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by Fiona Davenport


  “It almost sounds like the plot to a movie,” I murmured. “An innocent man facing the death penalty—”

  “Except we aren’t sure if the DA is going to go for the death penalty or not,” Natalie interjected.

  I waved her comment off and continued on my roll. “A beautiful girl cut down in her youth who stumbled across something suspicious while at work for a dirty, multi-national conglomerate.”

  The only thing missing was the brilliant, former (mostly anyway) hacktivist who could get the information to help save the innocent client.

  “Only it’s not a movie,” Natalie objected with a frown. “Real people’s lives are at stake and we have no idea whether Sheffield Oil & Gas is really dirty. Not to mention the possibility that her murder had nothing to do with her phone call, at all.”

  She was right, this was so much more than a silly movie. And without someone who had the ability to get to the bottom of what had really happened, an innocent man could die. I had the skills necessary and I was damn good at what I did. Isaac needed help and I made up my mind right then, he was going to get it—whether he wanted it or not.

  Chapter 2

  Isaac

  “Without knowing why Whitney was killed, proving your innocence is going to be incredibly difficult, Mark.” I tapped my pen on the folder in front of me as I replayed the last thirty minutes in my head. My client, Mark, sat across from me, his expression bleak. I couldn’t begin to imagine what he was feeling right then. Dealing with your grief over losing the one you love, only to be accused of murdering her on top of it.

  I couldn’t let the thought of something happening to my wife leak into my mind or I would lose my shit. But, he’d been holding up pretty well and I admired his strength.

  At his arraignment earlier in the day, the DA had filed charges for second degree murder. They were making it out to be a crime of passion. Evidence was presented that had records of hotel charges, blocked numbers calling her cell phone, and a purchase from earlier that day of two plane tickets to Tahiti. They’d set his bail and our bondsman paid it, then we headed to my office. I’d been grilling him for hours and I still felt like we were nowhere.

  I opened the file once again and scanned his statement. We’d gone over the night in question numerous times, but there didn’t seem to be any clues beyond what the DA had entered in to evidence, as to why his fiancée had been murdered. Her frantic phone call to him earlier that night was too vague to be of any help. Her brief mention of work was all we had to go on. But, why in the world would a large company like SO&G have anything to do with the death of an employee so low on the totem pole? They employed hundreds of workers, what could have possibly made her stand out?

  Sighing, I uncapped my pen and prepared to take more notes. Before we got back to her work, I needed to cover all of my bases. “I have to ask, Mark. Were you guys having any problems at all? Were there any public spats, anything that could look like motive?”

  “Whitney and I were best friends and when things got tough, we relied on each other to make it better. So, the more likely scenario is that someone would have seen her upset and being comforted by me. We rarely had disagreements and when we did, we kept them private.”

  I nodded, accepting his response because I could definitely relate. But, I jotted down some reminders for jury selection. We were going to have to be very careful to try to avoid divorced women. Not all of them would be bitter and less accepting of Whitney and Mark’s happy relationship, but I wasn’t willing to risk the likely percentage that would.

  “What about the plane tickets and other evidence?” I felt a twinge of sympathy for having to dig into this while he was dealing with everything else. But, I had to know everything so I didn’t get blindsided in court and we could figure out what the fuck really happened.

  “I honestly don’t know, Isaac.” Mark’s tone was gaining in pitch and I could tell he was close to breaking. “Those things just don’t sound like her. I’m telling you,” he pleaded. “We were happy!”

  Following my gut instinct on his mental and emotional state, I moved on from their relationship for the time being. “Tell me more about her and what things were like over the last few weeks.”

  Mark rubbed his temples tiredly, but began talking. Whitney had been an accountant for Sheffield Oil & Gas for the last three years. She’d loved her job and co-workers.

  “Did she seem more stressed than usual about work lately?”

  “We were getting married in less than two weeks, Isaac. She was over-stressed about everything,” he said impatiently.

