Free Red-Hot Ruby by Sandrine Spycher

anymore, Carter let go of her. However, too used to her unexpected moves, he kept his eyes on her.
    They exchanged a long, hot look. Carter ran his fingers through his hair. This simple gesture made Farrell melt. At that instant, she forgot he had actually broken into her flat. Carter was in her bedroom, she might just as well enjoy the moment.
    “You tricked me,” she said, taking a step closer to him.
    “No. I made conversation, that’s all,” he answered in a teasing tone. “Not my fault if you got distracted by it.”
    Farrell took yet another step closer to him. She looked up. She could have swam in those eyes. She let her fingertips run all the way down his chest.
    Carter started up when he felt Farrell’s hand on his cock. Slow, subtle caresses that were just enough to make him hard in seconds. He looked into her black eyes and saw burning desire. A desire that mirrored his. He circled her waist with one arm and pulled her to his chest. The heat of her body felt incredible. He kissed her, hungrily. Devouring her lips, swallowing her tongue. He unzipped her pants in a swift move and let his fingers be guided by her moans. Slowly, gently, he approached her wet and hot insides.
    Farrell threw her head backwards, her fingers clinging to his neck. He held her close and kissed her beautiful breasts, savoring the sweet taste of her delicately tanned skin. Carter could feel her losing control. His fingers moved in and out, caressing, possessing, obsessing her wet cunt. Her moaning was getting more and more persistent, her breathing accelerated. He loved hearing her. He was dying to take her; tear her clothes apart and kiss her with wild passion. Forget the damned ruby just for little while.
    And he knew Farrell felt the same way when she pushed his hand away and started unbuttoning his shirt. What a tremendous feeling to have her fingers run along his bare chest. He slightly shivered when his shirt slid down his arms and fell on the floor. He took a few steps back, letting Farrell push him against the wall. She leaned on his chest just close enough for him to have a breath-taking view down her neckline. He smiled and captured her lips once more.
    “NYPD,” Cowley said while knocking, “open the door.”
    “Oh come on,” Carter breathed, “not again.”
    “Yeah, I hate their timing too,” Farrell agreed, zipping up her jeans. She walked to the ruby while Carter picked up his shirt from the floor. Farrell took a key out of her pocket and unlocked the glass case where the ruby was still lying. She lifted the glass, not taking her eyes off the jewel for even one second. Holding the ruby in one hand, she reached for a little black suitcase with the other.
    She didn’t see Carter approach behind her, and started up when he laid his hands on her shoulders. His fingers ran along her arms all the way down to the ruby. He caressed the artistic cracks of the jewel with his fingertips.
    “It’s so gorgeous,” he whispered in Farrell’s ear. Carter took a second to enjoy the moment. Holding Farrell close to him while staring at the ruby, he felt blessed to have two such beautiful jewels in his possession. But the feeling didn’t last long as Farrell moved away from him to put the ruby in its protective suitcase. The interior of the suitcase was reinforced with soft moss so that the ruby wouldn’t be spoiled. The rest of the case was made of solid metal and could endure several strikes without suffering any damage.
    “Open up,” Cowley’s voice demanded once more.
    “Come on, let’s go,” Carter said to Farrell.
    They both made it for the door of the secret room. Carter picked up his gun on the way. When they reached the bedroom, they heard the entrance door opening in a loud noise.
    “How are we gonna get passed them?” Farrell wondered out loud.
    “We’re not,” Carter answered, motioning to the window.
    “What? You want to jump?” Farrell said, horrified.
    “D’you have a better idea?” Carter had