Breaking Bad

by Karin Tabke

  “I—” She was embarrassed to tell him.

  “That’s two spanks, Stevie.”

  “My nipples are really sensitive. I never knew how much until you. I had them pierced so that when I played with them, I’d get the maximum sensation, just like I had with you.”

  He smiled and plucked the other one. “You’re beautiful, you know. Everything about you. I like the way your breasts flush when I look at them, how they grow heavy from my touch. The way your nipples are so responsive to my fingers and mouth. You are the most sensual creature I’ve ever met, Stevie. Your body was made for sex.” His eyes blazed. “With me. And only me.”

  He stood back and held her gaze with his. She stood tall and proud, before him.

  “Take off your shoes.”

  She did.

  “Don’t move,” he huskily commanded, then walked into her closet and returned with the peek-a-boo pumps she’d worn to the fundraiser. Handing them to her, he told her to put them on.

  As she slipped them on, her sensitive breasts bobbed, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Jack. Heat infused her, and so did a sense of the power she held over this man. She had something he wanted badly. She was the gatekeeper, she decided if he got it or not.

  When she straightened, Stevie looked directly at him, a small triumphant smile on her face. He smiled back as he sauntered toward her, a big dark panther about to pounce. He moved as close to her as he could without actually touching her. He had not removed one stitch of clothing while she stood before him almost naked. The contrast hyped up her excitement.

  “You like the fact that I’d do anything just to touch you?” he rasped.

  “Yes.”

  He closed his eyes and softly inhaled her scent. “That I’d kill any man who tried to harm you?”

  “Yes.”

  He opened his brilliant green eyes. “That I’d sell my soul to the devil to be inside you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. Her heart beat like a drum. Her nipples were so tight, they ached to be touched.

  “I’m glad we have that understanding.” His lips brushed against hers. She whimpered, wanting more.

  “I know you have toys,” he said. “Get one.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  A wave of shyness swept through her, but it was quickly replaced with heady excitement. She turned to her nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out her favorite vibrator. When she turned back to face Jack, she smiled and stroked it. “His name is Jack.”

  Her vibrator’s namesake grinned. Her gaze dipped to his tenting trousers.

  “Lie down,” he commanded.

  As she slid back on the bed, Jack’s gaze held hers. “Sit up against the headboard, put a pillow under your ass, then bring up your knees so your heels are digging into the bed.”

  A rush of heat flooded her. Stevie did as commanded.

  “Spread your legs.” His voice had lowered to sandpaper rough.

  Letting her knees part, she closed her eyes as shyness swept through her again. Jack snapped his fingers, getting her attention. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

  Biting her bottom lip, Stevie nodded and caught his hot stare.

  “What do you think of when you touch yourself, baby?” Jack asked softly.

  “You.”

  He smiled and nodded. “Your nipples are so hard and we haven’t even begun.” His eyes darkened. “They’re going to get harder,” he promised.

  Having no doubt about that, Stevie was having difficulty catching a regular breathing pattern, her anticipation was so extreme.

  “Are you wet for me, sweetheart?”

  She nodded, unsure of her voice.

  “Show me how wet.”

  Setting the vibrator down on the bed beside her, she slid her hands down her taut belly. Jack’s nostrils flared with the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Power surged through her. He might be calling the shots, but she was in control. Sliding the sodden edge of her lace panties aside with two fingers of her left hand, she slid two fingers from her right along her smooth mound, moaning softly at the contact.

  “So pretty and pink,” Jack rasped. “I want to eat you up.”

  “I want you to.” She was famished for him.

  He inhaled, the heavy lids of his eyes falling low. “I can smell your sex from here. Dip a finger into that sweet pussy, Stevie.”

  She did and they moaned in unison, their simmering desire building.

  “Yes. Damn, you are so fucking hot right now. Keep your panties pulled aside so I can look at you. Now lube your nipples with your juice.”

  When she did, Stevie bit back another moan.

  “Pluck your nipples, Stevie. Imagine it’s me. Yes, like that.”

  Inhibition fled her. The power of being exposed on such a primal level to this man left her breathless and wanting to give him even more of herself. As her hips bucked, grinding against his imaginary cock, her knees fell wider apart.

  “So hungry, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “What do you think of when you’re alone, touching yourself?”

  “How much I want you.”

  “How do you want me?”

  “Deep. Hard. Relentless.” Pulse racing as she said the words, her fingers tugged harder at her nipple ring. God, she wanted Jack’s mouth on her.

  “That’s how I’m going to take you, Stevie,” he promised. “I’m going to hit you deep, hard and relentless.”

  She licked her dry lips. Her clit throbbed for the attention she was dying to give it.

  “Turn your toy on.”

  Breathless, she did. As she started to press it between her legs, Jack shook his head. “To your nipples.”

  She arched as the slow swirling vibration touched her ultrasensitive nipples. Blood thundered through her veins.

  Jack’s eyes deepened to dark green. “Now, slide it down your belly.” She did. Her mouth gaped as the vibrations hit her clitoris. “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “I’m so hard for you right now.”

