"Really? This place even has fake analysis records?" she asked, staring down at the pages inside the folder.
"Yes. So it seems. They are very accurate in their presentation around here, I'm finding out."
"Scarily so," she quipped and walked to the door. "Looks like it's show time. Too bad none of this is admissible."
"Then why do it here and not just arrest her?" Jason asked before she pulled the door closed.
"Because I don't really have any evidence against her. It's only an intuitive feeling, and those won't hold up in court."
Jessica closed the observation room door behind her and approached the interrogation room. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. There was something about these situations which always caused a narrowing of her focus. She straightened, pulled the pen off the folder, and pushed the door open.
"Good evening, Cassandra," she said confidently as she entered the interrogation room.
"What the hell is going on here?" Cassandra growled at her.
"Let's have a seat and see if we can straighten this mess out, shall we?" she replied, pointing to the seat across from her as she approached the table on the side closest to the two-way mirror.
"You've kept me in this room forever. You can't do this. I've got rights. This is kidnapping."
Jessica pulled the chair out from under the table and sat down while Cassandra ranted. She opened the folder and stared at the false data sheet on top.
In any other situation she'd be correct, but the general liability waiver for the club covered situations which fell under edge or intensified play. She wasn't working in an official capacity because she had nothing on Cassandra. Jessica knew it was a gray area.
"Sit down so we can straighten this out in no time. Then we can both get on with our evenings," Jessica said coolly.
Cassandra towered over her in an attempt to intimidate.
"I should inform you that there are a half a dozen observers on the other side of the mirror. Continue this behavior, and I'm sure they'd love to take this to the next level with some handcuffs," she said without taking her eyes off the papers in the folder.
Jessica watched Cassandra continue to pace from the periphery of her gaze, but she refused to look up from the papers. Periodically she'd lift the pen and take a note, then lift the folder and sigh at the pages. After more than five minutes, Cassandra pulled out the chair and sat down at the table as she tried to peer at the papers in front of her. On cue, she shut the folder and looked up, shaking her head.
"There have been several incidents at the club recently. According to the security cameras and other evidence, you are the lead suspect in all of it," she said calmly.
Across the table, Cassandra visibly paled.
"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for it. Care to tell me about your connection to St. Kitts?"
"I... I..." she stuttered and stared down at her hands. "I was told to say it to you. That you would know what it meant."
Jessica nodded. "Okay. So there's someone giving you information, who is responsible and involved in these incidents. Why don't you give me a name and we'll clear this all up?"
Cassandra shook her head.
"I understand. With this level of evidence, I don't see anyone else involved. This should be an open and shut case. I'll refer it to another detective in my department. Let me step out and make a couple phone calls to get you transferred down to the station," Jessica said, shifting in her chair in a move to make it look like she would stand.
"Wait."
"Unless you've got something for me, Cassandra, I don't have time to continue to play your games. The club's been collecting video of your movements, and I have a report of your keycard swipes. These place you in several compromised situations. It also violates a number of member rules. With the clientele around here, I can only imagine what they'll do when they hear of a breach this significant."
"It was just supposed to scare them," she whispered, not looking up from the table.
"For what purpose?"
"I don't know. I was... he'll know. I can't."
"Who will know?"
"He's got ears everywhere. Nothing gets past him."
"No one but the Command Center and the people behind the mirror can hear anything."
Cassandra shook her head as tears flowed down her face. Streaks of dark mascara formed black rivers until they dropped off her chin and splattered on the stainless steel table.
"He's always listening. He knows everything," she said, wiping at her face with the back of her hand.
"Here's how I see it, Cassandra. You tell me which one's right. You came into this club to get close to the club owner and worked to scare her by making her think someone else was involved. Or—" She paused. The pieces of the case flew through her. This wasn't making sense. She knew Edmund was involved but couldn't connect Cassandra's involvement. "Someone else put you up to this and is making you do it."
Terror lit up in Cassandra's eyes, and she looked around the room. Without a word she put her hand up and moved it like she was writing on a piece of paper.
Jessica pulled the last page out of the folder. Without taking her gaze off Cassandra, she passed the blank page and pen over to the woman, who was now visibly shaking in her seat.
Cassandra took the paper and pen without a word. She forced her hand to move unevenly across the table, periodically stopping to wipe the tears from her eyes. Jessica tried to read the words upside down but gave up. Pushing the chair back, she stood and paced the small room. She grabbed the folder and opened the door. Jason met her as she stepped out of the room.
"Impressive work, Detective," he said, handing her a bottle of water.
Jessica shook her head in frustration.
"Something's not right. That was too easy," she said, leaning against the wall and taking a long pull of water.
"She's guilty. How hard can it be? It goes like that on TV all the time. Bad guy gets caught, cop pushes, the person confesses."
She sighed. Too many people thought it was that easy. Find the bad guy. Make them sweat a little and poof-confession. Most of the time it was hours, multiple personnel, and a few different techniques to make the suspect crack. That's if you could get them to talk before asking for their lawyer. This one, this one was just too easy.
