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“Come here baby.”

  Amy ran over to the bed and sat down on the edge. She let him pull her into his arms leaning into his embrace enjoying the moment while it lasted, cause she knew something was very wrong.

  “Baby, I had fourteen messages on my cell. I’ve listened to six; in the last one Hank informed me to get you the hell out of this house. Kazinsky’s been released on bail.”

  “When?” She knew her voice cracked in terror and her entire body trembled in fear. But she didn’t care; she did not want to be alone with that man again.

  “Last night.”

  “He knows where I live, doesn’t he?” she asked getting off the bed in a hurry to get dressed. “That’s why you’re so desperate to get me out of here. He knows where I live!”

  ***

  Kazinsky had been waiting for just the right moment to make his presence known. He’d been watching them coo at each other for the past hour. He happily admired his little tart as she paraded through her house stark naked. His desire for her mounting with every step she took. Seeing that she was readying to flee, he waited for just the right moment, entered the room and grabbed her. “Yes I do, as is obvious from my presence. Now isn’t this sweet. Guess you forgave him after all darlin’.”

  Kazinsky watched as Larry’s fists clenched in impotent anger and laughed at his helplessness. Giving her neck a firm squeeze, he gripped it hard enough to make her cry out in pain, warning her lover no to try anything heroic.

  “Don’t do this Jim,” she gasped. “The police are on the way. Don’t make things worse for yourself. You already knew I had made up with Ry.”

  Kazinsky was entertained by her plea. “Please darlin’ I’ve been watching you for the past hour. So I know that you’ve both been ignoring your cell phones.”

  “Which is why I know they’re on their way,” Amy explained

  “I doubt it.”

  Kazinsky smiled at the object of his desire, running a finger down her cheek to stake his previous claim. She was his and he wasn’t through with her yet. Maybe he’d make her lover watch as he pleasured himself with her?

  “You don’t know my—”

  Kazinsky looked from one to other entertained, she was wary of causing her lover pain and he was protective of her. So harm the girl and the man felt the pain. Yes he would definitely make the man watch while he enjoyed himself.

  “Tell him, love.”

  “No, I don’t want to hurt you Ry.”

  “The truth can’t hurt me Amy. I know you love me. Tell him who he’ll be dealing with if he doesn’t let you go.”

  “Yes love, tell me,” he mocked, drinking in her distress with relish.

  “My husband, Special Agent Schwartz, is with the FBI.”

  Kazinsky started laughing. “Well isn’t that priceless, my luscious little tart is having an affair with… what or who is he, luscious?” Kazinsky asked running his hand down her naked flesh. Taking his time enjoying the feel of her rounded breast.

  The low growl from her lover as he answered made him feel more powerful than ever. “My name is Detective Stevens.”

  “The arresting officer, well hell, luscious. Does Mr. FBI know that you’re banging his luscious wife detective?”

  “That would be my doctor wife, Kazinsky.”

  Kazinsky didn’t even flinch, his blood started racing in excitement at the new players in this little game of his. Feeling his little darlin’ trembling against him, he knew she could feel his heart racing. Nothing felt better than that. “So the gang’s all here. I don’t like your odds, doctor. Three men who desperately want your tight little pussy and little ole you in the raw. Might I also point out that you are far more luscious naked than dressed. Stand closer to me darlin’,” he purred running his hand down her flat stomach stopping just above her mound and pulling her closer to his erection so she could feel his excitement for her. “I wanna feel your fear.”

  “I’d rather not.”

  Kazinsky grinned at her defiance. Damn this one will be fun, he thought watching her husband resist the urge to pull the trigger. “I don’t remember giving you a choice, doctor darlin’.”

  “I don’t remember caring Jim. You have two FBI Agents and at least one detective with a gun trained on you.”

  He was impressed by her fearless attitude. “That lover of yours may be one hell of a man darlin’. But he doesn’t have a gun.”

  “Guess again Kazinsky. I won’t let you see or touch one more inch of my girl.”

