Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
“Let’s get this wrapped up before the holiday, when everything comes to a screeching halt and makes our lives twenty times more complicated.”
“Fine. See you then.”
“You bring the coffee.” Sam ended the call before he could object to her order, which made for a rather satisfying end to a seemingly endless day. She went upstairs, checked on the sleeping twins, kissed them both good night and covered them up. Then she crossed the hall to knock on Scotty’s door.
“Enter.”
“Are you all set?” she asked, noting he had papers spread out on his bed and the Caps game on TV.
“Define ‘all set.’ I still have a tiny bit of math homework to do.”
“Define ‘tiny bit.’”
“Thirty, maybe forty minutes of pure hell.”
“Do I need to send Dad in?”
“Nah, I think I got it, but I’ll send out an emergency text if needed.”
Sam went to him and leaned in to hug him. “In case I forget to tell you every day, you’re my favorite thirteen-year-old boy named Scotty.”
“Gee, thanks.”
She kissed the top of his head. “Love you.”
“Love you, too. Thanks for letting me go with you tonight.”
“If there’s ever something I’m doing and you want to go, just say the word. If there’s no chance of anyone shooting at me, you’re more than welcome wherever I am.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t stay up too late.”
“Night.”
Sam went into her room and shut the door, leaning back against it to release a deep breath. “This was one long-ass, mo-fo day.”
Nick was already in bed, scanning briefing books, his sexy-as-fuck chest on full display.
Inspired by that chest, she started pulling off clothes right where she stood and dropping them on the floor.
He glanced up, saw what she was doing and did a double take. “What is happening?”
“Only good things.”
“I love good things.” He tossed the briefing book on the floor and held out his arms to her when she sashayed across the room, naked as the day she was born, to join him in bed. “And you, my love, are the goodest of good things.”
“Don’t let people hear you say that. You’ll be criticized for poor grammar.”
“No one but you will ever hear that.”
“I love when I get to have you all to myself at the end of the day.”
“I love when you have me all to yourself, too.
She straddled him and came down on top of him as his hands cupped her breasts.
“I have the sexiest wife in the whole world.”
“Yes, you do.”
His laughter did such amazing things to his already sinfully handsome face.
Sitting up, he pulled her in closer and drew her nipple into his mouth.
Sam let her head fall back as she let go of the stressful day and lost herself in the magic they created together.
How she’d ever lived for so many years without him amazed her.
Sinking her hand into his thick hair, she squirmed on top of him, pressing against his hard cock and trying to move things along.
“Patience, love.”
“No patience.”
He grasped her ass and held her in place, taking his time with one breast and then the other, moving back and forth until he had her on the verge of begging.
And then he moved them both and brought her down on his cock, joining their bodies in a moment of utter perfection that kept her addicted to him and this and them.
If they lived forever, she would never get enough of him.
“How do you do this to me every time?” she asked, winding her arms around his neck and holding on tight.
“The same way you do it to me. Every single time.”
“Hold on tight,” he said in the second before he turned them and settled on top of her without losing their intimate connection.
“Smooth move, Mr. VP.”
“You liked that?”
“I like all your moves.” She drew him into a hot, tongue-twisting kiss and then drew back with a groan when her phone rang. “I have to get that.”
“Seriously, Samantha?”
“Seriously, Nicholas. Hold that thought.”
“I’m holding.” He pressed into her to make his point, not that his point needed to be made.
Sam twisted under him to grab her phone off the bedside table. “Holland.”
“Sorry to bother you, Lieutenant,” Carlucci said.
“No bother. I wasn’t doing anything.” She smiled up at Nick, who glared at her and thrust into her again. Sam had to bite her lip to keep from giving away what she’d been doing—and was still doing—when the phone rang. “What’s up?
“When we ran Mandi McLeod’s financials, we found that she made forty-two dollars’ worth of purchases at a hardware store a half mile from her parents’ home on Sunday around two thirty.”
“Hot damn! Good work, Carlucci.”
Nick raised her leg, filled her completely and captured her nipple between his teeth, giving a gentle bite that had her gripping his hair in a tight handful.
“I thought you’d want to know that,” Carlucci said.
“Absolutely. Thanks for the call. I’ll see you first thing.”
“See you then.”
Sam slapped the phone closed and tossed it aside.
Nick smoothed his tongue over her nipple. “Are you back?”
“In case you didn’t notice, I never left.”
“Oh, I noticed. I notice everything about you.” He wrapped his arms around her and picked up the pace, leaving her breathless as he drove them to the finish line in a frenzy of heat and desire so intense, she wondered how she survived it. And it was like that every single time.
Lying in his arms afterward, she breathed in the fresh, clean scent of his skin and loved the tickle of his chest hair against her face. “Thanks for coming tonight. I know it took some doing, but I appreciated it.”
He ran his hand over her back in soothing circles. “I wanted to be there for you, not only to support your new endeavor, but I knew you’d be talking about your dad. I didn’t expect it to be so cathartic to talk about John for the first time in a while.”
“I know he’s never far from your mind.”
“I think of him every day and imagine him mocking me in my mostly useless role of VP. He’d get such a kick out of that.”
“I wouldn’t let him mock you.”
“You wouldn’t be able to stop it. That was our groove. We were always busting each other’s balls about something.”
“Sometimes, I wonder if I would’ve liked him.”
“Only because you investigated his murder, so you know how he lived his life. If you’d met him before that, you would’ve liked him. Everyone did.”
“Hmm, I’ll have to take your word for it. Gonzo looks good, doesn’t he?”
“He does.”
“We’re meeting in the morning about the plea deal,” she said, yawning.
The next thing she knew, her alarm was going off, and Sam woke up in the same place she’d been the night before—wrapped up in Nick’s arms, her head on his chest. Before him, she hadn’t been able to bear being touched while sleeping.
Now, she was most comfortable surrounded by him.
She shut off the alarm and took one second to enjoy him before they had to go their separate ways for another long day.