Sinners – Part 2

Perry held Della's arm in his as they waited outside the restaurant for his car, his thumb surreptitiously caressing the soft skin of her hand. Paul had already said his goodbye as he had a hot date with the blonde waitress. Perry had just laughed and Della rolled her eyes playfully as he left. Della had noticed that Perry was unusually quiet since Paul's exit. Perry, while deep in thought, wanted to put his arm around her waist and pull her closer to block out the chill of the night air. However, aware of propriety, he forced himself to remain distant.

The car arrived momentarily and Perry helped her slide into the luxurious leather seat of the sleek, black Cadillac convertible, taking his opportunity to sneak a good look at her legs. He closed the door and hurried around to the other side, almost giddy with anticipation for his plans. Once behind the wheel, he smoothly maneuvered the car into traffic.

Now that they were alone, Della thought he might relax and open up. When he didn't, she decided to fish for his thoughts. He couldn't be brooding over a case because settling the Claremont/Fayette murders had closed everything but the normal day to day work. She only hoped they could have about a week without another murder to catch up on all those day to day items and the mail that always fell by the wayside during a murder trial.

Since it was Friday, he had no real reason for brooding at all. That meant that whatever he was contemplating had to be personal. In fact, he should have been happy to have an uninterrupted weekend for just the two of them. Damn…I'll bet he's going to ask me to marry him again. Might as well get it over. "Penny for your thoughts," she asked, scooting over in the seat and taking his right hand in hers.

"Hmmm? Oh, I was just …there's something that still bothers me about this case," he answered.

"What's that? I mean, you figured out the murderer of George Fayette, solved a cop killing and put a stop to at least some police corruption. So I don't see what else there can be."

"It's what you said at dinner when the whole mess started," he replied, squeezing her hand.

"What I said? What did I say?"

"You said, and I quote, 'That mink's a dream, moth holes and all'. Then you stared at it for most of the remainder of the evening until I slipped you into it. You spent the entire ride to the storage place ignoring me while you ran your hands all over it, and I didn't even get to take it off of you."

"I see. That's what's really bothering you then…the fact that you didn't get to take me out of it," she grinned, tickling his palm with her fingers.

He stilled her fingers and chuckled. "Yes and no."

He was definitely a conundrum. "What is that supposed to mean."

Yes, I'm disappointed I didn't get to take you out of it, but what puzzles me tonight is two-fold. One, that you don't have a mink coat which you richly deserve and, two, I'm the idiot that hasn't thought to give you a mink coat."

"Perry, I'm your secretary and everyone knows a secretary can't afford a mink coat. You don't need to buy me a mink coat. What would people say?"

He sighed in exasperation because this wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation and he never came out on top. "Della, we both know you're way more than just my secretary and I don't give a damn what other people say or think. I care about you…dammit… I LOVE you and you deserve everything in the world that I could ever give you and I WANT to give you those things. I should be able to give you anything I want. No one works harder than you and if you haven't earned a bonus then I don't know who ever would." If you'd agree to marry me, then it wouldn't matter anyway.

His earlier giddy mood deflated, he parked the car in his spot and shut off the engine, but he didn't move to get out. "I suppose I should have asked this earlier. Would you rather I took you home," he asked quietly?

She reached up and turned his face to look at her. "No," she answered softly, "and, Perry, you spoil me in every way that matters. I don't need expensive gifts to know how much you love me…all I need is you and right now what I really need is for you to take me upstairs to bed," she whispered, leaning in for a sensual kiss and letting her hand slide down his neck and chest, stopping at his belt.

He groaned when her lips left his and landed on his ear, biting it gently. "And what if we don't make it to bed," he asked in a desire laden voice?

"Mmm…well…we BOTH… know… I'm… flexible," she teased, while her naughty hand moved further south below his belt. Just as suddenly as she'd started, she pulled away and slipped out of the car. "Coming," she asked with a wicked grin just before she closed the door?

He didn't really remember making it from the car to the elevator. He remembered heated kisses, pressing her against the elevator wall, his hands on her behind and abruptly breaking away from her as the elevator door opened, and he vaguely remembered Della talking to whoever had entered. He remained silent, slowing his breathing and letting coherent thought return to him. He was exceedingly happy that he had on his cover his loss of composure and also that he could steer the evening back to his original plan.

When his neighbor, whose name he couldn't recall, exited, and Della would have resumed their interlude, he gave her a wicked dimpled grin. "Patience my dear temptress," he said, pressing his finger to her lips. "I have a plan for this evening. You were ALMOST successful in your plot to derail it, but it seems divine intervention has once again prevailed."