  I leaned towards him, my voice pitched low and deadly serious. “Mark, every little detail is important, you never know what will come of it. If you want me to keep your ass out of jail, you need to calm down and analyze Whitney’s last days with a fucking microscope. Clearly, by the message she left, some of her anxiety wasn’t wedding related.”

  He watched me silently for a moment and I could practically see the wheels turning in his head. “A few weeks ago, Whitney mentioned that she’d come across an irregularity at work. It was in passing when I asked about her day and she didn’t elaborate.” His gaze dropped to the table and his finger traced the patterns in the wood.

  “Was she upset about it?” I probed.

  “Not really, she seemed more curious than anything, but I didn’t think much about it since she didn’t bring it up again.”

  I filed that away and encouraged him to keep talking. After a while, I looked at my watch and realized we’d been at it for another two hours. It was a quarter to seven and I was itching to get home to my wife. This case had me on edge and I hadn’t seen her for most of the day.

  “Let’s pack it in for the night. Keep thinking, make notes of anything you come up with, no matter how innocuous it might seem,” I instructed him. “I’ll get started on a few things and brief my team on our defense strategy.” Not that we have much of one right now. I kept that thought to myself. “I want you to meet with my second chair tomorrow so we have a fresh set of eyes and ears looking things over. She may hear something in your story that I missed.”

  After walking him out, I grabbed my stuff and hurried down to the parking garage. The drive to our home in Clarksville, Maryland was around forty minutes in decent traffic, but I made it in twenty. Party due to my Audi A8, but mostly because I missed my wife and knowing she’s waiting there for me was motivation for a lot of things, least of all breaking speeding laws.

  At the gates to our property I hit the remote and they silently swung open, admitting me. I made sure they were completely shut behind me before going on down the driveway. I parked the car in front of the garage, too impatient to pull in, even though I knew it drove Eden crazy when I’d do it. But, if my car was blocking her exit, all the better.

  “Sunshine?” I called out the moment I opened the door. The sound of small feet thumping on the floor at a fast clip made my face split into an enormous grin.

  I shut the door and dropped my briefcase just in time for Eden to come barreling around the corner and jump straight into my arms. Her legs circled my waist, and her mouth pressed against mine. Over a year married to her and I still got lost in her kisses. I took over quickly, my tongue breaching her lips, devouring her sweet taste.

  When she pulled back, I chased her mouth and stole another kiss. But, she eventually began trying to wiggle her way out of my embrace.

  “Baby, all your squirming isn’t going to convince me to put you down, it’s going to get you fucked right here on the floor,” I growled. Her pussy was lined up with my groin and my hardening cock quickly eradicated any space in between.

  “Later. I made dinner,” she pouted. Her plump little lips in that fucking adorable pucker were only making the situation in my pants worse. But, her words caught me off guard.

  “You cooked?” I asked suspiciously. I loved my wife more than my own life, but eating her cooking was tantamount to risking said life.

  She rolled her eyes and j
umped down from my arms, prompting me to scowl at her. “No, scaredy cat. I ordered it and heated it in the oven.”

  My stomach chose that moment to growl, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. Eden laughed at my sheepish expression and grabbed my hand, towing me behind her as she made her way to the kitchen.

  The food smelled amazing, and she got me settled at the table before bringing it over.

  “I had lunch with Natalie today,” she said casually.

  I almost choked on my first bite. Shit. I forgot to tell Natalie not to mention the case to Eden. I didn’t want her worrying. Maybe Natalie hadn’t told her. “That’s great,” I responded cautiously. “Did you have fun?”

  Her face fell for a half a second before she wiped it away and smiled brightly. My stomach clenched, I knew exactly what had crossed her mind and it killed me. Eden and I had both wanted to start our family right away. I had a stabbing pain in my heart from the ache of wanting, but watching her pain was worse than anything. Knowing there wasn’t anything I could do to take it away. Lunch with her pregnant best friend was a bittersweet activity.

