The Inspector Walter Darriteau Murder Mysteries - Books 1-4 by David Carter (best finance books of all time .txt) 📕

were then. Stronger, feistier,” he says, a smile tilting his lips seductively. “And I’ve gotten you a gift, to show you just how proud I am of you.”

Lycan reaches into his pocket. His eyes locked on mine, holding me hostage as he hands me a set of keys. There’s a little heart-shaped locket on it, and attached to the silver keyring, is a card which shimmers under the candlelight.

On the front is my name, Scarlett Shaw, with my job title below, CEO – S. Shaw Media. The lettering done in gold, against the black background of the card makes the wording pop. Running along the bottom of the business card is my cell phone number, along with an email address and website.

“This…” Words fail me as I try to fathom what he’s done. “Where do the keys go?” I flick my gaze between my husband and the gift in my hand.

“They’re offices in the Shaw building in New York, top floor beside mine.” There’s a hint of satisfaction on his handsome face. One that makes every inch of my body burn with the need to kiss him, to climb into his lap and forget about dinner.

“You got me offices even though I won’t be there?”

“We’ll visit before you give birth, and the twins will be able to travel afterward, so there’s no need for you not to go to the office.” He takes my hand in his. “I wanted you to have the career you always dreamed of, but I couldn’t have you too far from me, so you’ll have to live with working next door to your husband.” He winks, and my heart catapults wildly in my chest.

This man.

“I think I can deal with that,” I tease, but I’m already moving, sliding into his lap, into his arms, and my lips find his easily as I enjoy the softness of his mouth against mine. This is my life, my future, and I doubt I could be happier. “Oh!”

Lycan’s eyes widen in fear and shock when I cry out, but it’s only a kick against my stomach. Taking his hand, I place it on my swollen belly, allowing him to feel the movement which has pride shining in those perfectly gentle green eyes.

The eyes I fell in love with. And the eyes I want to look into every day for the rest of my life. “Am I dreaming?” I ask, laying my head on his shoulder.

“No. This is the fairy tale you’ve been dreaming of all your life, little red,” he taunts, pressing soft kisses to my cheeks, mouth, ear. He even tugs at my long hair as I nestle into his warmth.

“Mmm, I don’t think Red Riding Hood actually marries the wolf,” I tell him, as I recall the ending of the story.

“Well, don’t you think it’s time to rewrite the story?” Lycan whispers along my cheek. His lips grasp my ear, and he bites down hard on the sensitive lobe, sending heat coursing through my body, pooling between my thighs.

“I think that sounds like a good idea, Mr. Shaw,” I tell him, turning to look at the man I love. “Now, you better eat your dinner before it gets cold.” I move to shift from his lap, but he holds me tighter. His arms a vise around my waist.

“How about I get dessert first?” he taunts in a low growl. “The wolf always gets what he wants, and right now, he’s fucking starving, for his pretty little red.” He doesn’t wait for my answer before he lifts me onto the table, the place setting clattering against the smooth wooden surface.

I don’t have time to think as his hands explore my thighs, my yoga leggings are tight against me, and the heat coming from my pussy has him growling when his fingers taunt me through the thin, flimsy material.

“My little red is all wet, soaking her panties for me,” Lycan murmurs as he looks up at me through dark lashes, a predator ready to devour his prey. I’m about to respond when his hands grip the material, and rip the gusset, opening me to his fiery stare. He shoves my panties to the side, and his mouth latches onto my clit, sending me reeling as I lean back on my elbows, watching him lick and lave at my entrance.

His tongue dances along my slit, flicking my hardened nub as he teases me into submission. My legs tremble when he inserts two fingers inside me, and he taunts my opening, sliding in and out slowly. He doesn’t touch my G spot, merely teases until I’m a trembling, soaking mess. My arousal drips from my body, his fingers coated with it, the slickness allowing him to slip a third finger in and I’m lost to the pleasure.

I cry out when his free hand slaps my mound. The trickle of pained pleasure sends me to the edge. I’m so close, so needy for my orgasm, I can’t think straight. He swats my pussy again, and again, until I’m flying over the edge in a screaming cry, calling his name.

My whole body shaking as I open my eyes to find him smiling at me, his mouth wet with my juices, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “Now that’s what I call a delicious fucking meal.”

Lycan

Four years later

Giggles and my wife’s sweet voice filter through my office window as they play out in the garden. The twins are going to be three, and with them racing around the property already, we’ve had a fence built around the edge of the property line to ensure they don’t venture into the woods. But Scarlett knows there’s a small gate just waiting for us to escape through if we want to play out there.

While watching them, I think back to how this all started, how it almost all ended, and what it’s like now. I didn’t expect her to take a hold of me and never let go. When we met, she