I continue fucking her pussy with my tongue, enjoying the taste of her. I could spend all day eating her pussy and never tire, but my cock is rock hard, wanting to be inside her. I just need her to come one more time before I allow myself the pleasure of being sheathed by her.
I delve my tongue deeper, while my thumb plays with her clit. Mya is writhing from the onslaught of pleasure I am giving her.
I feel her walls tighten, and I can taste her orgasm before she explodes, and her juices flood my tongue.
“Shane,” she calls out, and I continue lapping up her juices.
Once I’ve had my fill for the moment, I kiss up her glistening body, stopping to suck on her nipples as I line my cock at her entrance.
“Please,” she says, and I thrust into her deeply.
‘“Fuck,” I growl out, before I pull back and then push back in, deeper than before. I stare into her eyes before I take her lips in a kiss. Rotating my hips, I go deeper as her legs go higher.
“Damn, you feel so good, Mya,” I whisper to her.
“Yes, so good,” she says as her hands are running down my back. I kiss her neck before I pick up the pace. Both of us are so close to coming, I can feel it.
“Oh, God, Shane, more,” she calls out, and I begin to pound into her.
I can feel her legs quiver and her pussy tighten, “That’s it, baby, give it to me,” I tell her as I quicken my pace, needing her to come because I can’t hold off much longer.
“Come for me, love,” I tell her, and we both come at the same time, me pushing into her deep as streams of my cum fill her, and I see white stars.
“Mya,” I call out as she screams my name.
We spend five minutes holding each other, getting our breathing back before I finally pull out of her. I lay beside her, pulling her close to me as we both close our eyes.
Chapter Twenty-One
MYA
I’m woken by the ringing of a phone, and I hear Shane grumble as he rolls over. “It’s mine,” he grumbles as he answers.
“Maguire.”
“Where?”
“I’m on my way,” he says as he hangs up.
He looks over at me and says, “Well, love, that was a nice little break, but we have a couple of bodies that were found in the Charles River, and I have to go.”
“I understand. Want me to come with you?” I ask him.
“If you would like,” he tells me, getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on, and as much as I would love to spend the day in bed, I don’t want to do it by myself, so I get up and join him in the shower.
We both make quick work of washing up, drying, and getting dressed. I quickly braid and pin my hair before sliding into my shoes, grabbing my phone, and meeting Shane downstairs, where I grab my laptop bag, and we walk out the door.
Shane drives us to the crime scene, and once we get there, I realize the location is not far from Boston General.
I follow Shane down a path flanked by trees until it opens up, and you can see the river. If not for all the police, crime techs, and police tape, this place would be absolutely stunning.
I watch Shane walk over to the officer, standing on the outside of the crime scene tape, and he speaks to him before calling me over.
“This is FBI Agent Mya Morgan, she will be accompanying me,” Shane tells the officer before the tape is lifted, and we both walk under it and toward the two bodies at the river’s edge. I see the coroner standing over the bodies, assessing them.
“What do we have, Max?” Shane asks, and I look around for Nora, but I don’t see her yet.
“Ahh, Detective Maguire. We have a female and male, both have been dead over forty-eight hours, both have their throats slit and other than that, I’m afraid I can’t tell you anything more until I conduct the autopsy.”
“How were they found?” Shane asks.
“A couple of boaters found them floating out there and called it in. The dive team went and retrieved them,” Max explains.
I look at the bodies, and though they are bloated from being in the water, I know them.
“Mr. Fields and Ms. Fischer,” I say out loud.
“You know who they are?” Max asks.
“Yeah, they are both Directors at Boston General and have been missing for a few days,” Shane tells him, rubbing his hand across his face.
“I’ll get the bodies back to the morgue, confirm that these are the missing persons you think they are, and conduct the autopsies. Once I have something more, I’ll let you know,” Max tells us both.
“Thanks, Max,” Shane says before coming to stand next to me as I look around, taking in the area.
Nora walks up, “Where have you been?” Shane asks her.
