Cops 02 - Love on the Run (10 page)

“I’m sure they’ll continue to be,” Tony assured her. “You’re working with a good team.” He pulled some files from his cabinet. “So, where were you assigned before you came here?”

“All over,” Elizabeth said. “I spent some time in Englewood, Belmont, and Austin.”

“Cool.” Tony grinned at her. “That means you’re used to the hard-core bad guys.”

“You have no idea,” she murmured as she reached for a thick file Tony held out to her.

“That’s a copy of everything we have on Dimitryi’s organization to date.”

Elizabeth sat the file on the desk. “So, you and Jack have been after this guy for a while, huh?”

“Yeah, Dimitryi was one of the first cases Jack and I worked on together.” Tony

chuckled slightly and shook his head. “Shit, that was nearly ten years ago, and we’re still trying to catch the son of a bitch.”

“He tried to have Jack’s fiancée killed, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he did.” Tony’s teeth clenched at the memory. “And he ended up with a dead son instead.”

“Jack killed his other son as well, didn’t he?”

Tony studied her for a moment. He pointed to the file that sat unopened in front of Elizabeth. “I guess you don’t need that after all. It looks like you’ve already done your homework.”

Elizabeth gave him a slightly embarrassed smile. “I figured I should learn as much as I could about the case, since I was going to be working with you on it.”

“Good.” He nodded in approval. “Dimitryi is as smart as he is deadly, and everybody on the team has to be on their game if we’re going to bring that bastard down once and for all.”

Tony spent the rest of his day covering his other cases with Elizabeth, but he was only half focused on what he was doing. He may have been at work physically, but mentally, a certain Latina occupied his thoughts. And he hadn’t seen her in two weeks. His latest assignment had lasted longer than he’d originally anticipated.

The time away from her left him frustrated and horny as hell.

Today marked two months since the first time he and Bianca had been together, when he’d convinced her to lighten up, let go, and explore her sexuality. They’d been together numerous times since then, and she’d taken to each new thing he’d introduced her to faster and more eagerly than any woman he’d ever known. Being with her had quite literally been the best sexual experience of his entire thirty-five years.

Although they’d both originally agreed to keep their relationship strictly physical, he was finding it increasingly difficult to maintain his emotional distance from her.

They’d never made any promises to have a monogamous relationship with each other, and yet, Tony hadn’t been with another woman, had no interest in being with another woman, since he’d started whatever this was between him and Bianca. The fact of the matter was that after only a couple of months, he’d become completely addicted to her, couldn’t get enough of her, wanted her all the time. She was driving him out of his mind.

When his last assignment ended, he’d been so anxious to see her that he’d gotten halfway to her apartment before his sanity returned, and he realized that it was three o’clock in the morning.

He’d sent her a text message instead, telling her he was home and wanted to see her, hoping that she didn’t have plans already, knowing there was no way in hell he’d be able to wait much longer to see her. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he received a response from her saying she’d be waiting.

Now his day couldn’t end fast enough, he couldn’t get to her soon enough, couldn’t fuck her long enough to satisfy him. Just the thought of being inside her caused a stirring in his groin.

Oh, yeah. He definitely couldn’t wait for tonight.

*

“That man is suffering from a serious Napoleon complex.”

In complete sympathy, Bianca glanced at her coworker, Traci, as they left their weekly staff meeting. “Tell me about it,” she muttered, following her out of the conference room.

A senior investigative reporter at the news station, Richard Greenley led the

investigative team and was an anchor on the evening news that reported the stories that Bianca and her coworkers busted their asses to research and write. He also happened to be one of the biggest bastards she’d ever had the misfortune to meet.

“In the future, Ms. Mendez, we’d all appreciate it if you and Ms. James would refrain from having side conversations during our meetings while the rest of us are trying to get some work done.”

Bianca and Traci were halfway down the hallway before Richard’s voice reached them.

She turned to see him walking toward them, the rest of their team following closely behind him, no doubt hoping to see a few fireworks.

