Zaccaro

it have something to do with that new scar?” I murmur though there's no reason for me to care. We aren't blood, and we sure as heck can't have one last shag. No hurrah for us.
“Yup.”
Feeling like a klutz standing there with him, I place my hands in my pockets and warn myself not to stare as his partner watches us curiously while eating. I notice Evan’s eyes are a bit tired but the sparkle in them still has me borderline hypnotized.
Evan closes the space between us. “Reese, last night things got a little weird...”
“Yeah, your dad is shagging my mom,” I bite my lip. Tyrone is busily finishing off his first croissant having demolished a cream cheese Danish.
“I'm sure they won't last. Maybe a month, two tops.” He shrugs. “Especially since your mother seems to have a running record–”
“My mom?” I ask, slighted. Nobody can talk crap about Lolita regardless of her faults.
“I'm not here to discuss them.”
I cock an eyebrow.
Like a tiger advancing on his prey, he licks his lips, and moves in so close that I can sense his power. My heart skips a few beats within my chest cavity.
His voice is deliciously sinful. “We didn't finish our agreement.”
A giddy feeling overcomes me. “There were no signed documents, Detective Zaccaro.”
“Hmmm,” the cadence of his tone is likened to a tiger’s purr. Evan had done that very thing two nights ago, his mouth vibrating against my two other lips. I cross my legs at the ankle, cursing my entire body’s ability to scream out for just one taste.
“After that awkward dinner date, I had the feeling you would be less than agreeable, Miss Dunham.”
The left side of my full-lips pitch. Is he warning me?
“So I brought reinforcements.” He cocks his head to Tyrone.
For a second, I'm confused this is some good cop, bad cop stuff but I have my doubts that he shares.
Then Evan backs away, saying loudly, “See you tonight, little sister.” He winks.
My ears begin to burn as he puts me on the spot. Eyes shaded slightly, I choose not to reply but my face says it all.
There will be no more sex.

8
Evan
Around 8:15 p.m., the notion that I've been stood up settled into my bones. Now, the soft sound of rain settles the rush of my blood. I lean against the bathroom countertop, waiting patiently for Reese to turn off her shower.
A sweet, strawberry scent infuses in the air. I let my thumb course across the stubble of my chin as my mouth reminisces on the taste between those ample thighs.
The water stops. The fogged curtain parts and I notice that she's changed nail polish. The black polish has been replaced with a light pink, more Reese's speed. My mouth floods as I take her in from head to toe, curves for days, those nickel-sized nipples perked just so, breasts that fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. Those chocolate-brown curls call out to me.
She steps one foot onto a cupcake embroider rug. Then those rich brown orbs brighten, she almost falls back noticing me. I clasp her left forearm.
“Thanks,” an apology brings her plush lips into a wide smile. Then realization takes over. She sneers, “No, wait! Wh-what are you doing in my apartment?”
“We had arrangements for this evening, I cooked agnolotti-bolognese.” I grab the towel draped over the wicker basket, since those cute cheeks have reddened.
She snatches it saying, “Well, I didn't RSVP, big brother.”
Reese begins to wrap the towel around her. She glances at the door. I stand cemented in my spot, admiring the soft mist of her golden skin.
“Evan, honestly, how the hell did you get in my home? Oh boy, I have no doubt you cops think you're above the law! But the last time I checked, breaking and entering is ill–”
I step close to her. The warm steam between us parts ways. All she has to do is grant me the signal. There is no need for arguing like... siblings. “I can assure you that I always play it by the book, Reese.”
“Okay, by the books,” she scoffs. “Sure.”
“The lovely Maria offered her spare until I get a set.”
“Until you get a set?” Reese hastily knots the towel around her breasts that I've licked every inch of.
“Yes, she said almost all of your employees and your mom have a key. I only asked to come up, is all.” I smile adding, “Since I am your stepbrother, she felt obliged.”
Reese begins to walk past me. “You aren't my brother, and I'd prefer it–”
“No. I am not your fucking brother, Reese.” I grab her arm and press her moist, soft body to mine. “Why would I want to be related to you, when all I really desire is to fuck every inch of that beautiful body of yours? We should be putting those glorious lips of yours to good use. And the other night, you proved very well how that mouth was meant for my enjoyment.”
She gulps, chin jutted. “Look, regardless that we’re not related... What am I saying?”
“You’re not saying anything logical. Stop while ahead, beautiful.”
It's instinctive the way Reese bites the pink lushness of her bottom lip because she's calculating her every move. That ever crumbling brick wall surrounding Reese begins to be doused in liquid titanium as she continues to think. “You don't understand, Evan.”
“I understand very well. You don't fuck suits.” I’ll find out why later, for now she doesn’t need to fuck suits anyway, she needs to fuck me.
“Or cops, Evan.” She points a finger in my face.
I grab her tiny wrist, applying just enough pressure. Though, I enjoy the little tart, my eyes lock onto Reese’s, demanding her full attention. “The next time you place your hand in my face, you better be prepared to back it up.”
“Maybe I will,” Reese says vehemently. Then she clears her throat, composing herself. “In all honesty, there’ll never be a next time. The first time I let you touch me, was your last, and I was good and