| A Shit Load Of Complications

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The moment Vanessa wrapped her arms around my neck, weaving her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to deepen our kiss, I fucking lost it. My hands started to go everywhere—her sides, her ass, her thighs—like I couldn't touch all of her fast enough. Her clothes and her skin were soaking wet from the rain, but it felt fucking amazing to finally touch her like I wanted to touch her. 

 I kissed down the side of her neck, loving the way she smelled. Her vanilla and Cinnamon scent was sweet and so damn tantalizing, that I could have gotten high on her smell alone. 

 "James, this—" 

 "Unless you're about to tell me to rip your clothes off, I suggest you shut the hell up." 

 "I'm serious." 

 I ignored her by letting my lips travel down over her naked shoulder. Thank fuck for the strapless dresses. 

 Every inch, every curve of this woman felt like it was carved out of perfection. If perfection could have been bottled, I would have shoved her in a vial and kept her on my bedside table. God, I'm pathetic. 

 "James, listen to me. Only once, okay? This can only happen once." 

 I paused, my tongue plastered against her collarbone. I lifted my head and looked at her. "Only once?"

 "Yeah. You know as well as I do this can't even happen once, but…" 

 "But you want me as much as I want you." 

 Her eyes darkened, and she whispered, "I want you more." 

 Jesus Christ. 

 That tight little black dress she was wearing was no match for my lust-induced strength. With one hard tug, I pulled it down, her full, supple breasts grabbing all my attention within a split second. 

 Fuck me. 

 "See something you like, Detective?" I could hear the damn smile on her face. 

 I glanced up, then down at her breasts, her perky nipples teasing me, daring me to suck them until they were swollen. 

 "Like is an understatement, Miss Bologna." 

 She pressed her hands against my chest and forced me two steps back. My body hated the distance, and my cock was on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum. But then she placed her hands on her curvy hips, her gaze never leaving mine, and started to shimmy out of the dress—slowly. So damn slowly. 

 All I could do was watch…and try to remember I needed to breathe, even though I was sure my body didn't need air right now. It needed to be all over that body of hers—against it, on top of it…inside it. 

 "Only this once, Detective." 

 I shook my head. "I can't make any promises." 

 "Say it." She continued to move the dress down over her hips and thighs. "Say it, Detective." 

 "As I said, I can't make any promises." 

 "If you don't, I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop right now." 

 Fuck! "Okay, fine, just this once. But for the love of God, do not stop." 

 The dress dropped to the floor and pooled around her feet. She straightened, and the sight alone brought me within seconds of coming in my pants like a loser. 

 "Vanessa…" 

 I couldn't even finish the damn sentence. I just stood there staring at her wearing nothing but a black thong and stiletto heels. Every Playboy calendar picture ever printed couldn't come close to the picture-perfect sight of Vanessa Bologna standing in front of me. 

 She placed her hands on her waist, pushing her hips out to the side. "Cat caught your tongue, Detective?" 

 I held out a finger. "Just…just give me a minute. I need to take a few mental pictures and tuck them away in a drawer somewhere." 

 She chuckled, and the sound made my cock jolt. 

 "Okay. But while you take your minute, I'll just go ahead and start without you." She cupped her breasts in her palms, and I almost came right there. Her breasts were way too big for her tiny hands as she squeezed, fondled, and played with them like a fucking pro. 

 "It seems like you have a lot of experience doing that." 

 She smiled seductively. "Is there something wrong with a woman knowing how to pleasure herself?" Her hand moved down her stomach until it disappeared under the thin fabric of her panties. 

 Holy fucking shit. Sweet mother of Mary. Fuck! 

 I placed my fist in my mouth and bit down—hard, trying my best not to embarrass myself by humping her fucking leg, because I wanted to fuck every goddamn part of her body. It was like my cock didn't care which part he got, as long as he got something. 

 "How much more time do you need, Detective?" Her voice was all husky, soft and seductive like she was almost halfway to a climax…without me. 

 Shit. "None." 

 Those two steps between us were a thing of the past as I darted forward and grabbed both her breasts in my palms. She let out a moan that shot straight down my spine, crashing against my balls and causing me to thrust against her. My lips were on hers, claiming, taking, fucking her mouth as if it belonged to no one but me. Right here, right now, all of her was mine. I was in sinner's heaven, about to indulge in the decadence of lust and desires. 

 Peeling my lips from hers, I leaned down and took a hard nipple in my mouth, sucking that piece of flesh like my life depended on it. Around and around my tongue swirled, teasing and lapping, loving the sounds that rolled over her lips. Her moans sent a wave of undiluted lust crashing against every goddamn bone of my body, and I thrust against her. My cock was aching with the need to fuck, to stretch and fill her pussy, pounding into her until my name was nothing but a prayer on her lips. 

 I let go of her nipple with a pop, pulled my shirt over my head, and placed my hands on her hips before I jerked her around, pushing her front hard against the door. 

 "I want to make sure I savour every inch of you." I traced my lips down her spine, listening to her laboured breaths. I licked her skin, loving the way she tasted, hyper-aware of the way she trembled under my touch. In the far corners of my mind, I knew by doing this I was adding a shit load of complications to my life, but…I just didn't give a fuck.