Chapter 10
Fire!
The radio newscaster's voice finally made Jessica stop and listen as she dressed for work the next morning.
She stood still, her face white, as the details of the previous night's fire were so calmly reported.
"Oh, my God," she moaned.
The news report ended and she switched off the radio. Hurrying into her clothes, she left the apartment and rushed to the office.
Jerry Benson's beautiful home and much of his meticulously landscaped lawn had been ruined by a fire the night before. A fire the authorities claimed to be very suspicious, and likely the result of arson.
The brief, matter-of-fact newscast she'd heard had ended with the statement that the state fire officials had been called in to the scene to begin an investigation of the fire.
The shock she felt was mirrored on the faces of her co-workers. Who, as she walked in the company's door, told her all that she had already heard on the report of the fire.
Nick and Bob looked highly pissed-off, and talked of the event with harsh obscenities. Joel was even in the office, sitting drinking coffee with a. fierce, sullen look on his face. As she stood there, John walked out of his office and toward the reception area.
When she saw him, she swallowed dryly. He looked physically ill, yet furiously angry at the same time. He stopped short when he saw her.
His mouth twisted in an ugly grimace. "I see you've heard the delightful news."
"I. . . I'm sorry, John," she said lamely.
He snorted and rasped, "Sorry. Sure, you're sorry. . . I'm sorry. . . Jerry Benson's sure as hell sorry. The whole fucking place is sorry! Sorry doesn't get back the best goddam commission this business has seen in a long time!"
Jessica winced and started to speak, but was interrupted by John's continuing tirade.
"Sorry doesn't bring back one of the most dramatic and beautiful homes in the whole fuckin' town! God!" He stopped abruptly, ran a hand through his hair, then started toward the door, brushing by Jessica almost roughly.
"John! Where are you going?" she gasped.
"I'm going out and get drunk...piss-eyed drunk," he snapped. "And I'm going to stay drunk for a long, long time."
He slammed out the door. Jessica and the other men looked at each other anxiously. Although he was a social drinker, John's action was totally out-of-character.
"Never thought I'd see that," Joel murmured, staring at the door. He looked shaken, and not at all like the charming playboy he'd been before.
Of course, Jessica thought, somewhat cynically, the loss of all that money would depress anyone!
"Big brother, John, has a good idea," Joel murmured. He stood and gave them all a mocking bow. "I go now to follow my illustrious brother's example and get stinking-ass crocked.
Soon after Joel left, the other men found lame excuses to get out of the office as well. Jessica was relieved in a way. At least the office would be quiet, and she had a lot to think about.
Even though no one had mentioned the name, she was sure they were all thinking the same thing.
Roy Prescott. From the start, she hadn't trusted the way he seemed to take the loss of the Benson property so easily. The others had appeared to accept it, but she didn't.
Her depressing thoughts were halted by the sound of the front door opening. She looked up, smiled at the sight of the tall, well dressed young man walking toward her with a warm, friendly gleam in his eyes.
"Hi, may I help you?"
"I certainly hope so," he answered smoothly. He came to stand directly in front of her desk, smiling down at her.
In a movement so rapid she almost wondered if it had really happened, she saw his eyes flick over her body in a caressing, appreciative manner. Automatically she sat up straighter, knowing the motion brought the full firmness of her tits into view.
"What can I do for you?" she asked, letting the barest seductive tone linger in her voice.
"Oh, honey, I'd tell you exactly what you could do for me-in detail-if I weren't on duty."
She started, went pale. "On duty?" She swallowed, then continued, "You mean you're...are you a . . . "
He flashed a leather folder out and flipped it open to reveal an identification card and a gleaming badge. "Lieutenant Grant. Jared Grant. And you are?"
Subdued, she murmured her name. She felt, rather than saw, him move around the desk to stand beside her, since she had her eyes lowered. Jessica jumped as his hand touched her, tracing lightly along the curve of her cheek, lifting her chin as he leaned over.
Against the softness of her parted lips, he murmured, "You make me wish I weren't on duty...ever."
His tongue, warm and rasping, licked the outline of her lips before his mouth covered hers.
Aroused by the erotic taste and feel of his mouth and his probing tongue, Jessica rose from her chair and into his arms. She shivered slightly as her belly came in contact with the pulsing hardness of his cock. Even through their layers of clothing, she could feel the searing heat of the sexy detective's ready-to-fuck prick.
