Confess (The Blue Line Series Book 1) by Phillips Reagan

Author:Phillips, Reagan [Phillips, Reagan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: A Blue Line Series Novel
Publisher: Reagan Phillips
Published: 2015-05-19T07:00:00+00:00

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He didn’t snore. Lacy noticed that right off, though she hadn’t expected him to. Men as uptight as Mitch never snored.

Lying on his stomach, he’d draped one arm over her middle and laced a heavy thigh through her legs, pinning her to the bed.

He’d been gracious enough to let her escape for a few minutes after they’d both regained their breath. He’d directed her to the towels under the sink in the bathroom and given her a lighter, yet still fully satisfying, pop on her ass as she retreated for the sanctity of the bathroom. Cleaned and refreshed, she returned and nuzzled into the warmth and safety of his arms and fell into a dreamless sleep.

That had been hours ago, though, she’d lost track of time listening to the sounds of the house breathing around her and the lap of the river outside the cracked French doors that led to a private deck off the bedroom. Antsy and more than a tad curious, she needed to be up and moving around. Maybe a little movement and snooping would settle her enough to fall asleep again.

Mitch pulled her back down with his heavy arm when she tried to escape. He turned to his side and groaned, pulling her into him until his erection dug into her back. How could he still be hard? Or was this new, brought on by a dream? She should wake him. Should see if he’d take her again half asleep and more willing to give his power over to her.

The urge to forget the call of nature, to snuggle into him and never come up for air again was strong, but with a little extra effort, she pulled free from his weight. The extra effort knocked her foot into the dresser and sent the forgotten case files sailing across the bedroom floor.

“Shit,” Lacy cursed under her breath and pulled the askew papers from all directions back into a pile.

Cops had a thing about their files. She’d learned from her father and in later years, her brother. Files were weapons. Researched, concise, priceless upper-hands in the fight against evil.

She dropped to her knees and glanced up to catch Mitch still sleeping, the hint of a smile riding his lips like a well-kept secret.

Damn, the man had a split personality even at rest. The hard lines of his face softened where his cheek sank into the pillow, and the ever present crease of concentration normally etched into his forehead like a tattoo faded into his skin.

One day, she’d like to get to know this side of him, too, she thought before the edge of a page caught the tender skin between her fingers and left a shallow yet painful scrape.

Lacy pressed her pained finger to her mouth and sucked. Damn cops and their files.

She shuffled the papers, pushing the edges flush with her palm when the light from the hall illuminated the name typed neatly along the outer tab before her thumb covered the lettering.

It had to be the light, or maybe her head was still too foggy from sleep.

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