  “Yes, he is.”

  Kazinsky laughed at their brave words. “This girl, detective, seems to think you’re a hero. That you’ll save her, but I repeat, there’s a flaw to her logic.”

  “Really, please enlighten me to your wisdom. Sounds to me like she knows me pretty well.”

  He looked them each in turn and knew without a doubt that he was smarter than every one of them. “You have no gun.”

  “Sorry to disappoint you, but I do.”

  Jim Kazinsky hadn’t been surprised by anyone since the day he turned fifteen. He killed that jock and his bitch girlfriend a year later for humiliating like they had. He prided himself on never being surprised, but this adulterous detective had just pulled a proverbial rabbit out of his non-existent hat. “Bravo detective. Now where did that come from?”

  “Seems I’m just full of surprises today.”

  Kazinsky ran his hand through her hair. “You certainly are, yet that still doesn’t make her your girl. That’s not possible, you see, cause she’s mine.”

  “Kazinsky you can’t survive this. Just give up now before anyone gets hurt.”

  “I may not survive, Special Agent, but I guarantee you I’ll take the lovely lady with me. Although I must admit I do find it odd that as her husband, you aren’t trying to kill her lover?”

  “Kazinsky, let Amanda go,” Marcus growled.

  How very intriguing, I wonder what else I can learn about my little prize?

  He laughed at the response her husband gave him. The man was truly angry with his little wife over her affair, yet he’d resigned himself to it. “My dear girl, you have more names than I do. Which of them is the real you darlin’?” “All of them, Jim. I’m a woman of many talents.”

  “One name for every special talent, hmm. Well to me you are my luscious little tart.” He loved touching this one. The envy he received from the others was like a fine wine to his ego. It was intoxicating. He ran his hand down her side in a caress and basked in the attentions he received from everyone but his challenging little tart.

  “Touch her again Kazinsky and I’ll shoot you.”

  “Now, now gentlemen. You both had your turns with this little morsel so keep your distance or the lady will get hurt and we don’t want that.”

  “Amy baby, you still okay?”

  A rich velvety chuckled surrounded her; Kazinsky could see his laughter as it wrapped around her body possessively, intimately caressing her. Proving she belonged to him, he wasn’t certain why the men kept fighting that.

  “Jim, please let Detective Stevens leave. You’re making him jumpy and I’m afraid he’ll accidentally shoot you.”

  Her voice soothed and refreshed him at the same time. Leaning in closer to her ear, he whispered to her, “Aw but darlin’ I like having an audience. His reactions to my touching you are priceless. I can hear the guilty thoughts roaming through his head right now. If I weren’t here she’d already be gone for the day. If I hadn’t spent the night her husband might have kept her safe. If, if, if, if. It’s quite entertaining actually.” He was tickled by this new experience. Next time I’ll take two girls. One to watch while I have my fun with her friend. Then I’ll find another to watch me play with the first.

  “You must be hearing voices then. Ry has absolutely nothing to feel guilty about. He knows that even if he hadn’t spent the night I’d still be in bed. Probably asleep when you arrived. My husband, as you pointed out, never came home last night, nor did he call to tell me he wasn’t coming home till this mor
ning. So he wouldn’t have been here to help. All in all I’d be worse off than I am right now.”

  He stroked her cheek with affection. “So strong even when in danger. I see why he loves you.”

  “Amanda sweetheart, we need to talk when this is over.” Marcus told her in an soothing tone.

  Kazinsky noted the flinch of anger coming from the detective still in her bed. “The detective man didn’t like that Mr. FBI.”

  “Talk about what?”

  Was that a tremor she had in her voice? Kazinsky thought in delight.

  “Papers and me signing them.”

  “Promise?”

  “Cross my heart.”

  He couldn’t believe he was being completely ignored by them. It was time to remind his tart she belonged to him and no one else.

  “Good, cause I’m really tired of having this guy touch me.”