Even though he'd said he had no time to take her up on the silent invitation glinting in her eyes, he certainly was in no hurry to end their deep wet kiss. He continued to ravage her mouth, probing the soft, moist inner flesh with his long thick tongue.
Jessica burrowed even closer to the exciting animal heat of his body, molding her curves against him. She ground her hips against the hard bulge of his cock and began to have visions of his meaty prick shaft rammed into her needy little pussy.
"I like the way you investigate everything so thoroughly," she purred against his mouth. "But maybe I shouldn't trust you...after all, you're carrying a concealed weapon." As she spoke, her hips thrust up against the thick slab of his cock flesh as it strained the fabric of his trousers.
"Yeah, my gun's all cocked," he grinned.
She nibbled at his full lips. "Want to frisk me? I think you'd better do a total body search, don't you?"
He cupped the swollen fruit of her tits, fingers closed around the fullness. His mouth dropped to hers in wet, feather-faint caresses. "Baby, I really shouldn't be...I'm on duty and I'm not supposed to . . . "
Jessica slid a hand between them, rubbed it over the bulge in his pants crotch.
He made an animal groan. "Aw, Christ! To hell with being on duty!"
She took him to John's office, fumbled at his clothes as he was doing to her. She was wet, ready.
The detective stroked his hands over the pliant roundness of her flesh, savoring the texture and warmth of her skin. Jessica moaned as his fingertips glided over the taut crests of her tits, down across the slight swell of her belly, into the springy gold curls dusting her cunt mound.
"Take me, take me now," she urged him huskily.
He curved a big hand around the back of each thigh, and she understood the pressure. She let him take her weight, his hands under her thighs, lifting her, opening her legs, fitting her against his jutting cock.
His cock sank into her super heated cunt flesh like a wick dipped in hot wax. Jessica's eyes flew open in surprised delight as she felt how wonderfully full his prick made her feel.
Held against his hips, the detective supported her with his hands cupped under her firm young ass. Jessica wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles.
He moved around the room, each step making his imbedded dick jump within the tight confines of her fuck-hole.
"This is great," she cooed. "Fantastic, in fact. Do it some more."
"You said you wanted a total body search," he chuckled sexily. "Well, I'm just checking the most likely hiding place, baby. I can...feel, there's nothing in your sweet little pussy that shouldn't be there."
"Like you, you big-cocked cop," she giggled.
He kept walking, short steps that made his cock jab inside her clutching cunt.
"You got one long-barreled gun, baby," she purred. "Like, magnum force."
Her tits were crushed against his chest. She could feel his chest hairs tickling the sensitive stubs of her nipples. It felt good.
The detective felt himself swell even more, from her sexy words and erotic enjoyment of his fucking. Her cunt felt great wrapped around his dick, milking it, sucking it.
Jessica was drowning in wave after wave of raw physical bliss. Her excitement was intensified by the idea of someone coming back to the office, finding them. It was a possibility.
John or Joel probably wouldn't be back, not if they truly were out getting smashed, as they'd vowed to. But Nick might.. . or Bob . . .
The thought of one of them walking back in, hearing the cries in John's office, investigating...seeing her clasped against the detective as he strode around the room fucking her...was wickedly delicious. It made her heart pound.
He sensed the accelerated lust in her body, felt it throbbing in her cunt.
"Fuck me, honey," he rasped. "Show me how you love my cock in you."
It was a request she had no trouble in obeying. Jessica gave as good as she got, humping back at his dipping dick fervently.
After a few moments, he moved to the center of the room, sinking carefully to the floor with her still wrapped around his body.
Once down, he rolled back, his body stretching out, Jessica straddling him.
"Ride me, honey," he groaned. "Bounce my gun till it goes off."
"Yes, sir," she grinned.
On her knees, legs astride his muscled hips, she hunched her cunt up and down on his impaling prick. His big shaft shot in and out of her pussy, piercing it over and over.
"That's it, ride it hard," he growled lustily.
Jessica moaned thickly, and stepped up the tempo of her bouncing movements. His cock flashed, in, out, time after time.
"Aw, Jesus, that's it," the detective groaned.
She swung her ass harder, faster, felt the hot rush of heat flooding out as climax overtook her. Seconds later, he joined her, spewing his seed in jetting spurts.
Collapsed against his chest, she thought the dim beeping sound was the ringing in her ears.