  “It was enlightening,” she murmured, drawing my attention back to the conversation. “She told me about your new case.”

  Fucking hell.

  “It’s going to be a tough one, but I don’t want you to worry. I can handle it,” I assured her in a soothing tone.

  Eden rolled her eyes. “Well then, I won’t worry my pretty little head over you,” she cooed in a sugary voice. I raised an eyebrow at her little act and her pretense faded into a fierce frown.

  “I know you can take care of your arrogant self, Isaac,” she snapped. “Now eat the dinner I slaved over and tell me about the case.”

  I debated my options and ultimately decided to fill her in on some of it, rather than deal with her anger at being left in the dark. My girl could be a little hellcat when she wanted something. It was sexy as hell and more than a little irritating.

  While we ate, I gave her the basics and she listened intently without comment. When I was done, I watched her thoughtful face warily as I continued to polish off my meal.

  Finally, she pushed her plate away and sat back in her chair, folding her arms under her breasts. With my belly full, her luscious tits on display reminded me that I had another full body part.

  “It sounds like you need someone to look into the fiancée’s credit card and phone records,” she mused quietly.

  “I already put in a request to subpoena all of those files and records,” I answered distractedly as I got up from my seat and prowled towards her.

  “Sure, but what if the records are fake? You need someone to dig deep and find out if everything is legitimate.”

  Leaning down, I unfolded her arms and tugged her up onto her feet. Her words penetrated my lustful fog for a moment and I glared down at her. “Under no circumstances are you to involve yourself in this case, Eden,” I snarled as I dragged her body flush against mine. “Besides, anything you found without a subpoena wouldn’t be permissible in court.”

  “It would be almost impossible to prove they’d been hacked anyway,” she said stubbornly. “But, I could point you in a direction if I can trace them, assuming all this evidence is bogus, of course. Maybe it will prove that she really was seeing someone on the side.”

  She tapped her finger over her pink lips a few times and I dreaded whatever she was going to say next. I didn’t want her thinking about this case. She would just continue to come up with ideas on how she could help and while I appreciated my wife’s intelligence and amazing abilities, I didn’t want her in danger. We didn’t know who or what was involved with this case.

  “You definitely need to get your hands on the files the fiancée was working on too.”

  Fuck. I needed to distract her. I plunged my hands into her hair and ravished her mouth in a deep, soul-stealing kiss.

  Chapter 3

  Eden

  One minute, Isaac and I were in a heated discussion about his newest case, and the next, I found myself spread out on our kitchen table with my pants yanked down and my panties ripped from my body. My legs were spread wide open as he feasted on me with more hunger than he had shown during dinner—and he’d been famished since he’d skipped lunch.

  With his shoulders wedged between my thighs and his head bent low, he devoured me. His tongue and fingers brought me to the brink before I even knew what hit me. “So fucking good,” he grunted as his tongue swept up and swirled around my clit. “Give it to me, Sunshine. Come all over my face before you climb on my lap and ride me.”

  The sight of his dark head between my legs, his gray eyes burning into mine as he looked up and told me to come—they all added to the desire curling inside me. Higher and higher I flew, until the tension building inside me exploded with another thrust of his fingers and the sting of his teeth as he sucked my clit into his mouth and bit down gently. My toes curled and my muscles clenched tight as my orgasm raced through me. The release was mind-blowing, but it wasn’t enough. It never was, not until I felt Isaac inside me. He could make me come a dozen times like this, and I’d still be begging for more.

  “I need you.”

  He settled back on the chair, his legs sprawled in front of him. His hard length tented the front of his pants and the lower half of his face glistened with the proof of my arousal. “I’m yours for the taking, Eden. Always have been. And I always will be.”

