The Casanova Killer (A Glasgow Noir Novella Book 1) by Gavin Graham

Author:Gavin Graham [Graham, Gavin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Global Press Associates
Published: 2018-09-06T22:00:00+00:00

It rained heavily on the pavement outside and, if you listened carefully, from an apartment window on the fifth floor you would hear the sound of a woman lost in sexual abandon.

Siobhan was loud and she swore like a trucker in bed; she was what The Swede referred to as a ‘screamer’. She always liked her men to be on-top and to dominate her sexually, driving into her. The duvet had been pushed down to the floor and she wailed like a banshee as DI McGhee pinned her butt to the mattress, focussed, grinding his teeth, like a Marine doing a marathon of push-ups. He was pushing hard with his lower-end and the woman who lay beneath was like his Drill Master, coaxing him to push more, with eagerness and need.

“More! More! Fuuuck! Fuck me Jimmy…fuck me harder!” she was shouting and moaning like she wanted the whole world to know that she was being shagged senseless by the one and only, Jimmy McGhee. He was kissing and sucking on her neck and the more she felt his tongue on the sensitive softness of her flesh, the more wild and vocal she got. She dug her nails into his sweat-lace back, and with each thrusting clench of his buttocks, the closer they both got to a combined climax.

Soon, they came together, in chaotic synergy. Thunder and lightning raged and crackled outside as the rain battered against the windows and a Paul Weller track played timidly in the background.

They panted and laughed, wildly, as the mist settled and he rolled over onto his back to lay on the bed beside her.

“Jesus Christ, you really are a good shag.”

“As are you, young lady…”

“Listen, I don’t want the Boss finding out about this…”

“What do you take me for? Look, we are not an ‘item’, OK? I’m young, free and single, right?”

“Aye, right…” McGhee replied, but the thought of her being with any other man made him ignite inside with mixed emotions. “Fancy a whisky?”

“As long as its a single malt, no cheap stuff.”

McGhee chuckled as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and he bent down to pull on his underwear. Just then, his phone vibrated on the side-table. Both their eyes turned to the device and they shared a glance at one another.

They both thought the same thing - that there had been another murder…

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