  “Touch me,” she begged.

  “No, baby, this is all you. I love watching you pleasure yourself.”

  “I need to come, Jack.”

  “Slide it along your lips.”

  She moaned loudly as she did, her hips rocking as sensation rushed through her.

  “Slowly, up and down. Oh, no, don’t be greedy, Stevie, no penetration.”

  She cried out, frustrated. “Jack, please.”

  “You are pleasing me. Doesn’t that feel good?”

  “Yesss.”

  “Good, now take some of that sweet honey and swirl it around your clit with your finger.”

  Her breath hitched at the contact. Her nipples were abuzz with sensation combined with her stroking herself and Jack watching. She was on the verge of climaxing.

  Swallowing hard, she slid “Jack” along her straining nub and nearly came. Overcome with sweet, hot desire, she closed her eyes to savor this new empowering feeling.

  “Eyes open, Stevie.”

  They opened. The planes of Jack’s face had tightened. He was completely focused on her.

  “Rub the tip of the vibrator back and forth across your clit. Slow and soft. I don’t want you to come yet.”

  She did as he said.

  “I wish you could see how sexy you look right now, sweetheart. Those fuck-me heels digging into the bed, your legs spread apart, that sweet cunt glistening wet and pink. So swollen with desire. Your stiff nipples begging for my mouth. Your luscious lips parted, your big blue eyes begging for permission to come. Every part of you wanting to explode.”

  He stepped closer to the bedside.

  “Jack,” she moaned as her hips rocked against the vibrator. “Please…”

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  “Let me come. I need to.”

  He leaned down to her pussy.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Please,” she begged, raising her hips to him in offering. “Take all of me.”

  He blew on her swollen folds, pushing her so far to the edge she nearly launched.

  “Not yet, sweetheart.”

  “Jack,” she cried, writhing beneath him. She was desperate for him. “Please.”

  “No, baby. Not yet.”

  He took the vibrator from her and turned it off. Breathless with anticipation she waited, ready to hang on to his next command as if her life depended on it.

  He pulled her legs down so that her entire body was flush against the mattress. In a push-up position over her, he lowered his lips to hers and brushed them against her. Like a starved bird she begged for a deeper kiss.

  He moved away, his dark, dangerous eyes holding hers.

  “Jack,” she pleaded. “I need to feel you inside of me.”

  His eyes flashed fire. “When I fill you, you’re going to feel me for days.” He pushed off the bed and said, “When you come, you come because I made you come. Now get dressed. We have a bad guy to catch.”

  “Jack!” she screamed, so frustrated she wanted to hurt him. “You can’t leave me like this!”

  He smiled and tapped his watch. “We’ve run out of time.” He tossed the vibrator into her open drawer and said over his shoulder on his way out, “You won’t need that anymore. When you come, you come with me inside you. Now get dressed.”

  Stevie cursed Jack the entire drive to Fremont. Every nerve ending in her body throbbed. She felt raw. Exposed. On edge. Every sense heightened, on alert.

  As they exited the freeway, she glared at him. “I hate you,” she hissed.

  “You’re going to love me later on,” he promised.

  The old Stevie would have been embarrassed and felt as if he was playing with her. And while he was, it wasn’t to prove a point. Well, yes it was, the point being hyping up the anticipation of him inside of her. Hence her forbiddance from orgasm.

  But how could he be so casual about what had just happened between them? He must be as frustrated as she.

  “Are you still hard?” she asked.

  His jaw tightened when he said, “As granite.”

  “Good. I hope it hurts.”

  “Like a mother.”

  She sat back in her seat, slightly mollified. “That makes me very happy.”

  “I had no doubt it would.”

  As they came to a light, Stevie said, “Payback is a bitch, Jack.”

  “Is that a threat?”

  “Nope, it’s a promise.”

  He grinned as they pulled up into the empty parking lot of the address Spoltori’s secretary had given them. It was nine on the dot, a solid thirty minutes before the agreed-upon meet time. The day care center was a single-story building in a decent part of town. The lot was large and well lit and looked like it went all of the way around the building.

  When Stevie’s cell phone chirped it startled her. “It’s Spoltori!” she said, recognizing the number.

  Hitting speaker, Stevie answered. “Hello,” she said, as casually as she could. Her heart belied her tone. It raced like a greyhound after a rabbit.

  “My friend won’t be needing that Valentino after all, Detective,” he said, then hung up.

  “Mario!”

  But the line was dead. She hit End and looked at Jack, who scowled heavily. “Something’s off,” he darkly said.

  The hair on the back of Stevie’s neck spiked. “Do you think he knows she called us?”

  “I don’t know but I’m not taking any chances” When he put the car in drive, he said, “Call Fremont PD and Fire and tell them to roll code.”

  Pulling her radio out of her purse Stevie called in to her dispatch and gave her the instructions as her eyes scanned the parking lot. As they turned toward the back lot, Stevie pointed to their two o’clock direction. “Over there in the corner, under the light.”