  Kazinsky laughed at her disgusted tone. “Yes luscious, you belong to me.”

  “Ragdoll?” Marcus asked her.

  “Of course I want her back!” Amy answered with heat.

  “How long?” Marcus replied.

  “What are you two babbling about?” He screamed angered that they were still ignoring him.

  “Property, five seconds.” Amy whispered as the gun dug into her side.

  “Four seconds”

  “Six seconds”

  “Two seconds”

  “Eight seconds”

  “Dammit Amanda do you always have to be so argumentative.” Marcus growled lowering his weapon in exasperation.

  Kazinsky didn’t like this code talk. It meant that he was purposefully being ignored and left out. He didn’t like being left out; he got angry when people ignored him. And when he got angry people got hurt.

  “Now!” Marcus yelled pulling all the attention to himself.

  Amy went limp in his arms; he couldn’t hang onto her if he tried. She fell right through them to the floor, while bullets from every direction pinned him to the wall behind her.

  Chapter 7

  Larry dropped his gun and moved the minute he saw her fall. He gathered her in his arms dragging the comforter off the bed to wrap around her covering her from further view and kissed her in relief.

  “Ry you better get dressed before the cavalry rides in.”

  The tremor in her voice pulled at his heart. “Screw them; I’m more worried about you.”

  “Well I’d prefer it if all those female officers didn’t see you naked.”

  He laughed at her priorities and possessive tone. “Baby, considering how many men have just seen you naked, I think a little payback is in order,” he teased knowing how she’d react.

  “Detective Stevens, if that’s how you feel then we—”

  Larry grinned at her outburst then kissed her. “Just checking that you weren’t in shock. Let’s get you dressed love.”

  “You had better have meant get us dressed!”

  He decided he like the feelings he had when she acted possessive about his body, cause he certainly felt possessive about hers.

  “Hey partner, I’m guessing you’ll want these?”

  Larry looked up to find Hank holding his clothes with a grin. “Where were they?”

  “In the living room, scattered.”

  Larry grinned at Amy, adoring the blush that took over her body when she got up to change. “Don’t look at me like that Ry, you set the rules.”

  “Thanks Hank. Try to keep the guys out until Amy’s dressed will you.”

  “No problem, but you do realize that everyone will know about this little incident by tonight.”

  Larry frowned then brightened at the thought. “That means they’ll all know Amy’s mine. Good!”

  “Wow, Doc you look gorgeous.”

  He noticed that Hank wasn’t paying him any attention and turned to admire his woman coming out of the bathroom completely dressed. She look stunning and very pissed off.

  “Thank you Hank, but unless I’ve gone blind or I’m mistaken, and for his sake, I better be, Detective Stevens is still naked!”

  Larry grinned at her, taunting her to get closer.

  “Sorry Doc, we just found his clothes and most of it he’ll never be able to wear again.”

  “Kazinsky?” Her voice trembled on the name.

  “Yup.”

  “Marcus!”

  Larry sulked when her attentions shifted from him to her husband.

  “Yes dearest one?”

  “Can Detective Stevens borrow some clothes? Kazinsky ruined his.”

  Marcus, to Larry’s further irritation, looked completely at ease with their situation. “Sure. Although they may be a bit big on him.”

  Amy laughed, she actually laughed with him.

  He couldn’t help the feelings of jealousy she brought out in him. “Thanks Marcus. Come along Detective and make certain to wrap something around yourself. Before you leave this room!”

  “I wish she’d stop calling me that,” he complained to Hank on the way out of the room.

  “It could be worse, partner. She could care less how many women see you naked and be calling him honey.”

  Larry growled at him in anger. “Don’t remind me. Cover for me, I’m not losing her yet.”

  Hank’s knowing grin only encouraged him to go through with his plan. “Just don’t take too long, or be too loud about it.”

  Replaying her passionate cries from their first night, Larry grinned. “I’ll do my best.”

  “Detective I don’t have all day.”

  “Coming, Amy my love.”

