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Chapter 2

The Quattro screeched to a halt outside Luigi's and Gene looked her up and down thoughtfully.

"Hmmm. Maybe not such a good idea to 'ave a drink with the others given what we're wearin'. Although I'd pay good money ter see Ray's face when he clocked yer in that get up."

She grinned at him.

"Not a chance. The flat it is then?"

She took her shoes off and collapsed gratefully onto the sofa the minute they strolled in through the door.

"Gene, there's a bottle of red on the kitchen table. Would you mind doing the honours? "

He put the wolf's head down on the chair where is sat leering at her and she bit her lip to stifle a giggle as he sauntered into the kitchen, his tail bouncing gaily behind him. He returned with the wine and a couple of glasses and placed them on the coffee table in front of her, seeing the obvious amusement in her eyes.

"Wot?"

She nodded towards the appendage in question, grinning. Seeing the funny side he turned round, put his hands on his hips and began to wiggle his backside energetically. His tail bobbed about in front of her face and she collapsed back on the sofa laughing hysterically.

"Oh stop it, Gene, my ribs are starting to hurt."

She wiped her eyes and tried unsuccessfully to stop giggling as he sat down, his gaze raking over her slowly. A shiver ran down her spine as he waggled his eyebrows and winked lecherously at her.

"I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."

"You've already waved yours under my nose, thanks."

"Funnily enough Bols, that wasn't quite what I had in mind." His eyes shone with mischief. "Now run away, little girl, or the Big Bad Wolf will catch you …"

He made a lunge for her but she was off the sofa before he could get a proper grip on her, the costume hampering him in his attempt. She jumped up and ran into the kitchen and he chased her, howling in a suitably wolf-like manner as they eyed each other from opposite sides of the table, grinning and panting for breath.

"No woodcutter to save yer now, Bols."

His silver eyes gleamed as he stalked her round the table, and her legs went weak at the fire she saw burning in their depths.

She decided she really wouldn't mind being caught and didn't put up much of a fight when he finally managed to out-manoeuvre her and pin her against the fridge. She could feel his heart hammering in his chest and their gaze locked and held, both of them realising this wasn't a game any more. Her eyes dropped to his lips and when she spoke her voice was husky.

"My, my, DCI Hunt. What big teeth you have."

"All the better to eat you with, my dear …"

He started to nibble her earlobe and she gasped as a bolt of desire shot through her.

"Mmmm … DCI Hunt …what a big mouth you have."

"All the better to snog you senseless with, my dear …"

Time seemed to stand still and then his lips were on hers, his tongue exploring, teasing, as her hands moved up to thread through his hair. Wow, what a kisser, she thought, pulling his head in even closer and responding eagerly. By the time they broke apart, breathing heavily, she knew there was only one way this was going to end. She gazed up at him seductively from under her lashes.

"What big hands you have, DCI Hunt …"

One moved up her body to cup a breast, the thumb skimming over the taut nipple, and she moaned, arching her back towards him. The other slid under her skirt, a finger toying with her suspender belt before stroking the soft skin of her inner thigh and slipping inside her knickers.

"All the better to fondle you with, my dear."

"Oh God … Gene …"

Then he was kissing her hungrily again, his hard body crushed against hers, and her legs turned to jelly. As he swung her up into his arms she heard his voice low and gravelly in her ear.

"I'm bigger in all departments, luv. And there's something huge tryin' ter fight its way out of this bloody suit at the moment …"

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