He gave her a pompous smile. “Speaking of work, we’ve yet to see this investigative masterpiece that you’re supposed to be working on, which I’m sure was the sole reason you were hired here in the first place. Are we ever going to see the finished product, or was the whole story complete bullshit just so you could get a job?”

Fucking prick. God, she hated this little man. He knew damn well that her trafficking story wasn’t scheduled to air until May, which was almost a month away. He was just being an asshole, as usual.

It was like Richard had some crazy love-hate thing going on when it came to her. He seemed to hate the fact the she worked there, but he loved trying to get into her panties.

Early on, he’d just been a pain in the ass to deal with, but he’d become the bane of her existence since the last time she’d turned down his offer for a date and warned him never to ask her again, or she’d report him for harassment.

The fact that they worked together was more than enough of a reason for Bianca to say no. But it didn’t help matters that the man looked twelve years old. Hell, he was about as big as a twelve-year-old, too. Considered tall for a woman at five feet nine, even in flats she towered over Richard by at least six inches. A little difference in height was okay, but she didn’t want people to think she was out with her little brother. Besides, after being with a man like Tony, a little boy like Richard just didn’t compare.

The thought of Tony made her smile, and for a brief moment, Bianca forgot all about Richard and his petty nonsense.

“Do I amuse you, Ms. Mendez?”

Yes. “Not at all, Dick.” Bianca fought to keep her expression straight as she stared down at the shorter man. She knew how much it irritated him to be called by that nickname.

“Trust me,” she continued. “The story is very real and extremely good. And that’s why they hired me; to write great stories to help make mediocre reporters like you look good.”

She turned to walk away but stopped suddenly and looked back at him. “And don’t worry. I used nice simple words so even you can understand. I’d hate for you to fuck up all of my hard work when you report on my story.”

She and Traci walked away without sparing another glance in Richard’s direction.

“Oh my God, that was beautiful.” Traci laughed as they walked to their offices. “I wish I could see that bastard’s face right now. I’m sure he’s probably still standing in the hallway practically ready to implode at any minute.”

“Good. I hope he does. I’ve taken more than enough of his shit since I got here, and I’m not having it anymore.” Bianca reached her office and sat the notepad she’d been carrying on her desk. She turned back to Traci, who stood in her doorway.

“Don’t worry about Dick.” Traci’s tone was dismissive. “Everybody knows he’s an idiot.

Just like everybody knows that the only reason he doesn’t like you is because you wouldn’t go out with him.”

Traci’s words made Bianca think about going out with Tony later that night. She was sure that he had another lesson to teach her, and she couldn’t help but smile. Damn, she never recalled learning being so much fun.

“Oh, I’m not worried about that asshole,” Bianca said. She glanced at her watch. “In fact, I’m officially done thinking about anything related to work for the rest of the day.” She started to clean off her desk.

“You got big plans for the evening?”

An image of Tony naked flashed in her mind, and Bianca had to look away before Traci saw the blush that heated her face. “Not really.” She kept her voice carefully bland. “I’m just meeting up with some friends.”

“Well, have a good evening. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Once Traci was gone, Bianca’s thoughts immediately shifted back to Tony. It still amazed her how, in just a couple of months, so much had changed between them. How important he’d become to her personally, how invaluable he was professionally.

Everything she and Tony had done together sexually, everything she’d learned from him about the world of dominance and submission, had completely changed her perspective about the lifestyle and altered her views on the people who lived that lifestyle.

She’d been to the club Tony co-owned several times since their first weekend together, and she’d met people from all walks of life, from janitors to judges, plumbers to politicians -and damn near everything in between. Regardless of the role they identified with best, Bianca quickly saw that they were all strong and powerful in their own unique way.

And she had Tony to thank for showing her the difference, for helping her to

understand that the desires she felt weren’t immoral, the urges she craved weren’t unnatural, and there was no reason for her to feel ashamed or be embarrassed by the things she needed to make her feel happy and complete.