  Eager to feel him inside me, I quickly removed my shirt and bra, dropping them on the floor as I crawled off the table. Leaning down between his legs, I undid his belt and slid the button out of its loop with one hand as I lowered the zipper with the other. Oh so slowly, I tugged his pants down the rounded curve of his muscled ass, taking his boxers with them. Then I pulled them past his knees, until the material pooled at his feet and he kicked them off. Naked only from the waist down, still in his dress shirt and tie, with his hair mussed and his eyes lit with hunger, he looked like a sex god as he lounged in our kitchen and stroked his swollen cock.

  “If I’d known getting nabbed by the FBI would have brought me you, I would’ve done it sooner,” I murmured, lowering my head to twirl my tongue around the darkened head, shiny with precome. I moaned as the taste of him exploded across my tongue. “It’s hard to believe the scariest day of my life was also the luckiest.”

  A deep growl rumbled up his throat, drawing my attention upward, away from his gorgeous cock and back to his face. The narrowing of his eyes warned me that he didn’t like the reminder of where I’d been when we’d first met. I wasn’t a big fan of that interrogation room either, but I’d brave it again for Isaac. I’d conquer anything at all to keep this man at my side. He was mine, just as I was his.

  “Wrap those sweet lips around me and show me exactly how lucky you think you are, Sunshine.”

  Settling myself on my knees between his legs, I dipped my head lower and darted my tongue out to capture the drops of precome which had replaced the ones I’d already licked away. Then I flicked my tongue along his cock, feeling it pulse against my tongue as I traced down his length and back up again until the tip was pressed against my lips.

  His hips thrust upwards and his length slid between my parted lips. I sucked him deep down, almost to my throat.

  “Fuck!” he hissed above me, his fingers tangled in my hair. “I’m not going to last long.”

  He meant it as a warning, but I took it like a challenge. I hummed my excitement around his cock, knowing the vibrations would drive him wild. I kept my tongue swirling as I worked my mouth on his shaft, bobbing up and down. He moaned, and his hands slid to the sides of my head, holding me in place while he fucked my mouth.

  “Look up at me, Eden. I want those beautiful blue eyes on me while you suck me.”

  Helpless to do anything but give him what he wanted, my gaze locked with his while I increased the pressure of the hold my mouth had on him. He tilted my head back as his cock slid in and out with each thrust. When my teeth gra
zed his sensitive length as he pulled out, he shuddered before plunging forward again and sinking deep before I felt him jerk. It was the only warning I got before the heat of his come spurted down my throat. He tried to pull back, but I dug my nails into his ass and kept him inside my mouth until he was done.

  Rising to my feet, I took one step away from him before his hands gripped my hips and he lifted me up until I straddled his lap. “I’m not done with you yet, my Eden.”

  “You just came in my mouth,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around his cock. “But you’re still hard as a rock.”

  “What can I say?” he breathed against my skin as he traced around my nipple with his tongue. “My gorgeous, wife needs to be fucked, and I aim to please her in every way possible.”

  And please me he did—over and over again. First on the chair, with me clutching his wide shoulders while I rode him to my climax. Then again on the stairs before we made it to our bedroom. Plus, there was the sweet and tender loving he gave me when we both woke up before his alarm went off.

  “Morning,” I breathed as I sidled up next to him at the kitchen counter, lifting a mug of coffee to my lips, and sighing happily when I gulped it down. “Ahh, just the way I like it.”

  “As if I’d ever give it to you any other way.” Isaac flashed me a smirk as he slid a plate of fluffy scrambled eggs, bacon, and lightly buttered toast in front of me. “I know what my Sunshine likes. My only sunshine.”

  “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

  “Not since we got out of bed,” he murmured against my lips before claiming them in a deep kiss. “Although, I’m still not sure why you’re up and dressed so early in the morning.”

  “About that,” I mumbled after shoveling some eggs into my mouth and swallowing them down in an effort to buy myself some time while I figured out how to word what I needed to tell him. “I have an appointment downtown.”

 

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