More Than Lust (Courthouse Connections Book 1) by Ann Jacobs Page A

store, she assumed the mushroom had something to do with sex—everything in the store seemed to cater to one kink or another. She just hoped Gray would find everything he wanted and get them out of here before she died of embarrassment.
    He must have sensed her discomfort, because he selected a vibrator that looked very lifelike other than its fluorescent purple color, a pack of batteries—and a set of handcuffs that looked very real, indeed. After settling up with the clerk, he took her hand and led her outside.
    “Do you want to spend the night at your place, or shall we go to a hotel?” he asked after they got in the car.
    “My place.” Andi wanted, at the very least, to have memories of the two of them together in the apartment she called home. “If it’s okay with you.”
    “It’s fine. I was hoping you’d ask.” Gray stopped his car next to hers, helped her out, and took her hand as they walked together in the light of a crescent moon. “I wish I didn’t have to go, but I’ll be back, and we’ll see where this relationship is headed. It may have started out as a casual hookup, but it’s way more than that to me.”
    Andi tried to choke back tears, but now wasn’t the time for histrionics. “To me too,” she managed. “Let’s go inside and make some more memories to hold us while you’re gone.”
    Not a word of love crossed his lips, or hers. It was too soon for that, Andi knew as she showed Gray around her apartment. But one thing for sure, she thought when he crawled in bed beside her, gloriously naked, what they’d found together was more than lust. She couldn’t wait to see where their feelings might lead them—when he came home again.

Epilogue
    Early the next morning, as the sun was beginning to rise . . .
     
    “You like it when I do this. Admit it.” Gray paused and kissed her.
    “Okay, I admit I like everything you do.” Andi laughed. She’d never had more fun in bed than she’d been having this weekend with the big, hunky DEA agent who now had her cuffed to her bed and was pretending to do a body cavity search. She writhed beneath him, wanting him to make love with her again before he had to go.
    She couldn’t believe all they’d done since cutting out on the function where they’d met three days ago. They’d made love every way imaginable at his beachside condo. Now they’d come here to her apartment because he was leaving on assignment in just a little while. He’d resorted to restraining her and initiated her into sex toys and bondage games. She’d loved it, every minute of it. Hell, she was still loving the weekend finale. And she didn’t want him to go.
    Nobody else had ever introduced toys into her body and made her like it, but Gray Syzmanski had. His tongue, his large, callused finger, and now a vibrating dildo mercifully much smaller than his sex—all had probed various orifices in the past few minutes. Once he’d gotten her past the initial discomfort, the attention had produced a delicious arousal that threatened now to explode.
    “Help me out, damn it, I need to come.”
    “Patience, sweetie. I’ve got to make sure you’re not hiding any contraband.”
    “Hurry.” Damn it, if he didn’t quit playing and get down to business, she was going to come by herself. “You do know that you have an ideal tool to make that search.”
    “Not quite yet. Turn about’s fair play. First you’re going to give me some tongue while I’ve got you all tied up.” He straddled her face.
    He tweaked her clit, then dipped his fingers into her vagina, telling her in his rumbling deep, mesmerizing voice about all the arousing things he still had in store for her. “There’s nothing I won’t do to make you come. Nothing I can’t do for you. Oh, yeah. Keep that up and I’ll give you a snack.”
    “Mm.” Much as Andi liked swirling her tongue around the ruby knob of his sex, she wanted it inside her more. Playfully she nipped him with her teeth.
    He pulled out and