Authors: Gwynne Forster
“This is Detective Crawford. Your prisoner has decided to talk, but only to you. I know it’s Friday, and you’re off, but I need you here. You have to interrogate the guy.”
Mike wanted to shout that the love of his life had just arrived and that he needed to be with her. “Look, man, I’m coming in from the airport with my weekend guest, who just arrived.” He put his hand over the phone and related the problem to Darlene.
“Tell him not to keep you too long, because a warm and loving woman will be waiting for you.”
He told himself to keep it between the lines, turned onto Elvis Presley Boulevard and headed home. “I’ll be there within the next two hours, but I won’t stay a minute beyond seven o’clock. And, buddy, you owe me a big one.” He hung up and said to Darlene, “What do you want to do while I’m at the precinct?”
She rimmed her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Soak in a tub filled with warm bubbles.”
“Darlene!”
“Okay. Okay. I’ll be…uh…waiting for you.”
Desire slammed into him. For every day of the past week, he’d been like a tomcat in an alley full of spayed females, ready to explode and with nothing to satisfy him. And now this!
“Cut me some slack. I definitely did not plan
this.
”
“I know you didn’t, hon. Get home as quickly as you can. If you’re delayed, call me. I brought my cell.”
“We’re having dinner together tonight, no matter what kind of trick the suspect tries to pull.” He opened his front door and stopped himself as he was about to lift her and carry her across the threshold in his arms.
“Come in,” he said softly. “This is where I live.”
She glanced up at him, but avoided eye contact. “Thanks for bringing me to your home, Mike.”
“I’m sorry that you’ll have to explore the place with out me, but I’ve got barely enough time to get to the precinct.”
She reached up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, stirring him in a way that she could not have guessed. “You do what you have to do. I’ll be here when you get home.” She still hadn’t looked him squarely in the face, and as bold as she could be, that didn’t sit well with him.
“What’s wrong, Darlene? What’s the matter? Why can’t you look at me?”
“I’m okay. I guess I’m just having a moment of immaturity.”
He ran his fingers over his hair and shook his head. What had gotten into this normally sassy female? He stepped close and embraced her. “Are you sorry you came here?”
“No. I…I’ve never visited a guy…. I mean, stayed in his house. What’s the protocol?”
He held her close and stroked her back. “Be your normal, wonderful self. If anything happens between us, you’ll be the one to initiate it.”
Her eyes sparkled, and he could see her wickedness overcoming her shyness. “You may be sorry you said that.”
He let the laughter flow out of him, relieving his anxiety, not to speak of the tension. “Don’t bet on it. If
you’re hungry, imagine how starved
I
am. And if you’re not, I know what to dangle in front of you.”
“What do you mean?” This time, she looked him in the face and narrowed her right eye.
“Lettuce, baby. I’m going to keep this little rabbit full of lettuce.”
“Lettuce? Are you rowing with both oars? Oops!” She laughed. “Forget I said that.”
“I never forget. I’ve been called a lot of things, but lettuce?” He glanced at his watch. “I’d better get out of here.” He grasped her right hand, lifted her suitcase and led her up the stairs. “This is your room, Darlene. Stay sweet.”
“You do the same.”
What was she going to do with herself for the next three hours? A plan formed in her mind. She could at least have some fun. She heard the door shut and dialed his cell phone number.
“Raines. Darlene, what is it?”
“The minute you step out of that precinct, before you get in your car, call me on my cell. Okay? Don’t forget. See you later.” “Sure thing.”
A search of his refrigerator revealed nothing of interest. She went into his den, found the telephone book and got busy. Forty-five minutes later she paid one deliveryman for an assortment of delicacies, including crab salad, smoked sturgeon, artichokes, olives, slices of ham, cheeses and Italian bread. She
paid another delivery person for a bottle of Grey Goose vodka, a bottle of dry vermouth and two bottles of white burgundy wine. She made a small ham sandwich and put it on the dining-room table along with a three-ounce glass of V8 juice that she found in the refrigerator. She stored the liquors in the refrigerator, arranged the meats and salads on a tray and placed them in the refrigerator. The bread and cheeses were left on a counter in the kitchen.