  Larry walked into the room intent on seducing the woman he loved, to remind her that she loved him in return. Looking around the room he noted that a chair and single bed where the only two pieces of furniture to be found. Amy was nowhere to be seen. Hearing the door close behind him and the lock snap shut he whirled in surprise. “Amy?”

  She pushed him down into the chair without saying a word, running her hands over his chest as she walked around him to whisper in his ear, “Shhh, I know exactly how you feel about me right now, detective. But I need you to help me with a little problem I’m having.”

  Worry suffused him. “What would that be?”

  He watched her as she walked around him, trailing a finger seductively over his chest as she did. Almost as if she was afraid to stop touching him. “Kazinsky! His hands were all over me and I don’t have time for a shower.”

  He looked up at her, fighting the desperate urge to pull her down into his lap. “How can I help?”

  Amy slowly hiked up her skirt and straddled him. Larry thought he’d died and gone to heaven. His hands circled her waist to steady her, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep them off her chest for long. “Oh I think I can do that.”

  “Make me forget Ry. I need you to make me forget.”

  “You are one hell of a woman, and you’re all mine. I’m willing to do anything I can to help.”

  “Please Ry!”

  The desperation in her voice urged him forward. He reached up to remove her underwear, and grinned in surprise to find she wasn’t wearing any. The fact that she’d planned this when she got dressed flattered his male pride. He lifted her hips and lowered her slowly letting her weight impale her an inch at a time until he completely filled her. Her lips captured his mouth in a kiss swallowing his cries of pleasure. Holding her still so she wouldn’t move before he was ready. He released her lips and rested his head on her chest to catch his breath.

  “Are you okay Ry?”

  “Better than okay love. I just needed to catch my breath. I wish we could take our time and do this right.”

  Her smile lit up the room, lord he loved this woman. “We will later; for now make me forget, Ry.”

  ***

  “Detective, have you seen my wife?”

  Hank nearly swore. He’d been avoiding Schwartz since the doc and Ry entered the room. “Agent Schwartz don’t you think that under the circumstances you should stop calling her that? I mean she
obviously chose Ry.”

  “Where are they Adams?”

  Hank didn’t like his tone, but he would find out the truth sooner or later. “She’s getting dressed!”

  “I clearly saw Amanda dressed not fifteen minutes… he wouldn’t dare!”

  Hank wanted to sigh in relief when he saw the doc standing behind them.

  “Relax Marcus. He didn’t dare. I, on the other hand, locked him in the room and took complete advantage. When he tried to complain, I sat on him.”

  “Amanda, this has to stop. You are my wife, godamnit!”

  “Doesn’t feel very good does it?”

  Hank decided this was one conversation he didn’t want to witness and decided to make himself scarce.

  “No it doesn’t. You’ve made your point, now please don’t do it again.”

  Amy ignored his demand. “You promised me signatures Marcus.”

  “Not until you promise me Amy. No more cheating.”

  Hank winced; he wondered if Schwartz realized he was screaming. “Same rules apply to you Marcus. I’m not even near close to getting even with you.”

  He laughed, the doc’s voice dropped when she was pissed. He watched Schwartz cup the doc’s cheek. “You don’t get even Amy. That isn’t what this is all about and that’s why seeing you with this guy hurts me so much.”

  Hank couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. He watched them with a worried frown when Schwartz took her chin in his hands so she couldn’t look away and then leaned in close so they wouldn’t be overheard. He just wished he were close enough to overhear what they were saying. Larry would not like this one bit.

  “You really like this guy don’t you?”

  “Very much.”

  “You win Amy, you have your divorce.”

  “Thank you Marcus. You know I’ll always care about you right?”

  “I know, you just can’t trust me and that’s no one’s fault but my own. Be happy Amanda and call me if you need anything.”

  “I will.”

  Hank cursed when he spotted Larry watching them just as Schwartz leaned in to kiss his wife. “Chill partner. You have no idea what they’re talking about.”