Jessie's hips were above his face now, moving... slightly, oh-so slightly... his face straining towards her.Tighter, her hips lowered into his face, over his chest, and just below his navel. There, at the very center of her femininity, he touched her. Wet. Hot. Ready.She moaned as he stroked her, rocking her hips against his hand.He absolutely had to be inside her. And she was reaching for him. He took her mouth again and below, he touched her some more, seeking the center of her pleasure. He found it. She cried out. He took the sound into himself. "Please." The word passed from her into him. And again. "Please." She reached down between them, found him, wrapped her fingers around him and guided him home.At the last possible second before he buried himself in her, an all_important word appeared in his reeling brain: condom. He jerked his hips back with an excruciating groan. She protested by groaning and made another attempt to yank him close. "Wait. Condom." He was able to inf
"Will her daughter be present?" Jessie gave Din's question a quick glance. "No, Jessie. That's not what I meant. I mean, Abby's child. I think she is seven. And yesterday, I met her. She is a bit sassy, so I'm not sure I want to go to breakfast with her there." Jessie started giggling. A kid frightened Din Cooper. "Grace is a darling. She can be a little sassy, but you'll grow to like her.""You're not getting it, Jessie. This girl is…" "I know." Jessie rolled her eyes. "She told you how lovely you are and how she hopes you will wed her. When she learned that you were Din Cooper, she was astounded as well." Jessie paused. "And then she fled after giving you a peck." She added. Din gasped. "How did you know that happened?" "That girl was once me. I'm familiar with grace. She is a fairytale kind of girl. Prince Charming and a Happy Ending." Once more, she looked at Sierra. "We can't go outside like this. Before we can go to breakfast, we will need to change. Is there any way you can
Din was startled for some time. She was the furthest thing from his mind. He hated Beth after learning the tale of her using him. He started to hate her more and more. "Din." His train of thought was interrupted by Beth. "Are you going to let me in?"Din remained calm. James had instructed him to cooperate. He said, "Come inside." Beth kissed his cheeks as she stepped into the house and took a seat. The sight of her irritated him. At the smell she gave. At her aura. They all irritated him. "I bought your favorite." Beth opened the box and set it on the table. Din wasn't in the mood for all of this. He simply wants to return to the room so he can continue to ogle Jessie's stunning face as she slumbers.'What brings you here?' Din enquired. It was challenging, but he managed to maintain his composure. Beth was shocked at his question. "What do you mean, I am your girlfriend. Is it wrong for me to see my boyfriend?""My wife is home." "Wife?" Beth snorted. She had never imagined f
His heart started to beat more quickly and more quickly. He wasn't scared if she pulled the trigger and shot him; he was scared for the other officers, who had a family. Death didn't frighten James. He was and always would be the hero. That was his life. Not to be saved, but to save others. "Boss, are we going to die?" One of the officers questioned in a trembling voice. James gave a head shake. "She can't kill all of us. We are seven police officers, and she only has one gun." "Why are you following me, and who do you work for?" asked Magan. Her grip on the firearm became firmer. James could see that she was shaking while pointing the gun at them. "We work for the LAPD. Mrs. Lewis, we are here to place you under arrest.""Arrest?" When the breeze blew her hair into her face, she removed it with her hand. James believed that would be the ideal time to catch her as the breeze started to pick up. "Whoa, what do you mean? What have I done?" She was genuinely baffled as to why the pol
Din and Jessie prepared for the station. She changed into a cozier outfit and was interested to hear what James had to say. Why would he want her to visit the station as well? Din assisted her in opening the door, and she entered. Jessie dissuaded him from trying to assist her with her seatbelt. "I'm not a child. I can handle it myself," she declared. "All right." He started the vehicle and pulled away from the garage. Jessie said nothing on the way to the station. Taylor Swift's Folklore album was playing through the headphones she was wearing. The music gave her solace. Din continued to cast sidelong glances at her. He was perplexed as to what he had done to offend Jessie. Jessie was a happy person, and the first time he saw her mad was in Vegas and also at his office when she came to tell him she didn't want to marry him. He doesn't understand why she is now furious with him. "We are here." As he spoke, he brought the car to a stop. The music was paused, and Jessie put her phon
"Will, I don't understand you right now. She is flirting. Trying to get me upset. Perhaps she caught Beth and I together this morning." "I get it, dude. Go speak with her. I know that Jessie is the type of woman who is understanding. If you tell her what transpired between you and Beth, she will comprehend you. Go now." He pushed Din gently.Din walked up to them and sat down next to Jessie. "Can I talk to you?" he asked Jessie. Jessie remained silent. She was fiddling with the tip of her hair while still maintaining her gaze on the bartender. Din looked directly into the bartender's eyes and made a head motion for the man to leave. "I'll see you soon. Miss." He walked away. As she turned to face Din, Jessie scowled. "Seriously? You had to send him away?" "And he called you Miss?" "I'm not married to you in a legal sense." "We signed the court papers. That means it is legal. How long will you keep giving me the cold shoulder?" His voice went down. Jessie scoffed. "I am not givi
Two weeks later.Getting out of bed made Jessie feel worn out. For a few days, this was how she had been feeling. She stepped onto the chilly floor and looked at the time. Jessie first noticed these symptoms of sickness four days ago after meeting Taylor; she felt woozy, lethargic, and like she wanted to throw up.Jessie believed she had the flu. Though she kept telling herself she would be better in a few days, she wasn't. "Have this." Din gave her a cup of water and some medication for the headache she had been complaining about. She took it from him and placed it in her mouth. "Are you sure you don't want to visit the hospital? You have been feeling tired for days now." "Everything is fine with me. You should leave for work." "I don't think I can leave you here alone and do that," he said. She let go of the empty cup, and he helped her get back into bed. "Today I'll stay at home with you," Din added. Jessie didn't want him to see her sick. Ever since the sex they had on that wed
Din lightly tapped on his table as he worried about Jessie's wellbeing. She will be alright. He is confident she will. When the door was opened, Khalid entered. He bowed his head, and Din knocked on the table again. Khalid looked up at him. "Sir, I apologize for the delay.""I assigned you this task more than a month ago. What happened? Was getting information really that difficult?" "Sir, I apologize. Mrs. Cooper is very secretive. Finding out facts about her was challenging." "Then tell me. What did you discover?" "Mrs. Cooper lives in a small town here in Los Angeles. She lived in a different city with her parents and sister before coming here years ago." Din was interested. He was curious to learn more. "What about her parents? Have you learned anything about them?" "Mrs. Cooper's mom is a nurse. She is employed by a nearby medical facility in Los Angeles. For many years, her father has not been seen. When Bev was still a young child, he abandoned them. He beats his wife and