“I’m going to see what this brother is made of,” she said to herself, took a tablet of paper from his desk and got busy. With her plans under control, she filled the tub in the bathroom with warm water and crystals the scent of which matched her perfume. Then she stripped and got in the tub. She’d never felt so wicked and downright decadent, and she luxuriated in the sinful feeling that the bath and her plans gave her.
Mike did his best with the job at hand, but as he probed the suspect for information, he could barely concentrate on the interrogation, for his thoughts were on what awaited him at home. And little did he know. At a quarter of seven, he left the precinct and gave silent thanks that he remembered to call Darlene.
“Hi, I’m sorry I had to leave you, but I’ll see you in twenty minutes.”
“Make it a short one,” she said.
He managed to drive home without having an accident or getting a speeding ticket. “What’s this?”
He stared at the large sign taped to the wall beside the foyer closet.
“FOLLOW THESE INSTRUCTIONS PRECISELY, AND YOU WILL BE A HAPPY MAN. Number one. Eat the small sandwich and drink the tomato juice on the dining-room table.” Anxious for all the happiness he could get, he ate the sandwich and drank the juice. Beside the plate, he saw a folded piece of paper.
“Number two. Take off all your clothes and enjoy a nice warm shower. Then slip on your lovely gray cashmere robe.”
Enjoying the game, he looked around for the next note and found it taped to the back of the bathroom door. Feeling warm and relaxed after the shower, he slipped on the robe and opened his next instruction.
“Number three. Go to your den, sit down and have a nice, soothing drink. No need to put on your shoes.” He told his libido to take a nap.
He sat down at his desk, looked at the martini and grinned. She’d made certain that it would be cold, for she’d nestled it in a bowl of ice. He sipped it slowly, savoring it as one would any fine drink. “If she doesn’t finish this game soon,” he said aloud, “I’ll be out of my mind and ready to explode.”
He finished the drink and lifted the envelope beside it. “Don’t open this until you’ve finished your drink and you’re feeling mellow,” the envelope said.
He was mellow, all right. With shaky fingers, he slit it open and read. “I’m in my room. Don’t bother to knock.” Desire slammed into him, and, try though
he did to stave it off, his erection came swift, full and hard. After making certain that his robe was securely fastened, he strode the few paces to her room and was about to knock, when he remembered not to spoil the fun. He stepped in and gasped. She lay on the bed in what looked to him like a red jersey jumpsuit that was open almost to her navel. He saw the sides of her breasts, and liquid accumulated in his mouth. Speechless, he could only stare.
“Come here,” she said, turning so that he saw most of one globe except the nipple.
He stumbled to the edge of the bed. For once, he had a willing woman in bed and was forced to wait for her move. “Come closer,” she said, and when he leaned toward her, she reached out and fondled him.
“Hmm. Some goodies for me.” She half whispered it. He bent forward to kiss her, and she turned so that her nipple glistened inches from his hungry mouth. She cupped it with both hands. “It’s been itching ever since you called me. Don’t you plan to drop that robe?”
He let it fall to the floor, pulled her up to him and claimed what she wanted him to have, fastened his lips on that turgid nipple and suckled voraciously. Sweet. She tasted so sweet. He slid his right hand down to her belly and got no farther, for her soft hands began to stroke and squeeze him, gently scratching his testicles.
“Let me taste,” she said, then slipped down and sucked him into her mouth.
“Oh, my,” he moaned. “Stop it! Stop it or I’ll lose it.”
“Sorry,” she said, falling over on her back and licking
her lips. “You were taking so long. I thought I’d help you out.”
“Yeah. I’ll bet,” he said, fighting to get his breath.
From the expression on his face, she wondered if she should grab her shoes and run. He had the look of a starved man who saw food within reach. Her panic must have shown on her face, for he pulled her to him with great care, as if he thought her fragile.
“Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. I love you as you are. All you’ve done is whet my appetite. Kiss me. I need to know you care.”
She parted her lips, pulled his tongue into her mouth and sucked. His hands moved over her body, hot, possessive and wild. When she felt his hard, hot sex against her thigh, her body shifted to him, and she could almost feel her blood begin its race to her loins. His lips teased her neck, and his tongue swirled in her ear.
She began to squirm. “You know what I want, and you won’t give it to me.”