Somewhere in between all of his lessons, they’d managed to find time to talk about her story. Over time, Tony fed her more and more information about his cases, and she was sure he’d shared much more with her than he should have. It meant a lot to Bianca to know he trusted her enough to do that, and she felt indebted to him because of it. With his help, she’d turned a good story into a phenomenal story. Bianca knew the finished piece would be one she’d be really proud of.

Tony had been working on another undercover assignment, and Bianca hadn’t seen him in two weeks. Those had been two of the longest weeks ever. She’d gotten a glimpse of what Clarke went through every time Jack went away on an assignment, and she’d developed a newfound respect for her friend.

She’d be the first to admit that she’d missed him — a lot. She’d spent her days nervous and on edge, worrying about him and wishing he’d come home safely. Her nights were spent lusting and longing for him, envisioning and dreaming about him while pleasuring herself.

What she’d begun to feel for Tony was far from friendly, and it made her question whether the whole “friends with privileges” thing was such a good idea after all.

She found herself wanting more with him, wanting to be more to him than just his friend and occasional lover.

Leaving the office, Bianca was no further in figuring out what to do about the new emotions that she’d developed for Tony than she’d been the last few weeks. She sighed. Until she could figure out the whole sordid mess, she was willing to take him however she could get him.

Bianca stared up at the ceiling inside Tony’s office where she lay spread-eagled and shackled to a table. The soft glow from numerous candles illuminated the otherwise dark room.

Tony suddenly appeared over her holding a spray bottle, and he began to spray her entire body with a clear, warm liquid. Once he finished spraying, he rubbed the liquid into her skin, and Bianca realized that it was some type of massage oil.

There was a knock on the door just before it opened, and Bianca heard Jacob’s voice.

“Hey, Tony I… Shit. I’m sorry. I thought you were alone.”

“Its okay, Jacob. What’s up?”

“Dave asked me to drop these papers off for you to sign. I’ll just leave them on your desk.”

Bianca could lift her head just enough to see Jacob move across the room toward Tony’s desk. She’d seen Jacob frequently when Tony brought her to the club and had grown to like him quite a bit. In spite of his appearance, she’d discovered that he really was a nice guy.

As Jacob walked in her direction again, his hungry eyes traveled all over her body, and Bianca felt her nipples harden under the intensity of his gaze.

It should have bothered her that she was nude and laid out on display while another man openly stared at her. But all she felt was hot and horny instead. And the longer Jacob watched her, the more turned on she became.

“I think Bianca likes you watching her, Jacob.” Tony’s low voice filled the quiet space in the room as he once again managed to put a voice to her thoughts. “Would you like to stay and watch?” Jacob’s gaze shifted to Tony and then back to her again, the look in his eyes even hotter than before. “Oh, hell, yeah.” His response was a deep rumble.

Tony looked down at her. “Would you like that, baby? Do you want Jacob in here watching us while we play?”

Bianca nodded mutely, her body practically humming with arousal. Tony leaned down and kissed her until she was breathless and moaning before he finally pulled away. He disappeared from view, and when he returned, he held a small candle in his hand. Bianca’s heart rate accelerated at the sight of the candle, and she knew exactly what he had in mind.

“Close your eyes.” Bianca’s eyes immediately fluttered closed. She felt Tony’s lips on one and then the other eyelid before he pressed another brief kiss against her lips. “Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them.”

Bianca kept her eyes tightly closed, and she all but panted as she waited for what would come next. Just when she thought she’d lose her mind from the anticipation, she felt the first drops of wax from the candle hit her skin.

“Ahh!” She inhaled sharply; the heat from the wax caused her back to arch off the table. The sensation was like nothing she’d ever felt before, an erotic merging of pleasure and pain that was stunning in its intensity and left her breathless and begging for more.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Tony purred. He didn’t bother to wait for her to respond, and Bianca felt several more drops trickle around her breasts and down her stomach.

“Oohhh…Tony!” she cried out again as the warmth from the hot wax spread over her like a sweet caress.