Page 76 of Tempt Me

The detective blinked, stumbling to grab his pad and pen while I word-vomited the experience that would never leave my mind.

“I’m sorry. How are you and Pharaoh Masters acquainted?”

An uncomfortable warmth spread over my face. “Uh. He is my psychology professor at Charity University?”

The detective was good at his job. His face barely moved as he scribbled down more notes.

“And what were you and your professor doing when you heard the shots? Where were you?”

I blushed even more. My face became a damn tomato.

“Uh…well…” I couldn’t exactly say we were locked in a coffin that he got us trapped in after chasing me in a devil mask, and we heard the gunshots after he fingered me and ate my ass.

“Talking,” I finished lamely.

The detective’s small, sly smile vanished as quickly as it appeared. There and gone.

“I heard the baby, and I ran toward the cries,” I continued, trying to ignore the heat I felt.

Pharaoh was quiet now, his eyes closed and his breathing settling down. I didn’t move him, and I kept rubbing his head. Baby Xavier was being checked out and cleaned up by the paramedics, and I could see they were finishing up.

“Detective, that’s my nephew. I really need to get to him, but I…”

I looked down at Pharaoh, who was finally at peace in his mind as he slept on my lap. I didn’t want to disturb him.

“I understand. My name is Micah Quinn. I have known yourprofessor for a long time. I can get him home. Why don’t you go and take care of your nephew? I will be back at Mercy’s Medical Center later on to finish up your statement. For now, just get some rest. Thank you, Miss Summers.”

Pharaoh barely moved when his friend jostled him onto a stretcher and put a blanket over him.

The rain had died down finally, and the sun was starting to come up. I was so tired. I kissed Pharaoh’s forehead. “Sleep well, professor asshat. You are okay. You are safe.”

He smiled in his sleep.

The paramedics let me in the back, and I snuggled Xavy into my arms. He was cleaned up from all the blood, and his little body was burritoed into a blanket. What was it with babies and smelling like sweetness and innocence?

I felt so at peace with him in my arms.

And I felt warm with Pharaoh in mine…

Twenty Eight

Game: Hunted for sport.

Was I the hunter anymore?

I ate my potato chip, looking over the playing cards in my hand to see if Larry was stealing another fucking pair from me.

“Ha…” I snickered. “Go fish, bitch.”

Larry blew me a kiss and stuck his hand in the pile.

“Don’t be salty, Judie. It looks too delicious on you.”

I grinned at him and moaned. His strong hands were inside my pants, gripping my dick and it made me growl.

“You don’t play fair, Larry!” I accused. “You are supposed to fish for the damn two, not my cock.”

Larry chuckled and straddled my lap, grinding his pelvis on top of my cock and making me groan. I chucked the ‘Go Fish’ pile over to the other side of the cell and threw him onto his back, crushing my mouth onto his and sucking those naughty lips.