Janelle Denison - Too Wilde to Tame

Her gaze narrowed. "Then how did you find out?"

He laughed at her skepticism. "Digging up dirt on people is my job, remember? I ran a check on him for basic information, which is normally a good starting point for an internal investigation, and it came up that he has an exclusive membership to a private gay club called Rainbow V.I.P."

"Oh, wow," she breathed and sank back against her seat. "I guess that explains why I've only seen him with guys and not women. I just thought they were friends of his."

Friends or lovers, apparently. "I honestly believe, despite the camera he has, he doesn't have any interest in you, other than as a possible photo subject."

Confusion etched her features. "What makes you say that?"

"He's taking a beginner's photography class, so that's probably why you've seen him taking pictures with his camera. He's strictly an amateur. And as far as I can see, he really has no motive to stalk you or send degrading photos, so for now I'm dismissing him as a possible suspect."

She nodded in understanding. "I agree. So where does that leave us now?"

He'd given that plenty of thought. "Well, your friend Carrie wasn't there Friday night, so that leaves Ray… or Gina. Or even someone we haven't even pinpointed yet."

"Gina?" Doubt tinged Mia's voice. "She'd never do something like this."

"I believe that also." As far as he was concerned, Gina wasn't high on his list of potential targets. Staring at the restaurant, he did a quick mental review of last Friday night and the events that took place at The Electric Blue. "You know, there was one point when Ray wasn't with Gina for a good ten minutes Friday night, which would give him the opportunity to vandalize your car. He came back with drinks, but that doesn't mean he'd spent the entire time at the bar." He hadn't followed Ray that night because he was protecting Mia, and he hadn't been about to let her out of his sight.

"Well, I haven't made any secret of the fact that I completely distrust the guy." Her loathing for Ray was unmistakable. "By the way, have you been able to find out anything on him?"

"Not nearly enough." He speared a hand through his hair in frustration. "I've tried to do a basic background check on Ray, and it's as though he doesn't exist before coming to Chicago, which leads me to believe he's taken on a new identity for some reason." And that very real possibility didn't sit well with Cameron, because it meant the guy had something in his past he wanted to hide.

Mia sighed. "So now what do you do?"

"Dig deeper, but it might take some time and work." He planned to pursue Ray until he uncovered his past, no matter how long it took. "I'm going to get to it as fast as I can. We just hired a new guy at the office, so now that Steve and I are passing off a few cases to him to handle, I'll make it a priority. But in the meantime, stay away from him."

"That goes without saying," she said wryly. "I'm just grateful he hasn't been spending much time around the apartment, though I wish Gina would dump him before he does something even worse."

"I know. It's tough seeing someone you care about being hurt." Reaching across the space separating them, he gave her leg a comforting squeeze. "Just hang in there for a little while longer, until I get some concrete information on Ray. Hopefully I'll be able to find out something that makes Gina change her mind about him."

She nodded gratefully, and they were quiet for a few moments. Cameron took advantage of the break in their conversation to scan the restaurant's parking lot to be sure he hadn't missed Trish's exit. After spotting her car, he glanced at his watch. She'd been in the restaurant for nearly an hour now.

"So this woman you're watching tonight… she's cheating on her husband?"

Mia's inquisitive question had him switching his attention back to her. "Supposedly. He believes she's having an extramarital affair, and everything he's told me about her behavior are classics signs of infidelity. So far I haven't been able to gather any solid evidence to verify that she's fooling around on him."

"Do you get this kind of case often?"

"Unfortunately, infidelity cases are common." He exhaled a rough breath. "And they're the cases I hate the most."

"I can understand why," she said quietly. "I mean, why stay together if you're not happy in the relationship and you have to have an affair to make up for whatever is lacking in your marriage? Why not just go your separate ways instead of hurting the other person like that?"

He smiled to himself, because her values reflected his own. Yet another trait about Mia that drew him, way beyond just the physical aspect of their relationship. "I agree, but that's not how everyone thinks or feels."

A large, noisy group of people leaving the restaurant had him glancing back across the street. He scanned the small crowd for a familiar face, but there was still no sign of Irish.

He shifted restlessly in his seat, certain Mia was growing just as impatient with all this downtime. He was used to it, but she wasn't. "I'm sorry about the long wait," he said apologetically. "Surveillance is boring, tedious work, and there's no telling how long this will take."

"I'm in no hurry to go back home, and there's nowhere else I need to be."

Cameron watched in fascination as a slow, seductive smile curved the corners of Mia's full lips and her gaze turned smoky with desire. He knew he was in big trouble when she lifted the console between them, which enabled her to lean in closer and nuzzle the side of his neck with that incredible mouth of hers.

"In fact," she murmured huskily as she tunneled her hand beneath his T-shirt and grazed her fingers across his taut belly, "I can think of a very pleasurable way to pass the time. You game?"

He swallowed back a groan. Hell, he was already rock-hard with wanting her, but for as much as he'd love to fool around with her, he was being paid very well to watch and follow Trish.

"Mia, we can't do this," he forced himself to say before he changed his mind and dragged her to the back of the truck and had his wicked way with her. "I'm working."

"I don't see that as a problem. You work, and I'll play… with you. " Her hand molded to the hard length confined beneath the fly of his jeans, and she nipped playfully at his lobe, sending a shock of arousal straight to his already aching groin. "Keep an eye on the restaurant, and let me blow you."

She followed that provocative comment with a gust of warm, damp air into his ear that made him shudder. God, she knew exactly how to get to him, and it was all he could do to keep from coming right then and there.

"That hardly seems fair to you," he rasped, desperately trying to hang on to the last thin thread of his control.

"I'm not asking for anything in return." She began unfastening his jeans, relieving the pressure against his erection, but creating a stronger, undeniable kind of tension and anticipation instead. "You've done a whole lot for me. I want to do this for you."

Obviously, there was no discouraging her, not when she was so intent on seducing him. Yes, they were in a public place, but they were parked in a darkened, secluded area and no one would see what she was doing unless they walked right up to his window. So when she reached into his briefs and eased his straining dick out into the open, he lost the will to fight what he wanted so badly… and she was more than eager to give.

With a sultry smile on her lips, she lowered her head and set out to tease him in the most tantalizing, mind-blowing ways. The soft, wet warmth of her tongue lapped along the underside of his cock, all the way up to the sensitive head, and pure lust slammed through him. Her fingers gripped him tight, and when she finally enveloped him in the moist heat of her mouth and took him all the way to the base of his shaft, a deep, tortured groan rumbled up from his throat.