Covet

Covet by Anne McClean Read Free Book Online

Book: Covet by Anne McClean Read Free Book Online
Authors: Anne McClean
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    By the time he caught up to her she was outside stumbling toward a vehicle.  He grabbed her around the waist as she lost her footing. She inhaled sharply.
     
    The feel of his hand on her bare skin caught her by surprise the sensation left her feeling instantly sober. Her reaction didn’t go unnoticed. It caught him off guard also.
     
    Her skin was so soft...instinctively his thumb began to gently caress her spine. Although the smell of alcohol was pungent on her, her sweet scent lingered just beneath.
     
    He inhaled deeply savoring the feel of her in his arms and the cock stirring scent he just couldn’t make out. His cock grew hard instantly. He reached for the passenger door and paused as he noticed her breathing changed. It was slow and deep…She was sound asleep. He smiled and shook his head. Wow, she is hammered but still fucking gorgeous.
     
    Opening the passenger door of his black Audi A8, he gently placed her on the seat securing the seat belt; he realized her dress had hiked up far above her thigh.
     
    He got a full view of her bare pussy…the sight made hos mouth water and his already stiffening cock grew instantly hard. Adjusting his cock to the right, he thought, Fuck! It’s going to be a long night.
     
    He closed the passenger door and had a conscience crisis, where should I take her? My place is an extremely bad idea….Fuck it, my place it is. At least you can keep an eye in here. His cock agreed. Traffic was on his side all green lights all the way. He arrived home quickly.
     
    Pulling into the garage he glanced over at her and she was still sound asleep. She stirred, good he thought she still alive . Now comes the really hard part, getting her out of the car, onto the couch without touching her.
     
    Breathing heavily Merrick sighed and reached for the door. What the fuck did I get myself into? Frustrated both sexually and mentally. He walked around to the passenger door to retrieve the object of his bane; the 5’8” tall, raven haired, violet eyed, sharp-tongued District Attorney.
     
    He opened the door; careful to avert his eyes and reached for her dress quickly pulling it down. The sight of her bare pussy was too tempting and distracting. Removing his jacket he draped it over her and lifted her into his arms, closing the door with his foot.
     
    She was lighter than he remembered, her head rested on his shoulder. Her breathing was still remarkably slow and steady. He was thankful that she was still asleep; he was spared the sting of her sharp tongue or her deafening silence for the moment.
     
    Had she awoken it would’ve undoubtedly been… well it would’ve been a lot harder getting her to comply.
     
    Walking past the living room he went up the stairs to the bedroom. His bedroom. Placing her on the bed, he got to work. He removed her shoes and tossed them across the room revealing well-manicured feet.
     
    Moving up her long shapely legs he stopped at the hem of her dress. The sight of her bare pussy flashed into his head . Yeah right, like it ever left.
     
    His dick twitched uncomfortably in his sweats pants. What are you doing, Merrick? Stop staring at her; she’s unconscious for God’s sake! You've never taken a woman against her will not even a stunningly beautiful one. Oh, and just in case you have any misgivings. She’s the fucking D.A. and you are an F.B.I agent. They will put your ass deep under the jail.
     
    That familiar dual frustration began creeping in again. Jerking off in the shower seemed like the order of the night. Fuck it, the dress will have to stay on, it’s safer that way for both of them.
     
    He yanked the cover over her glorious body in frustration. She stirred softly moaning in unconscious approval.
     
    Not knowing how much longer he could restrain himself from climbing into bed next to her, he left. Taking one final glance at her before heading to the shower.
     
    ***
    ‘ This is bullshit’, he thought! You get her alone in

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