On Dangerous Ground by D. L. Line

Author:D. L. Line [Line, D. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Lesbian, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense, bold, strokes, e-books, BSB, ebooks
ISBN: 9781602821132
Google: 6qx4PgAACAAJ
Amazon: B0045JL560
Publisher: Bella Distribution
Published: 2009-08-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter sixteen

Jen could smell the scents of the dance floor. Sweat mingled with smoke, cologne, and spilled beer. She could feel the body behind her. Slightly sweaty, tight tank top, breasts pressed lightly into her back; well-muscled arms raised high overhead, dancing with abandon. She reached back, grabbing a pocket of the cargo pants, pulling the dancer closer, feeling Terri’s pelvis lightly grind into her ass. God, that felt good. She allowed her own head to roll back, mouth open, savoring the delicious sensation all over her back as the lights flashed through her closed eyelids and the music drove them onward. She could feel the rumble of the tires…

Tires! “Oh, shit!” Jen felt the tires contact the rumble strips on the side of the highway, shaking her from the grip of the incredibly vivid memory. Pulling the wheel hard to the left to regain control, she silently thanked the Virginia Department of Transportation for the warning that kept her SUV from contacting the guardrail. “Rosenberg, get a grip. It’s only one more hour.” She shook her head and grabbed the travel mug in the cup holder between the front seats. Bracing herself with a long drink of her coffee, she released the last images of her night out at the bar with Terri and Bobby.

She spent a lot of time living in her own head with the

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memories of the stunning Agent McKinnon, replaying every moment they had spent together since the day they met. Sure, they’d talked on the phone, a lot. Pretty much every day. There was even a flirty e-mail or two (or twelve). She’d also made good on her promise to share details with Joe. Well, not every detail. A girl had to keep something for herself, after all. She smiled a little and licked her lips in anticipation of what might transpire this weekend. Home-cooked meal, a glass or two of wine with dinner, maybe some ice cream, dripping into the cleavage between those glorious tits, straddling her lap as she licked it off…

“Rosenberg, stop! There’s more going on here than that.”

There really was. Jen was a little confused by the whole thing. Not only did they talk on the phone, but Jen found herself counting the hours and minutes until the next time they talked. She caught herself wondering what Terri was doing during the times that they weren’t on the phone. And it wasn’t just about the sex. Jen missed seeing Terri when she wasn’t around. So much it almost hurt.

“Oh, shit, Rosenberg,” she warned her reflection in the rearview mirror. “You’re falling and you’re falling hard.” The realization hit Jen like a ton of bricks.

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Jen pulled into the driveway of the townhouse after a short battle through the Friday afternoon traffic of Connecticut Avenue. The front door opened and her own personal fantasy cop came bounding down the steps. Terri opened the car door and grabbed Jen by the shoulders as she stepped out, pulling her into an incredibly warm, wet kiss.

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