Serial Date: A Leine Basso Thriller

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like the others but up to now, nothing. Evidently the shooter's working somewhere else, or he's dead. Either is fine by me.”
    Leine took a sip of her wine. She seemed lost in thought and Jensen didn't interrupt. He looked behind him, searching for the waiter.
    “We should probably order.”
    The sensation of her bare foot sliding up his shin took him by surprise. It detoured to his inner thigh, then stopped as though waiting for permission. He looked up and their eyes met. There was no mistaking her intent.
    “I have a better idea.”
     
    ***
     
    The elevator doors to Jensen's building had barely closed when Leine felt his hands slide over her hips from behind. She flipped around to face him and pulled his head down for a deep, penetrating kiss. Not breaking the lip lock, he pushed her against the wall, leaning into her, his erection obvious. A groan escaped her lips. At this point Leine was beyond caring if they ever made it to his place. All the pent up frustration from her self-imposed celibacy welled up in one giant sweep of lust that surged through her body like lightning through a metal rod.
    The elevator pinged and the doors opened. Bodies still connected, Jensen propelled her into the hallway and they staggered as one to his door. He fumbled for his keys, found them and unlocked the door, all the while nuzzling her neck and earlobes.
    Ten points for multi-tasking, Leine thought. She slid her hand over his ass. Nice and firm. She couldn't wait to get him inside.
    They stumbled through the door and Jensen kicked it closed, flipping the dead bolt. Leine didn't waste any time and started to unbutton his shirt with one hand, while the other tugged on his belt. He smiled and brought his hand around to her back, pulled her dress zipper down, grabbed the hem and lifted it over her head in one fluid motion.
    He stepped back, letting out a low whistle.
    “Damn,” he said, shaking his head. “You're beautiful, Leine. Really beautiful.”
    Leine smiled and sent a silent thank you to Victoria's Secret and her mother's good genes. Without a word, she finished unbuttoning his shirt and unzipped his slacks, sliding them down to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. When she moved to kick off her heels, he put his hand out.
    “Don't.”
    Smiling, Leine turned and walked slowly into the living room, lightly stroking each surface she passed, caressing a silk covered breast with her other hand, then letting it drop, bringing his focus to the part that needed his attention most.
    Jensen growled and crossed the room in two strides. He took her in his arms, pressing the length of their bodies together. Leine pushed him onto the couch and, facing him, lowered herself onto his lap. He bent his head to kiss her breast and at the same time unhooked her bra.
    Unable to wait any longer, she slipped out of the matching thong and their bodies melted together, all the hard and soft parts fitting just like they were meant to.
    Holy Mother of God, why did I wait this long? was the last coherent thought in Leine's head.
     
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 12
     
     
    “ What are they doing, Peter?”
    Peter's stomach twisted at the anguish in Edward's voice.
    “It's for your safety, Edward,” Peter answered.
    The locksmith Peter hired was packing up to go, having changed all the door locks to key-only entry and exit. Secure, locking shutters now graced every first floor window. A home security expert had installed perimeter cameras the day before.
     Peter couldn't take a chance on Edward killing again. He waited until he'd paid the locksmith and watched him drive off, then sat Edward on the couch in the living room.
    “Look, I told you if these kinds of things started to happen again, I'd have to do something drastic. You don't want to end up in a hospital, do you? It wouldn't be like the one mom was in.”
    Edward looked down and shook his head. His breathing was like that of a child after a tantrum: fast and heavy,

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