Steele smiled at Paul.
“Thank you, Paul.”
The detective’s eyes moved back and forth between the two rapidly.
“Hmm. What about you two? What’s going on here? Why are you two all alone in Arsen’s apartment?”
Paul laughed and shook his head.
“I would never go behind Arsen’s back and go after any women that’s his. It’s a matter of respect. And just so you know. If he is ever put in jail or prison, I will be escorting Miss Gannon to see him and anywhere else she goes. So you will see us together often if that happens. It doesn’t mean we’re fucking each other.”
Steele’s cheeks went pink, and she coughed. Then Paul stood.
* * *
“How about some coffee while you wait?”
The detective nodded.
“That would be nice. Thank you.”
The two women eyed one another while Paul left the room. Then Steele said, “Look, you can help here. I need you to understand some things about the man I love and would gladly give my life for. He’s a tortured soul. He doesn’t deserve what’s happening to him.”
“Said every woman involved with a killer ever,” Fontaine said with a sigh. “Poor girl. He did it. He killed those women. Now, I think there is a slight possibility the first one was an accident, but I think the sadistic man inside him liked it. It thrilled him. So he found another woman who liked that kind of stuff and went too far with it again, but this time on purpose. Getting his rocks off to it a second time. Then he knew one more who’d let him do that to her and he did it again.”
Steele shook her head.
“You don’t know him at all. He’s not that way. He has a soft streak. He can be tough and arrogant and even mean sometimes. But he has this soft spot.”
The detective laughed.
“So you think he has a soft spot for you?”
Steele frowned.
“He does. It’s not a thing I particularly like. He was weak when he was younger. Before Anne Sinclair got a hold of him and fucked him up royally. Somehow, with me, he’s going back to that weakness again. I hate I’m doing that to him.”
“Maybe he’s feeling secure for once,” the detective said as she looked around the room.
A fresh bouquet of colorful flowers filled a vase on a small table. It was the only thing soft in the room filled with fine, dark brown, leather furnishings. No other soft touches were in the room. It was entirely masculine.
* * *
“Maybe,” Steele agreed. “You know that Sinclair woman told Arsen she had a friend who was interning at the place the women are being autopsied at. She said that friend told her all three women had elevated chemicals in their bodies. She said they had been killed with some drug which is easily hidden in the body. I can’t remember the name of it. But I was wondering if you saw that on the reports.”
“Did she say who the friend is? Because I’ve been down there and there’s only two people who work there and there is no intern.” Fontaine leaned forward and tapped her long fingers on her chin.
“There’s not?” Steele sat up too and Paul came in with a tray of coffees.
“Here we go, ladies.” He sat the tray on the coffee table between them and handed them their cups.
Steele asked, “Paul, you were there when Anne Sinclair and Arsen talked, right?”
He nodded and took his place near the detective again.
“Yeah, why?”
“Tell her what all the old bat said to him.” Steele took her coffee and sat back.
After a lengthy discussion about all Anne had said, the detective was showing signs of having an internal battle with what the truth was.
“There’s a pretty good chance Arsen is being set up.”
Steele made a long sigh and sat up.
“So what are you going to do about this?”
* * *
“I think I should go downstairs and talk to the building manager and get the plates off that car if possible. If that’s Anne who he’s with she could be doing something awful to him.” The detective stood and took off to go downstairs. She looked over her shoulder. “I’ll be back. Stay here.”
“Finally,” Steele said. “Maybe the damn police will do something to help Arsen instead of trying so hard to make sure he rots away in jail.” Steele got up. “I’m going to change out of these clothes and into something more comfortable since I’ll be staying here instead of going to classes.”
She left the living room and went to the bedroom. The room she now shared with Arsen. Her body began shaking as she thought about where he might be.
Her mind kept taking her to awful thoughts. Him and Anne in a room somewhere. Anne beating him and fucking him.
Steele fell on the bed and tried hard not to cry. She got up and pulled her skirt off and kicked off the high heels. She unbuttoned her blouse and lay back down in her lacey bra and panty set Arsen had ordered for her.
Arsen had given her a whole new wardrobe. A car was being put together made specifically for her. He was taking care of her much better than she had ever taken care of herself.
Thanks to the way he had taught her to eat and exercise, she was firm and getting more fit each day. If he was going back to that life with Anne, it would devastate her.
Steele ran her hands over her body and imagined it was Arsen who was doing it. The last night he’d made her feel so good. He’d taken a long bath with her, they drank a little wine and then he took her to bed.
Heat had flushed her body with his first touch. His lips pressed against hers and took her away from all thoughts of Gwen. Even though she knew she should only be thinking about her friend and what might be happening to her, Steele wanted to be taken away for a little while.
Arsen could manage to do that with a simple touch. That night his touch was anything but simple as he ran his fingertips over her breasts and stomach. His lips touched her stomach, sending chills all over her.
