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The evening is brisk, a chill sweeping up her bare legs, signaling a change of season. She feels his arm slide over her shoulders, hugging her body to his, trying to warm her. She eases into him, making the walk back to her apartment more bearable. They reach the front steps to her building, and she turns to him with a smile. Without speaking, he grabs her in his arms. She looks up at his shadowed face, her body faltering against the hardness of his body. Then his mouth is on hers, soft yet urgent, the scent of him making her dizzy.
"Come up for a while," she murmurs against his lips. He follows her up the winding staircase to her apartment. She fumbles with her keys, drops them, nervous. He picks them up and smiles, reassuring her. The key slides in the lock, and she opens the door, bringing this man into her personal space, her little world away from reality.
He comes up behind her and grips her tightly, sliding his hands down her back, finding the hem of her dress and slipping beneath it. She moans as he touches the soft, sensitive flesh of her bare thighs and bottom. His lips lower to her neck as his fingers wander closer to her most aching spot, touching her gently over her moistened panties. She moans, leaning her head back onto his chest as his fingers slip the straps of her dress down her arms, the fabric falling into a silken pile onto the floor, leaving her almost naked. He pulls off her panties, propelling her to the bed, where she lies down on her back. Her eyes flutter shut as his mouth hungrily presses into her inner thighs, until she feels him bite into her flesh, the most exquisite pleasure washing over her...
Cassandra's eyes popped open, startled by the sudden, loud ringing of her phone. Her heart racing from her vivid dream and its interruption, she lifted the receiver to her ear.
"Detective Banks."
"There's been another one, Detective," a familiar voice said. Cassie recognized the caller as Jerry, one of the officers on duty for night patrol.
Another murder? "Where?" she asked, standing up quickly, then faltering with slight dizziness. Glancing at the nightstand, she realized it wasn't even six o'clock in the morning. Three hours of peace was apparently too much to ask for a working detective in this town.
"1280 Brampton. We can't reach Detective Samson, so you'd better get here quick."
"On my way."
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