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Sinful

It was so sexy and so forbidden that it was absolutely sinful. If only her father could see her now. He'd have a heart attack.

She'd left a card on his desk asking him to come over to her place at 8 o'clock for a drink or two. He'd shown up right on time and he was very impressed by her swank penthouse. She's made martinis for them and they sipped them as they made conversation.

She loved hearing about his travels all over the world. She'd been dying to go to all the places he'd been in his life. Then, he said that maybe someday he'd take her on a journey to all the places she longed to go to. And he liked hearing about her life just as much. She was beautiful, intelligent and intriguing and he was either in lust or in love.

It could have been both.

But either way, before either one knew what was happening, they were reclined on her couch, kissing passionately, hands running over the curves in each other's bodies. Soon enough, there was a trail of clothes leading to her bedroom and they were burning up her 500-dollar sheets. It had to be the best sex either one of them had ever experienced in their entire lives.

He knew that she was passionate about everything else in life. Why should sex be any different?

She had always thought that he simply pulsed with sexual energy. He simply exuded sexuality just breathing. She didn't expect him to be any less in the bedroom. And much to her delight, he wasn't.  She had never been made love to so passionately before in her entire life.

For the two of them, it was like achieving Nirvana…over and over and over again.

The next morning, she was awoken by the sound of him moving about her bedroom searching for his clothing.

"Where are you going?" she asked, stretching herself out in her king sized bed. "It's only seven-fifteen in the morning."

"I got called in a few minutes ago. Gotta go meet my partner." He replied. "Now where did I put my tie?"

"It's draped over the arm of my sofa." She replied.

In the morning sunlight coming in through her bedroom window, resembled a goddess to his eyes. Her hair, skin and eyes seemed to glow, illuminated by nature's light. She smiled at him and relaxed against the pillows. "Last night was absolutely incredible. Would you be up for another night? Maybe we could go out to dinner or take in a show first or something."

He grinned at her. "I'd like that." He'd retrieved his tie and was expertly tying it as he spoke. "But before I go, would you do me one favor, Ms. Southerlyn?"

Serena Southerlyn smiled charmingly. "Anything, Detective Green. Although after last night, I'm surprised to find out that I haven't fulfilled all your needs."

Ed Green returned her grin. "Just give me one more look at those lovely legs of yours."

"What, you haven't seen plenty of them already?" she teased.

"Please?" he begged.

She smiled and pulled back enough of her bedcovers so that her long, slender shapely legs were revealed to his chocolate colored gaze. "I suppose I could indulge you just this one time." She said, teasingly. "Although there's plenty more where that came from."

He came over to her and kissed her deeply. When he pulled away, he murmured huskily, "You can say that again. I'll call you."

Serena turned slightly pale. Every woman knows that when a man says, "I'll call you." it's the kiss of death.

"Hey, don't worry." He said, catching the dramatic change in her skin tone. "At some point today, I'll have to call you, anyway. And why shouldn't we mix business with a little bit of pleasure?" He kissed her again.

"A girl could get used to this, you know." She murmured. "Go on. Get out of here, or Lennie will be asking too many questions."

"All right, I get the hint, Serena." God, she loved the way he said her name. "I'll see you later."

And within a few minutes he was gone.

Serena, feeling more satisfied than she'd ever been in her entire life, decided to pick up the phone and call a dear friend of hers.

It was so sexy that it was practically forbidden. It was breaking all the rules. But when you're in love, you really don't give a damn about those kinds of things, do you?