His dark eyes gazed at her as he said, “One day this flat stomach will be round with our baby, Steele.”
* * *
She smiled and recalled the amazing feeling those words gave her. She hadn’t even thought about having kids.
“You want kids, Arsen?”
“With you I do,” he’d said. Soft kisses he made all over her stomach.
Her heart swelled with love for him and she knew he was it for her. No one would ever come close to being what he was to her. He would one day be her husband and the father of her children.
It seemed to be far away in a future which was not entirely certain. The dark cloud of prison constantly hung over the man’s shoulders. Steele shuddered as his lips pressed against her clit.
His teeth took it gently, and she moaned with the sweet feeling it gave her. He made a low growl and bit it a little harder. It sent waves of pleasure through her.
Her hands fisted the sheet beneath her.
“Arsen!”
His tongue flicked at the swelling pearl between his teeth and with every deft flick of his tongue she felt a jolt go through her, straight to a place deep inside her.
She was wetter than she’d ever been and finally she could take it no longer and groaned loudly as her body shook with the climax.
His fingers gripped into her ass and he moved his mouth to taste the juices he’d set free. His name came from her lips over and over as his tongue went in and out of her, making the orgasm go on and on.
Steele ran her hands down to run through his hair. He finally had had enough of her and moved up her body, kissing every inch along the way. Heat filled her as she waited semi-patiently for him to be inside her.
It was amazing when they were joined together like that. Two parts of the same person it seemed. Her body formed around his thick cock as he buried himself into her wet depths.
His breath was warm on her neck as he pushed himself into her.
“I will never get tired of how you feel when I first go into you. Hot, wet, and wonderful. I love
you, Baby.”
Somehow every time he told her he loved her it still sent shock waves through her heart. “I love you, Arsen.”
So slowly it almost hurt, he moved inside her. Her stomach clenched with every long, slow stroke. He was making it last this moment with her and she knew it.
It was obvious Arsen was beginning to lose hope he’d get out of the legal mess he was in. He was getting more and more clingy. His hands always on her. As if touching her as much as he could before he was taken away and couldn’t do it anymore.
Even then his fingertips were flowing over her body as he made the slow strokes. His mouth was moving over her throat, teeth grazing her flesh. He was being more gentle than normal, more into the moment than he’d ever been.
Her hands ran over the tight muscles of his back and she found herself needing to feel him like he was feeling her. Making it last, taking him all in.
He could be taken from her at any moment and she was beginning to feel she needed to touch him all she could too. They may only have a small time left before the walls came crumbling down, breaking them in the process.
His hand moved back up her side and he leaned back and looked at her as he took her breast in his hand. His dark eyes were soft and filled with emotion. “You are a rare find, Miss Gannon.”
She smiled and traced his top lip with her finger. “As are you, Mr. Sloan.”
He kissed her fingertip. “I could look at this face forever.”
A tear escaped as she wanted to look at his forever, but she knew it might not happen for them. “With luck, you will.”
He kissed her cheek where the tear had fallen. His lips moved over her cheek as he said, “No tears, Baby. There is only you and me and right now. Let the future go for now. We don’t have any guarantees anyway.”
Her hands ran up to take his cheeks between them. She pulled his mouth to hers and tasted him with a deep kiss. She wanted that kiss to last forever.
Their tongues moved in unison with the others. Making sweet love to each other’s mouths while the bottom part of their bodies did the same. Every part of them seemed to be touching, moving against the others.
Every deep, slow stroke had his body moving slowly over her clit and she was beginning to feel the intensity from it. She arched up to get him to grind into her more.
Little eruptions were beginning to occur inside her. She tried to hold them back, but they just kept going and building until her body was shivering with the need to let it all go.
He pulled his mouth from hers and looked into her eyes.
“Do it, Baby. Come all over me.”
She grabbed his biceps and held them as she did as he told her. He kept moving slowly inside her, making it go on and on. He stopped and let her catch her breath. Then started up again.
With a smile he said, “How many times you want to come for me tonight?”
Her hand moved over his meticulously kept beard. “As many times as you want me to.”
He kissed her again, soft and slow like a fine wine, he was taking his sweet time with her. She felt adored by him.
A knock came at the bedroom door, taking her out of her memory and she sat up. “I’ll be out in a minute. Nearly done changing.”
She shook her head and climbed off the big bed she shared with Arsen. She looked back at it and found a tear rolling down her cheek.
If he was with someone else, she would never trust a man again. If a man could be that sweet, intimate, and loving, and still mess around, then she wanted no part of them.
* * *
A part of her was worried about that so much because he didn’t seem to even want with her what he’d done with all the other women he’d had sex with. The detective had struck at one of her major insecurities where Arsen was concerned.
