Free In-Between Work and Play (The Jocelyn Frost Series Book 1) by Relina Skye Page B

that I worked in the BCW.  
    The Enforcer
finally emerged from my mind, and my defenses automatically went back up. “Did
you find what you were looking for?”  I whispered, not wanting to move.
    He tilted my
head upwards to allow our eyes to meet once again.  A slight smile crossed his
lips. “No, but that’s a good thing.”
    “Why?”
    “Because it
means you had nothing to do with Ms. Whisk’s murder.” The back of his hand
stroked my cheek.  I didn’t want to think about her vacant eyes or anything
else from the last time I saw her.
    The Enforcer
seemed to sense that.  Before I realized it, a wave of lust-filled emotions
drove me to forget everything else as our lips pressed against together. 
Images of Dex filled my mind temporarily making me believe that I was actually
making out with him.
    His thumb gently
teased my mouth open.  The taste of spearmint swirled into my mouth, filling my
head with minty freshness.
    My brain went
into total shut-down mode after that.  All I wanted to feel was safe and secure
and that is what his lips provided for me. 
    Roaming hands
drifted from my checks, down the sides of breasts, and towards my hips.  The
rush of sensations was maddening.  It was like he pressed all the right buttons
and my body decided to surrender to him with full cooperation. 
    A moan broke
through my lust-induced fog.  It shattered his concentration, forcing him to pull
away. 
    “I’m sorry, Ms.
Frost, that was extremely,” he cleared his throat, “inappropriate of me.”
    Speechless, I
had no idea what came over me.  The realization that I wasn’t kissing Dex felt
like being punched in the stomach.    “What just happened?”
    His thumb
reluctantly stopped stroking my hip and traced down my legs.  I’m not really
sure at what point I locked my ankles around his back, but there they were,
firmly connected, efficiently ensuring that our pelvises kept rubbing together.
    My eyes widened
as my cheeks flushed from embarrassment.  I was acting like a cat in heat! 
Dropping my legs, I pushed myself further onto the bed in order to give him
some room to stand.
    Shifting his
weight, he rose up in front of me.  A wet mark stained the front of his grey
trousers.  Movement strained against the fabric, pressing forward toward my
mouth.  I moistened my lips as they begged to taste him. My hand slapped my
lips shut.  What the Helheim was wrong with me?  A slight grunt caused me to
shift my eyes and look up at him.  Only the whites of his eyes were visible. 
    Besides being a
telepath, there must have been some other sort of magic going on.  Freya, help
me, if it were sex magic.  Maybe if I played it cool, he’d go away.  “I’m… I’m
sorry. I don’t normally act like this.” Weakly, I stood in front of the
mirror.  I completely forgot that I was only wearing a freaking towel, and
horrifyingly realized it was still on my bed. 
    The Enforcer
averted his eyes.  He stepped over the remains of my comforter to head into the
bathroom.  I guessed it was necessary for him to take care of his needs.
Conveniently, that time gave me a moment to run to the closet and put on some
clothes.
    The fog that was
muddling my brain continued to clear.  Images of what I saw hit me hard. I was
torn between an overwhelming sense of guilt and embarrassment.  A woman, whom I
knew and had listened to for the past two years, lay dead in my living room.
Meanwhile, here I was, making out with the Enforcer like some prostitute trying
to make a quick buck.  What was wrong with me?  Was I so desperate for
affection that I’d willingly throw myself at the first hot guy to give me the
time of day?  Or did he put some sort of spell on me? 
    For the love of
Odin, why was this jerk an Enforcer?!  If I scratched out his eyes, I’d be put
in prison.  If I filled out a report, I know for a fact, it would not be taken
seriously.  A couple of my clients did that with little to no results.
    He had to