"Get me a bottle of water for Cassandra."
Jason turned, disappeared into the observation room, and returned with another bottle of water.
"Maybe you're due for an easy one," Jason said with a smile.
"It's not admissible even if it is easy. Ultimately, this is just pretend."
"That's some pretty intense pretend."
Jessica nodded.
"And to think, some people do this for 'fun.'"
She smiled at him and pushed the door open.
At the table, Cassandra fidgeted with the pen. Jessica set the water down on the table beside her, and she pushed the paper toward her in return.
Jessica picked it up and read it. The more she read, the more her brow furrowed. Without a word, she lifted a brow at Cassandra, who returned it with a simple nod.
"Shit," she said and pulled the door open hard.
Ensuring the door shut behind her, she called out to Jason. "Don't you dare take your eyes off of her and don't let her out of that room!"
She wanted to run to Kade's office but knew it would cause too many questions and rumors. With determined dignity, she folded the paper and focused on her destination.
"John, I need you on that boat," Kade said into the phone as Jessica walked into his office.
He held up one finger at the impatient expression he knew she wore.
"She's everything. Whatever it takes to protect her and don't let her out of your sight. She smart, but there are moments she’s irrational."
The silence hung heavy in the room while Kade listened to the conversation. Jessica shifted her weight between her feet. The outfit that was perfect earlier now felt confining.
; "Okay. Whatever it takes. Let me know the minute you are aboard. I owe you one, man," he said with a heavy sigh.
Kade punched the screen of his phone with his thumb and ran his other hand through his hair. He closed his eyes for a long minute, then looked up at her. Pain, frustration, and anger mixed in a cataclysm of emotions on his beautiful face.
"How'd the..." He stopped as soon as she shook her head vehemently no.
"Based on that conversation, I take it I'm missing something. We'll talk about it later, whatever it is. Are you done with everything?"
He nodded as his fists pounded hard against the desk.
"Mr. Kinkaid, you look frustrated. I've only got one question for you," she said with a calm, seductive tone.
"What's the question, Detective?" he asked cautiously. His face registered the hesitation that was clear in his posture.
"Punch or fuck?"
If the situation were less dire, she was sure his answer would be immediate, but the question caused a mass of confusion, and she smiled as she watched him become unbalanced. There were two ways to drop adrenaline fast, for most of the men she'd known in the past. Either they wanted to punch something until it, or they, were dead or they wanted to fuck-hard.
"I don't understand."
"Yes you do. It's a simple question. Do you want to punch something and fight it out or do you want to fuck?"
She wanted to laugh, but the information she'd obtained required him to have a clarity he wasn't likely to get to in his current state.
"Fuck."
"Done. Let's take this back to the apartment over the PR firm. The rules are simple. There aren't any. Sometimes a hard fuck is good for everyone involved," she said, pivoting on her heel and heading out the door.
She’d counted to three when she heard the click of his shoes following in her wake. This was going to go exactly like the vague plan in her head or it was a disaster in the making. Either way, the release would do them both good, and they could get back to work.
Chapter Twenty-Five
He stared at her retreating form. His brain refused to accept what she'd asked, but his entire being followed her of its own accord. As they wound their way through the club, several people tried to stop him, but he waved them off. There were only two things on his mind: first he would fuck the living daylights out of the woman who'd thrown down the gauntlet to him, and second he would do whatever it took to make sure Alexandra was safe. Guilt gnawed at him for his inability to keep Alexandra directly safe, but his cock only wanted to stress relief buried deep inside of Jessica.
When she stopped at the PR firm's door to unlock it, he invaded her space.
"You better have meant what you said back there," he growled against her ear.
"My only concern is if you are up to the challenge," she shot back, pushing the door open, making him stumble forward.
"You are fucking mine," he said as he followed her up the apartment stairs.
She pivoted to face him as he stepped on the last stair.
"Correction, you are mine. Activity does not equal a change in dynamic. If you think it does, then you need to go find a punching bag. Fucking me hard and fast without rules or dynamics to get in the way changes nothing else between us. Are we clear, Mr. Kinkaid?" she said with a glare.
"Crystal, Ma'am," he growled back.
"Good. I know there are condoms and lube in the drawer by the bed."
Without another word, she turned and walked off toward the bedroom. His hand twitched with the desire to wrap itself in her hair as he buried his cock to the hilt. She was right about one thing: the activity didn't change the dynamic, and it also didn't change how much he wanted to fuck her ruthlessly either.
Jessica was working the last clasps of the corset as he entered the room. When it fell away, he gasped at the outline of her breasts pushing against the white fabric. Her fingers worked down the studs of the shirt in a slow, sensually painful pace until he wanted to demand she hurry. Instead, he balled his fists and forced the impatience back down.
Her pert, tight nipples strained against the fabric. His tongue raced across his lips in a Pavlovian response. The torture continued as she worked the front of her tight black pants. Kade closed his eyes briefly to regulate his rising desires. When he opened them, he walked to the bedside table and ripped open the drawer, grabbing a handful of condoms and lube and throwing them on the bed.