“What? Tell me. I’ll do anything you want. Anything! Tell me.” She grabbed his thigh in an effort to pull him on top of her, but he didn’t budge. His hands skimmed the inside of her thighs until she trapped them. “What do you want, baby?”
“I want… I want my nipple in your mouth.”
He sucked on her nipple, pulling, teasing it with the tip of his tongue until the pulsating began in her vagina. “Is it good? Do you like it?” he asked, kissing his way
down to her belly, where he lingered long enough to make her hips sway.
“Honey, please. You’re playing with me. I want you to get into me.”
“I will. Give yourself to me. Let me have you the way I want you.” He spread her legs and rubbed her clitoris until she began to thrash, moving her head from side to side. Why couldn’t it come? She wanted it so badly. “Mike. Honey, I’ll die if I don’t have it. Please get in me.”
He raised her knees, bent to her and let her feel the thrust of his tongue. She screamed from the pleasure of it. And then he began to suck, nip and kiss alternately, bringing her to the brink and then letting the feeling go, until she thought she’d go mad.
“Get in me, Mike. Honey, I can’t stand it.”
He kissed his way up her body, and when he lay above her, looking down into her face, he smiled, electrifying her. She reached down, took his penis into her hands, raised her hips and felt him sink into her.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” she said as he began to move.
“Come with me, baby,” he said, and she knew it wouldn’t last long. He unleashed his power, giving it to her in short, hard thrusts, and, immediately, the swell of heat began at the bottom of her feet.
“Don’t strain for it, baby,” he whispered. “We can’t miss.”
He put an arm beneath her hips, his other one around her shoulder, and began to storm within her, sending waves of sensation crashing through her vagina. She
heard herself moan in frustration. Her thighs quivered out of control, and the swell settled in her vagina, pumping and squeezing until she cried aloud.
“Honey, help me. I…I’m dying. Oh, Mike. I love you. I love you so!”
Her vagina trapped him, squeezing and clutching him. “You’re mine. Mine. Only mine,” he cried out and fell into her arms.
She threw her arms wide, totally spent and happier than she’d ever been in her life. After about ten minutes during which she felt lifeless, she managed to lock her arms around him and squeeze him to her.
“Mike, please don’t let me wake up and find that I’ve been dreaming.”
“You aren’t. This is us, sweetheart. You and me. And if we stay true to what we feel, nothing can ever separate us.” He levered himself on his elbows, gazed down at her and grinned. “You did one hell of a job on me, woman. By the time I got to you, I was so fired up that I thought I was going to disappoint both of us. How’d you ever think up that scenario?”
“I was wondering what I’d do for almost four hours. Then I asked myself what I could do to make certain that you didn’t take me to visit Boyd, then to a long, drawn-out dinner and finally bring me home and act the perfect gentleman, leaving it to me to make the first move. I figured that if it was up to me, I’d better leave no stone unturned.”
“It was a clever scheme, and I enjoyed every second of it. I know you have a wicked streak that is always
close to the surface, but this was more creative than devilish. Where’d you get the liquor and wine?”
“I found a telephone directory and had it delivered.”
“I sure hope you ordered more than one ham sandwich.”
“I did. Would you hand me that red robe in the closet.”
“You mean you’re planning to hide this perfect body from me?” His hands caressed her buttocks. “I didn’t get a good look.”
“You were doing what you had to do, and trust me, love, you did it expertly,” she said.
He rolled out of the bed and strode proudly naked to the closet. “Keep talking to me like this, and I’ll have such a big head that you won’t be able to stand me.”
“Not to worry. I’d help you keep your feet on the ground.”
“Sure. Every woman knows how to do that,” he said, helping her into the robe.
She didn’t like his tone when he said it. “I don’t want to get into anything that’s unpleasant. I’m happy, and I want to stay that way. Let’s go to the kitchen, so I can feed you.” The two of them headed downstairs.
“Feed me what? There’s nothing here except something for breakfast. I thought we’d eat out.”
She put a finger to his lips. “Shh. I always heard that a man won’t make love when he’s hungry, and that afterward, he wants to eat. Set the table in the kitchen, and we can eat in ten minutes.” She put the tray of
food and the cheese on the table, sliced the bread and looked around for glasses. “There’s a bottle of wine and a pitcher of martinis in the refrigerator,” she told him and sat down.