Denver raised an eyebrow. “Thing?” she said coolly.
“Y’know what I mean.”
“The problem is, ” Denver said, desperately searching for a suitable excuse. “I’m moving over to the drug unit next week, so there’s a ton of stuff I feel I should research.”
“You’ll bring your laptop, that way you can do all the research you want. It’s a fourty-eight hour trip, sweetheart. I’m calling for the plane.”
She hated it when Bobby said things like – “I’m calling for the plane.” It was so elitist, so exactly who she wasn’t. Some girls might get off on all the luxury, but private planes, lavish parties, and hanging with Bobby’s illustrious family was not for her. Plus she wasn’t that fond of Vegas, and she hadn’t told Bobby – but she hated spending time at his ultra happening club, Mood. She especially hated the way women fawned all over him, and flirted outrageously, ignoring her as if she didn’t even exist.
The truth was that she loved Bobby. But she didn’t love the trappings that came with him.
Bobby stretched again and yawned. “Whaddya say?”
“I say I’ll think about it.”
“Sounds good,” he said, reaching up to pull her down on the couch beside him.
She acquiesced. It was early evening and they had no plans, so what was wrong with relaxing for the moment?
They’d been seeing each other on and off for the past three months. The on was when Bobby was in L.A. The off was when he had to spend time at his two clubs. Mood in Vegas, and Mood in New York. The on was the best of times. The off was missing him and wondering what he was doing, and trying to have some decent phone sex which left them both in a hysterical state of laughter.
Neither of them had uttered the L word. Although they had conducted the talk about being exclusive.
Both of them were wary about getting too involved. Secretly they couldn’t wait. But playing it semi-cool seemed to be the name of the game they were currently into.
Bobby began stroking her hair. Denver felt good about her hair, it was long and thick, chestnut brown with natural golden highlights. She knew that her hair was one of her best assets, along with her widely spaced hazel eyes and full lips. If she lived in any other big city she’d be considered a ten. In L.A. she felt she barely made it as a seven.
She was wrong.
Bobby’s hands moved down to her breasts, and with a quick move under her t-shirt he released her bra and began playing with her nipples. Oh yes, unusual for L.A., her breasts were actually real.
Sighing with anticipation, she leaned into him. It made no difference that they’d already made love in the morning. Desire was desire, and they were both in the mood.
Sometimes she couldn’t help wondering how long it would last. Her previous serious boyfriend, Josh, had been a pretty decent lover for the first six months of their three-year relationship, then after that it was a total slump.
“What’re you thinking?” Bobby whispered in her ear, giving her a little tongue action at the same time.
“That’s such a girly question,” she murmured, fiddling with the zipper on his jeans.
“You calling me a girl?” he asked, mock serious.
“You do have some female tendencies,” she teased.
“Like what?” he responded, challenging her to come up with something.
“Oh,” she said vaguely, dragging his jeans down, delighted to find that he wasn’t wearing underwear. “You have soft lips…”
“All the better to kiss you with… ” And with one swift movement he flipped her so she was trapped beneath him. “Soft lips and a hard cock,” he joked. “How female is that?”
“Bobby!” she exclaimed.
Then the banter stopped and the passion began. He had a way of making love to her that forced her to lose every inhibition she’d ever possessed. One moment he was slowly caressing her, the next he was all hard driving action. The combination drove her nuts. She wanted more and more and more…
After it was over, they were spent, wrapped up in each other’s arms, sleepy and content.
Denver often wished that those precious times would last forever. Just the two of them. No outside world to interfere.
But the outside world was a big presence, and they both lived in it. Tomorrow Bobby was driving to Vegas before flying to New York for a few meetings. And she had her job as a Deputy D.A. to attend to, which right now was especially exciting and challenging since she was transferring to the drug unit. Once more they would be separated.
The good news was that she loved her job. It was extremely grueling work, but the end results were incredibly rewarding. She was so glad she’d changed tracks. From working at a high-powered law firm as a defense attorney, she’d scored a job as a Deputy D.A. prosecuting people, and she was thrilled with the switch. Why defend the probably guilty (One of her high-profile cases was a movie star who’d arranged his wife’s murder – then walked. He was the catalyst for her change of plan.) when she could be doing meaningful work – such as putting the bad guys behind bars? How rewarding to go after the dregs who distributed drugs and got kids hooked at an early age. Talk about job satisfaction!
“Hey,” Bobby said, “wanna catch a movie and grab a pizza?”
Yes, that’s exactly what she wanted to do. Normal activities with her man.
If only things could stay that way.
Somehow she had a strong suspicion that this was not the case.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
/> Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Epilogue
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