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Come Into My Parlor
Excerpt from Come Into My Parlor: "Do you really think I would have killed a man like Korvanti and taken the chance on losing all this—freedom? I could never be locked away and lose everything I've worked so hard to get. Korvanti was good, but not that good. Or maybe I should say he was bad, but certainly not worth killing. Not by me." "That's what we're going to find out, Mrs.Willimington. Someone killed Mr. Korvanti and we're going to find out who it was. You were the last one with him, at the very least he might have said something, or you might have seen something you've forgotten." She whirled around to face him and ran a finger along the lapel of his coat. "And you think you can inspire my memory, Detective?" Lots of smiles had passed through his life. But never one that dripped sex the way hers did. Full red, perfectly sculpted lips that he wanted to own, to taste, to see wrapped around his prick, sucking him deep. It was more like the contented cat who'd licked the bowl clean of cream and wanted more. A woman with a voracious appetite for sex. Her scent clung to him, seeming to insulate him from the real world. Is that what happened to all the men she took to her bed? She spun them round and round until they didn't know which end was up and which was down. The problem was that he wasn't sure he really wanted to break free of her sexy spinning. He attempted to fight the desire, to remain noncommittal—to focus on the job he was here to do. "That's what I'm here to find out, ma'am." "Call me Pandora. I hate being so formal, don't you?" She turned away and floated down the steps, her dressing gown caressing the stone, whispering behind her. His hands fisted tightly at his sides, as he fought the waves of arousal trying to take control. She stopped and turned back to look at him. "Come on, Alex. I need some fresh air. I always need to feel the earth beneath my feet and the wind against my skin after a satisfying interlude of hot sex." Her gaze glittered hotly. "And I have been well-fucked, in case you were wondering." A fire raged through him at her words. Her look was one of anticipatory invitation, it peeled away the layers of his self-control and dug deep for his sex—and found it. It was a look that definitely belonged in the bedroom. "Does that answer your question about Arturo, Alex?" She flitted down the path and he raced after her, like a champion stud dog on the scent of his bitch, meaning to bring her to ground. As he was about to catch up with her, she suddenly turned right and dashed toward a large tree in the distance. When she reached it, she whirled around, waiting for him to reach her, her breasts visibly heaving beneath the flimsy silk. The wind whipped at her robe, revealing more of her delectable body to him. The visual image of her surrounded by the elements of a building storm was more than he could turn down. As he watched, she let the silky covering sidle to the ground. "Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs.Willington?" he asked as he reached her beneath the umbrella of the tree. "Pandora," she corrected. "Call me Pandora. It's going to storm any second, Alex, and I love fucking in a storm, surrounded by the elements of nature. I like getting down and dirty." She reached up to push off his raincoat, then she reached for his belt as she rose up to claim his lips.
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