AN: I'd like to give a shout out to LeahLIU, she had left a review in Plus one saying that they talk about my fics in a POI forum in China! Woot. I've gone international. LeahLIU please tell your friends thank you for reading my fics and I'm glad you like them enough to talk about them!
AN2: My Skimmer friend, skim past the first section . . . Hope you read Author's Notes.
Chapter 1:
Bracing herself with her palms pressed flat against his chest, Zoe set the pace as she began to move, very slowly at first but speeding up slightly with each and every movement. Resting one hand gently on her hip, John used his other hand to caress her skin, delicately, wherever he could reach.
His attention was so absorbed in her, watching her every move, each movement brought them closer to the end. She looked beautiful, John thought. Her hair flowing as her head was thrown back, her flawless porcelain skin flushed with awakening, the striking look on her face as she surrendered to the pleasure.
His body reacted quickly to hers, moving forcefully. She buckled onto him, her face coming to rest against his neck, their still-joined, sweat-soaked bodies trembling in the aftermath. As soon as their breathing returned to a somewhat normal beat, John's phone rang.
"Yes, Finch." John answered.
"Are you okay Mr. Reese? You sound a little breathless."
"Just being put through my paces. Do we have a new target?" John heard a snort at his neck.
"Sadly, yes. I know we just finished up one a few hours ago, but these numbers don't wait."
"I'll be right there."
Zoe raised her head from its hiding place in John's neck. "Gotta go eh?"
John nodded then gently moved her off of him and to the bed.
"Hey lover boy, hand me Nora's red panties would you?" Zoe quipped referring to the underwear set that John had gotten her for Christmas.
"Stop calling them that." He said through gritted teeth tossing her the damned skivvies.
Detective Lionel Fusco arrived at the crime scene not bright eyed or bushy tailed. He and Rhonda had been out late the night before and ballroom dancing until the wee hours of the morning. Carter chuckled at him.
"Morning Fusco," she greeted him merrily as he approached. "Tough night?"
"Never better," he grumbled.
"Took you long enough," Pete, the ME said, standing up.
"Sorry," Carter apologized. "Someone got a slow start this morning." She looked down at the body, which was face down on the floor. "What do you have?"
Detective Carter took in the crime scene. NYPD Homicide Task Force had been called in early in morning when the body of David Winslow CEO of Winslow Research and Development had been discovered. He died of apparent gunshot wounds to the chest. His chest was soaked in blood from the two wounds, and his hands were red, as though he'd tried to stop the bleeding.
"COD, two GSWs to the chest," Pete said, pointing to the exit wounds on the victim's back. "CSU is collecting what rounds they can. Time of death was between ten p.m. and two in the morning."
"Murder weapon?" Fusco asked.
"None so far," Pete said.
"One of the CSU's got lucky. Found a couple of strands of long, dark hair from the victim's clothes. Skin tags still attached. And a glass with some finger prints with decent ridge detail. Oh and some rather sexy red lace panties. Safe to say, they aren't the vic's."
"We'll go through his stuff here, see what we can figure out who saw him last night and what time the maid came in." Carter said.
Lionel was looking at what appeared to be a calendar. "Looks like . . . oh crap . . . " Fusco said.
"Did you find something Fusco?"
"Yeah. Last appointment last night was Zoe Morgan."