regain Gungnir.
Tyr would hardly be able to ignore this . He would be forced out of hiding to deal with the damage, and when he did, Grimm would have him.
Grimm could feel his balls tightening, his muscles clenching off and on as Rina’s talented tongue edged him closer to orgasm. He laughed as his orgasm raced through him, erupting out of his cock and into his lover’s willing mouth.
He sighed in satisfaction as the last of his come was sucked out of him by Rina’s warm mouth. In the distance, the windows of Tyr’s house were an inch thick in ice, glittering beautifully in the streetlights. He could just barely hear the first of the pipes bursting inside.
Rina lifted her head from his lap and nibbled gently on his neck. She practically purred against him.
“Nicely done, my dear.” He nipped her ear, savoring her shudder. “I must say it was a pleasurable addition to such a simple spell.”
He could feel her smile against his neck. “I live to please.”
The strange thing was she was telling the truth . Grimm hadn’t fed an apple to Rina in over a month. Any effects they might have had over her were gone. Instead of diminishing her passion for him, she’d become even more devoted to him.
She’d even come up with a way to pay Val back. Her errant son was in for a world of hurt when his pissed-off mother got a hold of him.
Grimm pulled Rina off his neck. “Time to go.”
“And then time to come?”
He enjoyed the sexy smirk on Rina’s face as she caressed his spent cock. “Anything for you, my sweet.” He put the car into gear and pulled away from Tyr’s house, uncaring that his cock was still exposed. After all, if he got stopped, he was confident he could talk himself out of a ticket.
Chapter Seven
Toni Mancinelli sat eating a pint of Chunky Monkey and watching Project Runway reruns on Bravo, but she was having a hard time rooting for her favorite designer. Her mind kept returning to the Grimm case.
Why is this not meshing for me? Something about the way Danny had presented the evidence just didn’t sit right with her, and she couldn’t put her finger on why. The DA loved it, Cap loved it, the judges loved it. Hell, at first even she had loved it.
But the more she studied it the more she didn’t trust it. Every instinct she had said she was being snowed, and by an expert. She planned on keeping a closer eye on Danny-boy from now on.
Still, if anyone could fuck around with cops it would be Travis Yardley-Rudiger. He’d worked with them often enough to know how they thought. Planting evidence at a scene would be no big deal. She’d just have to see what the test results came back with. If they confirmed what Danny had told her, good enough.
If they didn’t, there would be hell to pay.
She took another bite of ice cream, rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath as Sissybear was once again robbed of his time in Bryant Park. All because of some human hair?
Puh-lease. Grow a pair, people. I still want that retro jacket.
Jamie stretched, smiling in the early morning light. “Mmm.” Every muscle felt loose and liquid, just the way she liked it. She was warm and cozy, and best of all, no alarm clock was going off. Must be Sunday. I love Sundays. She yawned, opening her eyes.
She frowned. She didn’t recognize the room she was in at first, but then memory came back in a horrifying rush. She rubbed her eyes with her hands, trying to take in everything that had happened last night.
“Morning.”
She stifled a shriek. “Good morning, Travis.”
“You forgot I was here, didn’t you?”
She peeked from between her fingers. “I knew.”
“Uh-huh.”
She sniffed. “Is Logan making breakfast?”
“Nice subject change, and yes, I think he is.”
She stuck her tongue out.
He laughed, pulling her into his arms. “Can I have a good morning kiss?”
“Ew.”
One dark blond brow rose in disbelief. “Ew. I ask for a kiss and get an ew?”
She wrinkled her nose at him.
Tyr would hardly be able to ignore this . He would be forced out of hiding to deal with the damage, and when he did, Grimm would have him.
Grimm could feel his balls tightening, his muscles clenching off and on as Rina’s talented tongue edged him closer to orgasm. He laughed as his orgasm raced through him, erupting out of his cock and into his lover’s willing mouth.
He sighed in satisfaction as the last of his come was sucked out of him by Rina’s warm mouth. In the distance, the windows of Tyr’s house were an inch thick in ice, glittering beautifully in the streetlights. He could just barely hear the first of the pipes bursting inside.
Rina lifted her head from his lap and nibbled gently on his neck. She practically purred against him.
“Nicely done, my dear.” He nipped her ear, savoring her shudder. “I must say it was a pleasurable addition to such a simple spell.”
He could feel her smile against his neck. “I live to please.”
The strange thing was she was telling the truth . Grimm hadn’t fed an apple to Rina in over a month. Any effects they might have had over her were gone. Instead of diminishing her passion for him, she’d become even more devoted to him.
She’d even come up with a way to pay Val back. Her errant son was in for a world of hurt when his pissed-off mother got a hold of him.
Grimm pulled Rina off his neck. “Time to go.”
“And then time to come?”
He enjoyed the sexy smirk on Rina’s face as she caressed his spent cock. “Anything for you, my sweet.” He put the car into gear and pulled away from Tyr’s house, uncaring that his cock was still exposed. After all, if he got stopped, he was confident he could talk himself out of a ticket.
Chapter Seven
Toni Mancinelli sat eating a pint of Chunky Monkey and watching Project Runway reruns on Bravo, but she was having a hard time rooting for her favorite designer. Her mind kept returning to the Grimm case.
Why is this not meshing for me? Something about the way Danny had presented the evidence just didn’t sit right with her, and she couldn’t put her finger on why. The DA loved it, Cap loved it, the judges loved it. Hell, at first even she had loved it.
But the more she studied it the more she didn’t trust it. Every instinct she had said she was being snowed, and by an expert. She planned on keeping a closer eye on Danny-boy from now on.
Still, if anyone could fuck around with cops it would be Travis Yardley-Rudiger. He’d worked with them often enough to know how they thought. Planting evidence at a scene would be no big deal. She’d just have to see what the test results came back with. If they confirmed what Danny had told her, good enough.
If they didn’t, there would be hell to pay.
She took another bite of ice cream, rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath as Sissybear was once again robbed of his time in Bryant Park. All because of some human hair?
Puh-lease. Grow a pair, people. I still want that retro jacket.
Jamie stretched, smiling in the early morning light. “Mmm.” Every muscle felt loose and liquid, just the way she liked it. She was warm and cozy, and best of all, no alarm clock was going off. Must be Sunday. I love Sundays. She yawned, opening her eyes.
She frowned. She didn’t recognize the room she was in at first, but then memory came back in a horrifying rush. She rubbed her eyes with her hands, trying to take in everything that had happened last night.
“Morning.”
She stifled a shriek. “Good morning, Travis.”
“You forgot I was here, didn’t you?”
She peeked from between her fingers. “I knew.”
“Uh-huh.”
She sniffed. “Is Logan making breakfast?”
“Nice subject change, and yes, I think he is.”
She stuck her tongue out.
He laughed, pulling her into his arms. “Can I have a good morning kiss?”
“Ew.”
One dark blond brow rose in disbelief. “Ew. I ask for a kiss and get an ew?”
She wrinkled her nose at him.
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