Kade turned back to the bed to see Jessica sitting on the edge. The white blouse hung open as it covered her naked form underneath.
"Fuck me, Mr. Kinkaid. Hard," she said, almost inaudibly.
"With pleasure, Ma'am."
He shoved his pants open and ripped off the edge of the condom foil like a savage ready to conquer. In quick order he covered his aching cock, never so glad he'd gone commando. Kade walked over to Jessica, shoving his fingers into her hair until it wound around his fist. He tightened his hand in her hair and growled at her.
Kade nuzzled against her ear and heard her sigh in response. His lips moved softly against her cheek until he found the edge of her mouth. The minute his lips brushed against hers, she opened to him. He dominated the kiss, using the hand in her hair to move her the way he wanted. Against his body, she was petite and small like a prey to his predatory need.
"Bend over the bed. Now," he demanded.
Her body moved before him, the hand in her hair adjusting her like a rein. Kade grabbed the lube bottle and squirted a large drop of lube on his pulsating cock. Then he ran his hand between her pussy lips and groaned at her tight warmth.
"Let me show you what is yours, Ma'am," he growled as he impaled her with his cock.
Her own slickness added to the lube as his cock invaded her. Below him Jessica spread her legs wide, giving him all the permission he needed.
Kade ground his hips against her ass, then reared back and thrust back into her. Over and over he pushed himself harder. He raised his hand and slapped against her ass, leaving his handprint. It was the perfect combination release of fucking and a slap rather than a punch. Heat and pleasure flooded through him until his thoughts were obliterated in animalistic need. Jessica's muscles clamped down on him as she raced toward her own orgasm. Bending his head to her shoulder, he paused his movements to kiss and lick against her skin. Her shoulder moved in rhythm under his lips as her fingers drove her toward her own release.
"Either fuck me or go away." She hissed her frustration.
"Oh, I plan to fuck you until you can't think, Detective. Right after I make you mine, too."
His teeth grazed across her skin as he bit into her shoulder. Under him she let out a scream of agony which turned to pure pleasure as soon as he released her and pumped into her hard once more. He smiled at the red mark he'd made on her shoulder.
"That's it," she encouraged breathlessly.
Kade widened his stance. His head fell forward as he moaned his reply. He fisted his hand in her hair, pulling it back until her body arched toward him. With a hard slap on her ass, he grunted his response as he firmly wrapped his fingers around her hip. He looked down at her body impaled on his hammering cock. She cried out her approval repeatedly as she rubbed her clit in time with him.
The clenching of her pussy told him she was sitting right on the edge of her own orgasm. Kade brutally slapped against her ass and a scream tore from Jessica's throat as she cried out in release. Jessica slammed her body back into his as they both thrust in a desperate rhythm.
Kade focused on his own sweet pleasure as he relentlessly hammered into her. His punishing thrusts slammed into her as his own pleasure sat right on the edge, refusing his need. He moved his hand and ran a thumb across the tight bud of her asshole.
"I want to take you right here too, at some point," he said as his thumb pressed against the tight pucker.
Jessica moaned. "Only if I can return the favor," she hissed as the last licks of her orgasm spread through her.
"Yes, Ma'am."
The words ignited the last v
estiges of Jessica's orgasm and lit the fuse to the next one, sending her pussy into another hard spasm of pleasure. It was all Kade needed to give in to his own demanding pleasure and sent a rush of pleasure exploding through him.
He heard his animalistic growl bounce loudly off the walls as his body jerked and spasmed through every ounce of ecstasy. His breath came in labored pants as he released Jessica's hair and fell forward. Nothing in him wanted to move from the warm embrace of her pussy around his cock. Everything about her was like home. This was what it felt like for everything to be right in the world.
Keeping his thighs pressed into hers, Kade lowered them both to the mattress. His cock twitched as it softened. He wanted nothing more than to stay here, wrapped around her, until he was once again hard. The thought made him smile as he bent his head down and kissed the top of her head. There was so much ahead of them to get done. For the first time in far too long, he felt a unique clarity.
"Better, Mr. Kinkaid?" she asked as she shifted next to him, dislodging his cock from her soaked pussy.
"Much, Detective."
"Then let's get back to work. There are people who need our focus."
Kade wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.
"I'll be right beside you when we are done, Mr. Kinkaid," she said as if to answer his unspoken question.
He held her for a few more minutes before releasing her and sitting up on the edge of the bed.
"We'll figure it out. I only suggested this to release your pent-up frustration and energy. Not angry sex, not make-up sex, more frustrated can I punch a wall without breaking my hand sex," she said, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"You're a unique woman," he replied softly.
"It's more an understanding of men in times of stress," she acknowledged, standing up and walking over to the set of clothes that had been provided to her earlier in the week. She picked out a pair of dress pants and a simple button-down blouse. Kade watched her walk into the bathroom and push the door, but it barely moved.
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