaled to the other deputy who was leaning against his cruiser watching the apartment in case Gina made an appearance while Jones spoke with the neighbors.

  “She’s gone. I’ll wrap up the paperwork and put out the alert.” Jones said before speaking into his shoulder mic.

  With the report that had come on earlier, there was no doubt she was a prime suspect in Angie Bomstead’s accident, along with everything else.

  Mader took Denise’s bag, placing it at the mouth of the hallway. “You need a nice hot shower. Use my bathroom, the double doors at the end of the hall.”

  Denise nodded. She probably looked as bad as she felt.

  “I swear, if I knew this bitch was going to hurt you like this, I would have steered clear.” He came closer and hugged her.

  Denise wrapped her arms around his waist and held on. “What a fucking picture this makes. I think I’m going to cry.”

  Mader tensed.

  Denise pulled back and her eyes went wide. Gina stood directly behind them. A gun leveled right at her.

  “How the hell did you get in here?” Mader growled.

  She laughed. “Amazing what a few tears and a blowjob will get you these days.

  Mader scowled. If he lived through this the head of security was going to receive a nice letter from his attorney.

  “Now,” Gina said. “Enough of the how. Let’s get with the program. Have you banged her yet? I mean, that is your specialty, right? Bang them and leave them.”

  “I find it hard to believe I ever had anything to do with you.”