His grin was met with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous grin of her own. "Divine intervention, huh? For sinners?"

"Yes ma'am," he grinned. "They're the ones that need it most, so come on Sister Sinner," he winked, taking her arm and leading her down the hallway to his door. Unlocking it, he stepped aside for her to enter ahead him, hoping everything was ready as he'd planned.

"What have you done," she asked, turning to be silhouetted by the roaring fire? He closed the door, removing his overcoat and tossing it nonchalantly to the chair "Set up a romantic evening for the woman I love," he replied as though without a care in the world. "Would you like some champagne? We didn't have any at dinner and it is a celebration after all." Without waiting for her answer, he opened the bottle with his back to her and poured two flutes of the chilled liquid. He turned to hand her the glass, noticing she had removed her coat and added it and her purse to the pile on the chair which pleased him immensely.

"To crime," he said softly, "and, of course, sinners."

It was her turn to laugh then, both of them emptying the champagne flutes. He took hers and tossed both of them to the sofa without care and pulled her close, interlocking his fingers at the small of her back. For a moment, he was content to simply look at her face; her gorgeous eyes twinkling in the firelight and those luscious, kissable lips. Slowly, he leaned in for a deliciously tempting kiss. When she would have deepened it, he pulled away and brought his thumb to caress her lower lip. "How much do you trust me," he whispered?

Uh oh. What kind of game is he playing? This is definitely a new way of proposing. "Unconventionally unconditionally."

"That's my girl," he laughed, removing his tie. "Close your eyes."

"Perry…"

"Della," he replied in a tone that brooked no questioning.

She sighed and complied with a roll of her eyes. He would have laughed again at her surrender, but he was riveted to his thoughts. He looped the silk tie gently over her eyes and tied it securely behind her head. "Not too tight?"

"No."

"Can you see anything," he asked, waving his hand in front of her face?

"No," she pouted, rolling her eyes once more behind the makeshift blindfold.

"Good." She felt him take her hands and lead her away from where she stood. Finally he stopped them and she really had no idea where they were in his apartment. She felt his hands move up her arms, over her shoulders and neck to her ears. Caressing softly, he removed both earrings. She could feel his breath on her neck and hear the whispers of what he had planned for her body just before he gently bit her earlobe. Her knees weakened momentarily, making him grin with intensity as he supported her.

"Mmmm…I take that to mean you consent your willingness to be devoured by my sinful wishes," he whispered.

All she could do was nod and grasp his shoulders as his lips continued to tease her neck and ear.

His hands found the hem of the turtleneck sweater she wore and lifted it upward, careful of the blindfold. Tossing it aside, he checked the blindfold once more before letting his hands caress down her neck and shoulders. Her bra quickly joined her sweater, to be replaced by his hungry mouth and strong hands.

She closed her eyes behind the blindfold and her head fell backward in pleasure as a moan of his name escaped her lips. Her hands instinctively tangled in his hair encouragingly, not that he needed it.

Soon she was divested of her skirt and she could feel him kneeling before her. He lifted one foot to his thigh as he unfastened the garter and sensuously rolled her stocking off, kissing bared flesh as he did so and repeating the process on the other leg.

Della's hands squeezed his shoulders as she struggled not to melt into a pool of jelly. "God, Perry, please," she whispered, her voice almost unhinged.

His fingers trailed over the lacy fabric of her ever so sexy white panties. "Patience, my dear," he answered softly. His own body was screaming at him as well but he denied his desire, feasting his eyes over the perfect gift before him. Apropos that we're discussing sinners and she's wearing white. She's definitely a saint and I am most decidedly a sinner with corruption on my mind. We're definitely going to have to go to confession after tonight. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, took a deep breath and stood. "Don't move," he whispered into her ear, his tongue teasing her with the promise of her imminent pleasure.

A moment later, he returned and slipped her arms into a garment. "Don't touch anything until I tell you," he commanded, sliding his hands down her arms.

It was heavy…much heavier than a robe…surely he hadn't. Coherent thought was once again lost as his lips trailed tender kisses down her naked skin, his tongue swirling and teasing her sensitive bosom. The trail led between her breasts to the hem of her panties which he took in his teeth. His hands joined and soon she was completely naked except for the garment he'd given her. His lips teased around the edges of what her panties had hidden and his fingers gently explored, driving her insane. "You can remove the blindfold," he whispered between heated kisses.

She did as instructed and gasped out loud at the most erotic scene she'd ever witnessed. There she stood in front of his full length mirror wearing nothing but a mink coat and being pleasured by a silver tongued devil. Sinners, indeed.