Free McDonald_SS_GEN_Nov2014 by Donna McDonald Page A

some of that—especially after actually being your first guy—even though my brain knows damn well age is no longer a factor. I can’t believe you waited to have sex all these years. But I was going to try everything I knew to make sure you finally had sex with me. I was waiting for you. . .to grow up. . .I guess.”
    Megan shivered under turquoise laser beams, but she brought up her other hand to cup both his beard-roughened cheeks. “I didn’t exactly wait to have sex—I just didn’t have intercourse. I discovered taking care of my own sexual needs made it easier and less complicated to do my job as an MP. It would have sucked to have to lock up some guy I was involved with. And I didn’t know or understand why I was still putting the big thing off until I saw you again. You’re the only man who ever made me glad to be a girl. I can’t even think of a single man other than you I could do this with and actually enjoy myself.”
    “So no regrets?” he asked. Her quiet swearing was immensely reassuring. It meant she was not embarrassed about anything they’d done.
    “No, Dr. North. You were a sexy stud whose thrusting expertise made me forget my own name.”
    “Now you’re mocking me for trying to be a sensitive and understanding guy,” Nicolas said.
    Megan sighed. She needed to learn some tact. Snark was one of her worst faults. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I told you I don’t know how to do this. Tonight was amazing, even if it did hurt like hell initially. I’m glad next time we won’t have go through the hurting part again. Thank you for giving me my first shared orgasm with a man. There. Is that better?”
    Nicolas shook his head at her honesty and touched his forehead to hers. “I ask for romantic reassurance and you give me a performance evaluation. What the hell am I going to do with someone like you in my life? You drive me crazy.”
    Beneath him Megan laughed, but she also moved her hands to stroke and squeeze his butt before linking arms around his waist and pulling him closer. If there had ever been a moment in his life where he could die happy, this was it.
    “I’m sorry I hurt you by going too fast at first, but not sorry for anything else. Next time you can be on top and show me how fast or slow you like to go. Women have more control in that position—or so I’ve read. Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll like being in charge.”
    “Sounds like a good deal. How about we try to do this about a dozen more times in the next two days? I need to build some serious immunity to you before the parade. I don’t want my aim to be off because I’m daydreaming about boinking Santa. Now that I know how good it can be, I can see my lust for you being a more serious problem than I imagined.”
    Laughter over her confession burst out of him and startled her into squealing before laughing too, probably because he was still buried inside her.
    He gathered his giggling tomboy into his arms and promised himself to find a hundred ways to make her want to stay just where she was.

Chapter 7
    “You were right about the stepfather. He’s now at the top of our suspect list. Turns out, he’s got a gambling addiction going on. Most of it is small shit like the casino boats, which he visits nearly every day. Since he has no income of his own, he might be trying to help his wife get a windfall she could share. Nicolas is wealthy through his business, and I happen to know he also has an unclaimed inheritance. If he were to die right now, his mother would probably get everything. That’s a powerful motivation.”
    “Nicolas is not going to die.”
    David watched his sister tighten the strap of the thigh-rig holster around one leg of the form-fitting yoga shorts she had on over red tights. The short red skirt of her Mrs. Santa outfit was held high and out of the way of her adjustments by her chin trapping the fur trim edge against her chest. With the Colt Rail Gun secured to her satisfaction, she practiced