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kissed her forehead.
    “We’re going to figure this out together, bébé .”
    She splayed her hand against his chest. “I’m trying to think of who it could be if it is a cop.”
    “Got any ideas?”
    “Plenty.” Odalia shrugged.
    “Really?” He frowned. Not all cops were honest, but this?
    “Think about it, Jac. I’m a female cop working a tough beat. All the guys think I can’t handle it. It’s tough being one of a handful of women on the force. Sometimes it feels like it’s not just the criminals working against me.”
    “I know, bébé .” It was a tough world, and she’d chosen to meet it head-on. He took a deep breath and uttered the question that had circled his brain for several hours. “What about anyone you’ve dated on the force?”
    Odalia shrugged. “It’s a short list with even shorter relationships. Nothing bad to tell there. Things didn’t work out.”
    “Were they power exchanges?”
    She lifted her head, her gaze boring into his for a few moments. “No.”
    “Do you keep your kink and your relationships separate?” It was his curiosity eating at him now.
    “Tried that. Didn’t work.”
    Good.
    Jacques wasn’t going to invest in a woman who wanted one thing from him. He was a greedy bastard, and he’d take everything she’d give him. But after he got those pictures back.
    Odalia folded her hands over his chest and rested her chin on top of them. “I don’t have any more answers for you. I’ve been over it again and again in my head.”
    “How ’bout something to take your mind off it then?” He dragged his fingers up her back, bringing the tank top with him.
    One side of her mouth kicked up. “What do you have in mind?”
    Had they only played that morning? Being inside of her still seemed as if it were more of a dream than reality.
    “Something relaxing.” He’d seen her candles all over the room, and several were the cheap kink wax play tools.
    Odalia planted her hands on either side of his shoulders and lifted, just enough to drag her breasts over his chest as she aligned her mouth to his. Warm lips, the taste of mint.
    “Okay,” she whispered. “Relax me.”
     
    * *
     
    Odalia lay across the foot of her bed, not a stitch of clothing on her body. The bed was covered in plastic and rustled whenever she shifted. The lights were off, but Jacques had lit almost all of her candles, bathing the room in a soft glow.
    She could hear him moving around her, his steps light. She sensed him kneel at her side.
    Liquid fire dripped along her spine, and she hissed. Jacques poured a line down her vertebra from her neck to her tailbone. She wiggled and pressed her pelvis into the mattress as the heat bled out into the rest of her skin. With the initial shock over, it began to feel good.
    Jacques slid his palm up her right side while dripping more wax along her left. The sensations mixed together. His heated flesh. The fire-warmed wax. The cool room. A shiver skittered up her spine at the overload.
    There was something sensual about wax, the way it warmed the body and left even the tightest muscles soft and relaxed. She surrendered herself to the spell he wove around them.
    He must have put the candle down because Jacques used both hands to knead her shoulders, working out more of the knots.
    “Oh bayou, my baby on the bayou tonight.” Jacques’ voice rumbled, low, deep and rich, and his twang flavored the lullaby, pulling her further under his sway.
    The words were a mixture of repeated phrases, calling to the creatures in the swamp and his baby. For now, the thing that mattered was being with him. His hands on her back, the wax he dripped on her skin when she wasn’t expecting it and the sensual energy swirling around them were the center of her world.
    “I’ll fly o’er that bayou to you,” he sang.
    Odalia hissed as hot wax dripped on the backs of her knees. The momentary pain passed, leaving her skin hot and sensitive. The wax trail continued down her calves. He