  Facing them, showered in the light from a security light pole, was a small dark four-door vehicle with its parking lights on. There was no missing it.

  As they cautiously approached it, Stevie pulled out her radio and called in the plate to dispatch.

  “Registered to a Joan B. Schillner, 30323 Stevenson Boulevard, apartment three, Fremont,” Dispatch replied.

  “Looks like she’s waiting,” Stevie said. She shook her head, slipping the radio back into her bag. “If I had had to put money on her showing, I would have bet against her, especially arriving early.”

  Jack put the car into park, then pulled the key from the ignition. “Me, too,” he said getting out of the car. “Keep your eyes peeled.”

  “This isn’t my first rodeo, cowboy.”

  Stevie exited and followed him, her head on a swivel, scoping out their surroundings.

  “Fuck!” Jack cursed, rushing to the driver door. Stevie stepped to the side and looked at the driver. The hair on the back of her neck spiked.

  Joan Schillner had made it all right, along with a bullet right between the eyes.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  “Jesus!” Stevie angrily said as Jack checked for a pulse. It was futile. She was gone.

  “She’s still warm, damn it!” Jack cursed.

  Guilt washed through Stevie. While she had been worried about orgasming, Joan Schillner paid with her life. “We should have come sooner.”

  Jack’s head snapped back and his eyes narrowed. “We are early.”

  He went to his car and pulled out a high-powered flashlight and shined it into the car. “No cell or purse. Bastard took it.”

  “How did he know she was meeting us?”

  “I don’t know,” he growled.

  “How could he get around with an injured leg?”

  “I guess he’s Superman, Stevie.” Jack swiped his hand across his face. “Fuck!” he yelled at the eerie silence. “Son of a fucking bitch!” he shouted, punching the air.

  The distant wail of sirens echoed around them.

  “It’s not your fault, Jack.”

  He turned furious eyes on her. “I told her I’d protect her. Now I have to call her mother and tell her over the damn phone that I fucked up and because of it her daughter’s dead, and her granddaughter will grow up without her mother.”

  Fire came roaring in. As they pulled up, Jack and Stevie stepped back. It didn’t matter that Miss Schillner was dead. Fire had to make that call themselves and in the process they usually compromised the crime scene.

  “Take it easy on the crime scene, guys?” Stevie called.

  Shock of shocks, they did.

  Within seconds of Fire arriving on scene, Fremont PD showed up.

  Jack was on the phone with his men and Stevie was on the phone with hers bringing them up to speed. The BOLF on Spoltori was updated to include homicide.

  When it was apparent that there were no personal belongings in the vehicle or on the victim, Jack said, “I’m not waiting until midnight for that warrant. We have enough to get what we want, even if Rincon is a complete hard-ass.”

  Stevie nodded, took a quick minute to update the lead Fremont detective with their contact information, then called in this latest development to her Watch Commander.

  Jack’s demeanor as they sped up 880 to the courthouse was cold and closed. Stevie gave him that. She’d been there herself a few times. Once they were in judge’s chambers and Stevie explained the latest developments in the case, the judge nodded. As he read through the pages, he made an occasional note on his legal pad, but didn’t ask any questions for clarification. Not that any was needed. She and Jack had written the mother of all warrants. Every single detail was included, all but the latest developments. Only an idiot would be confused.<
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  It took the judge two hours to read through the information and ask questions. Jack stewed silently the entire time.

  When Judge Rincon was done, he looked up at Stevie, then Jack, and said, “My compliments. I have never in twenty years sitting on the bench read such thorough, well-drafted paperwork.”

  He signed off on the entire warrant. As he handed the pages to Stevie, he said, “Good luck.”

  Five minutes later, they were back at HQ with half a dozen FBI techs and several uniforms whom they had called in to stand by for the search and seizure.

  “Which one do you want, Jack?” Stevie asked.

  “Which one what?” he asked, still in his own world.

  “Office or apartment?”

  “No separation. We’re doing this together.”

  “It will go quicker if we split up.” She handed him the paperwork for Spoltori’s office. “You take the office; I’m heading to his apartment.”

  He took the warrant, but grabbed her hand, pulling her toward him. “We work together.”

  “What if Spoltori shows up at one while we’re at the other?”

  Jack called to Deavers, who had just walked in. “Here’s the warrant for Spoltori’s apartment on Broadway; it covers everything, including all of his electronic devices. Take half our techs to collect the evidence, then take all the electronics straight to Menlo Park. There will be someone at the cyber lab to accept it.”

  “You got it.” He took the warrant, three techs, and two uniforms.

  Jack looked at the rest of the assembled group. “The rest of you are with us.”

  Two hours later, every electronic device within The Edge Fund Group’s offices was bagged and tagged and on its way to the FBI cyber-crime lab in Menlo Park, California. It was cutting edge and Stevie could not have been happier it was so close. Not that they would get instant feedback. Just like any crime lab, the FBI cyber lab was backed up. They not only processed evidence for their own federal cases, but for law enforcement agencies all over the country.