Free Accounting for Lust by Ylette Pearson Page B

the sentence. Cassie understood the question all too well and wished she didn’t have the answer.
    “He had cosmetic surgery done.”
    The questioning continued well into the night to the point where fatigue threatened to drag Cassie’s eyes shut. Jake called a halt and they filed out of the office. A car already travelled the route they had to take to go home and found it safe.
    “Please stay out of the office until Monday. Like we said earlier, the camera must be inside and judging by the viewpoint, the person could see everything you did on the computer. We’re going to leave it in place, but we must have time to concoct a plan to draw him out without giving the person any more access to your accounts.”
    Cassie nodded at Matt, but she failed understand how the perpetrator could use the codes he saw on her computer. The solution struck her instantaneously with that thought.
    “Matt, we have to check the IP addresses of the computer used to transfer the funds. You can only log in from your own IP address to get access. If we have that, we’ll have our guy.”
    “We’ll check it out on Monday with Joshua’s help. Now, go home and get some sleep.” Although he directed the words at her , he gave Jake a stern look . Jake’s cheeks coloured slightly . He never looked sexier and despite being dog-tired , heat pooled between her legs.
    Like the previous night , they drove home in silence. This time though, Cassie leaned her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes. The photo propped up against the pillar danced before her eyes. Jake’s head tilted , the muscles in his neck straining. His washboard torso contracted as he pumped his rigid cock into her. She with her feet on his shoulders, wide open pussy welcoming his hot sex into her. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, mouth slightly open to allow the panting breath s to escape and nipples erect with breasts slightly out of focus due to their juggling.
    “Whatever you’re thinking you’d better stop that train of thought or I’ll have you in the backseat of my car like a teenager.”
    Cassie just smiled. “I wouldn’t mind.” She ran a hand over her now sensitised breast, pinching the nipple to harden it further.
    “Dammit woman, we need to concentrate on keeping you alive. You’re a distraction that could get you killed.” 
    She sighed and clasped her hands in her lap . Jake was right. No more mistakes until they caught the perpetrator. It would be sinful to waste the nights though. She needed some close protection tonight. Her pulse kicked up a notch.
    “You have to agree, if it wasn’t for the menace attached to the photo, it would have been a super hot one.”
    Jake cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “I didn’t look at it like that.”
    She frowned. The picture was burned into her memory, never to be forgotten. It might be the shock associated with seeing it, but now, with Jake beside her and the team securing the area, it made her hot.
    “We’re home.” He parked the car and turned to her. “We have to concentrate on the job at hand. No more hanky - panky.”
    We’ll see about that, she thought, but nodded in meek agreement. Jake narrowed his eyes, but she shrugged and opened the door.
    He was at her side in an instant and took her arm. Once inside the apartment, she turned out the overhead lights and switched on the lamp in the corner. With her hand on the handle of her door, she kicked off her shoes, took the clip from her hair and bent to pick the shoes up while making sure Jake had full view of her behind.
    “I’m going to take a shower and change. You rummage through the fridge and see what you’d like for dinner. After all the happenings today I thought I could never eat again, but suddenly I’m ravenous.”
    Cassie left the door to her room open while she leisurely took off her clothes, revelling in the sliding of the fabric against her skin. Without closing the bathroom door, she turned on the spray in the shower and