His need to dominate, control, and physically test his partners. He didn’t do that with her and she knew it. He was gentle with her and listened to her. Catered to her instead of having her cater to his every little need like he made the others do.
Arsen didn’t treat her like the rest and that scared her. Did he go off with someone who he could be himself with? Was he unable to be who he was with her for some strange reason and need that control more than he or she even realized?
She pulled on a soft pair of jeans and a white lace shirt and her favorite boots then went out to face the detective and her shitty ways once again. Steele just hoped the man she loved would come home soon with a great explanation of where he’d been.
Steele found Paul and the detective looking over some papers as they sat next to each other on one of the sofas. Fontaine looked up as Steele entered the room.
* * *
“I called in the plates and should know something soon about that. I also got the autopsy reports out of my car while I was down there. Paul and I were discussing the fact that, though small, all three women have higher levels of succinic acids and choline in their systems.”
Paul added, “I told her about the fact a drug used in anesthesia is called succinylcholine and could’ve been the real killer of these women.”
Steele sat and listened as the detective said, “I think Anne Sinclair is the one who did the crimes or had them done. She has information she shouldn’t have about their deaths. You see, I made a call just to be positive. There are only two people who work there and are privy to this information. Both have worked with the department for many years and are very trustworthy individuals.”
“If Anne lied about having an insider,” Steele said. “Anne could’ve done it. She didn’t take Arsen’s leaving well at all. She left scars on his back from the beatings she gave him as she tried to reign him back in when he was through with her. Her way of domination was more than he could take.”
The detective frowned.
“It’s hard to think of that man as anyone’s submissive partner. He’s all man.”
Steele looked at her.
“He is. That’s how fucking bad Anne Sinclair is. Now, what are you going to do with that warrant now?”
The detective picked it up from the coffee table and tore it in half.
* * *
“This investigation is going in another direction as of right now. Anne Sinclair has moved to our main person of interest. I’m not saying Arsen is off the hook, but I think we’ve been sent in his direction so she can get some revenge on the man she loved to control so much.”
Steele let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
Finally!
* * *
She wanted Arsen to be there so damn bad so she could hug him and let him know it was all going to be alright. It was almost over. But he wasn’t there.
The fact was Arsen and Gwen were missing and Steele was helpless to do anything about any of it.
“So, what are we going to do about finding Arsen and Gwen?”
The detective frowned.
“Look, Arsen can’t officially be called missing yet. I know I’ve been messing with you, but the fact is he could really be fucking around right now. While hurtful, it’s no crime, Steele.”
“So you aren’t going to send out an APB for that car?” Steele asked. “Because I think you should do that.”
Fontaine shook her head, making her long, blonde hair fall around her shoulders. Steele noticed Paul looking at her with a little gaze in his eyes as she said, “I can’t yet.”
Steele stood up and paced.
“This is a lot of crap! Why do your hands have to be so tied?”
“It’s the law,” she answered. “You should know that, Miss Law Student! Sit down! You're annoying me.”
Steele looked at the tall woman with her too promiscuous clothing for a cop and asked as she gestured to the woman, “You don’t dress like any cop I’ve ever seen. What’s up with this?”
* * *
Paul looked at Fontaine too as if he was interested in knowing as well. The detective ran her hands over her low cut white blouse which was tucked into a tight, red skirt
paired with red heels.
“If you must know, I was a model. I don’t like to look like a cop. I like to look like a model. Okay?”
Paul nodded.
“No wonder you’re so beautiful.”
Steele rolled her eyes.
“Good God!”
The detective smiled at Paul and ran a hand over his cheek.
“Thank you, Paul.”
“You're welcome.” He looked at Steele. “What? I like tough as nails women.”
* * *
Steele plopped back down on the sofa and shook her head.
“Anyway, back to what’s important. What can Paul and I do since we don’t have to obey all your little timelines and shit like that? I mean can we go look for that car?”
With a shrug of her shoulders, she said, “Once we get the name of who it’s registered to, I suppose you could see if you could find the person through the internet and who am I to say you can’t go looking for your boyfriend?”
“Then that’s what we’ll do! Finally, a break,” Steele said as she sat back. “Now if that damn information would get to you, we could get busy finding my man. I can’t wait to give him the good news.”
Her eyes darted up to Paul as he said.
“So, Fontaine, how about dinner tonight?”
Steele rolled her eyes and looked away. She didn’t want to witness the devastation the bitch detective was about to pull down on the poor guy.
* * *
“How sweet,” she heard the woman say in a high pitched voice. She looked back to find the detective’s hand running yet again over Paul’s face. “How about you shave though, before we go? I love the way you look all clean shaven and your hair pulled back.”
“I’ll go do that now.” He jumped up then hesitated as if thinking about doing something. Then he reached out and took Fontaine by the hand and pulled her up.
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