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 just 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 really 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