Forbidden With Me - Leigh Lennon Page 0,54

long about this because I already know the answer.

Malia: Did you find it?

Malia: When will you be back?

Quick and to the point. She hasn’t hounded me. Fuck, with Vanessa, if I was ten minutes late, she’d be on my ass, and, hell, she’s a cop and knows everything that goes into the job. I can’t compare Malia to Van because she’s nothing like my ex, and honestly, it gives me false hope. Like Malia and I can be something.

My phone connects with my car's Bluetooth, hitting her number. She picks up on the first ring.

“Hey.” She’s a little out of breath.

“Hey, sweetheart, what are you doing? You sound breathless.”

She snickers on the other end, without a reply.

“What’s all that about? Why are you laughing?”

There’s a long pause when her voice is ragged again. “Not much, just sitting here thinking of you.” Her pitch sounds both husky and winded at the same time when she doesn’t give me anything else to go on.

“Sweetheart, what the hell are you doing? Are you running a marathon?” I ask again.

“Um…” She takes a second to continue her thought process. “I just…” She trails off, and I wait for her to finish. “Am thinking of…” She trails off yet again and puffs out the last word, “You.”

“Mal, sweetie, are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

“You calling me Mal…” She stops, and I think I hear a mewl on the other end. “I like that…” Her pause is brief this time. “You giving me a nickname.”

“Malia, sweetheart, you never answered me. What are you doing?” My cock instantly rears his head against my jeans, and it’s painful how erect it truly is. And with each thought straining through my mind, it gets harder and harder.

“And what, Wells…” Again, there’s a mewl through the line. “What do you think I’m doing?”

“Fuck, woman, this isn’t fair.” I can’t let her tempt or distract me.

“No, Wells, none of this is fair.” Her breathlessness is gone, and she’s changed her tone to one of confrontation.

“Fuck, Mal, say the words. Tell me what you’re doing. I need to know, and you’re right, sweetheart, none of this is fair, especially to you.” There’s a silence on the end, and I wish I wasn’t still a couple minutes from my home, where I could push through my front door, dismissing the uniforms, to plunge my hard cock into her tight pussy. “But I need to know. I need a visual. What the hell are you doing?”

She begins to laugh, out-and-out hysterics on the other end. “Well, if you must know, I’m eating chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream. It’s one of my favorite things in the world but may not be my favorite.” She begins to laugh again, filling the line with loud enjoyment. “Wow, Wells, tell me where your mind was. In the gutter, apparently.”

The girl got me good, so fucking good, and at the same time, she has proved her point. I want her, I want her so much, and now, besides recognizing this fact, I’m also horny as hell.

Chapter 18

Malia

I’d not planned to mess with him. The female cop who had insisted on watching me the entire time in Wells’s house walked out to chat with the other uniformed officers. I picked up the phone, and I was in the middle of a bite when he asked why I was breathless. I went with it because, honestly, it was funny as hell.

“You’re in big trouble, young lady.” His voice lowers, but the same sultry tone I had with the thoughts of him imagining me playing with myself is just as much of a turn-on for me as it evidently was for him.

“I sure hope so,” I reply, licking the rest of the frosting and ice cream from my spoon. It’s crazy, and maybe some would say wrong. I want him, and the timing couldn’t be worse. Hell, there’s a crazy man staging homes to look like my family’s murders. But in all of the tragedy, it doesn’t make me want him less.

“You’re not very nice, I hope you realize this,” he says, and this time, I can imagine he’s ready to reprimand a suspect. Or even better, maybe punish one of our futuristic kids.

“Just making my point. Again, I’m not sure where your mind was, but maybe it’s time you admit what you want.”

There’s silence on the line, and I pull it from my ear to make sure we are still connected.

“So,” he begins, and I know he wants