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being inside her hot
Latina body. He hoped that they could get past any hang-ups her son
might have about them being together. Maybe if he’d had children,
he would be able to better relate to them having a conniption over
his ex wife dating someone else. But since she refused to have
children and he was in no position to make her, the best he could
do was give his ex the freedom she so craved and move on
himself.
    He did and worked his ass off to get where he
was today. I’m not about to let the judge’s bad luck interfere
with that.
    Grant stared pensively into the night before
heading back into the hospital to make sure that all the bases were
covered. The last thing he wanted was some more surprises, even if
he had to keep Beverly in the dark for her own good.
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    The small television on the dresser served as
little more than background noise to the heavier sounds of grunts
and groans coming from the bed. Manuel buried his face in her large
breasts, practically suffocating as they pressed against his nose.
Sweat poured from her body like running water while she cradled
him, pinning his legs down with her thighs.
    She pulled his face from between her breasts
and licked his lips, savoring the taste like fine wine. She slid up
and down his hard penis, constricting around him as her excitement
grew. He clutched her ass cheeks and began to lift her up and down
on him, his excitement building as the time neared to get off
inside her.
    Only she got there first and came all over
him while her body quivered violently. She screamed into his ear
while climaxing, practically shattering his eardrum.
    Now it was his turn. Manuel rolled his old
lady off him and moved on top. He clutched her breasts tightly and
started ramming his erection into her like a man possessed. He
muttered a couple of expletives as he ejaculated inside her tight
vagina, relishing the sensation, before collapsing atop her.
    Kissing her mouth, he grinned sweetly. “Was
it good, baby?”
    She flashed dreamy eyes at him. “Always,
Manuel,” she sighed. “Can’t get enough of you, hon.”
    “I know,” he said confidently. He wished the
same could be said of her. But the truth was that she could only
satisfy him up to a point. The rest was left to others. She didn’t
have to know all his business, though.
    They shared a cigarette while regaining their
equilibrium and playing footsies. Manuel glanced at the tube. An
Asian broad was reporting the news. She said a judge had been
executed this night, and his wife seriously injured. The suspect
was still at large.
    This intrigued him.
    He hated all judges. They were assholes. They
sat on benches, looking down at the rest of them like they were the
scum of the earth. He’d had his fair share of run-ins with them and
always felt they were damned lucky they didn’t meet under other
circumstances. On the streets he could do some serious damage to
the bastards and bitches that ruled the criminal courts like they
were their private property.
    Which made it all the more rewarding that
this judge had gotten his but good. And the wife had, too...
    The mere contemplation suddenly had his
libido working again. Manuel turned to his old lady and she knew
that it was time for a replay, whether she wanted it or not.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    Detective Stone Palmer hand brushed his short
graying hair and shifted his lean body in the desk chair. He had
been a homicide detective for the Wilameta County Sheriff’s
Department for the last fifteen years, but was currently doing
double-duty for the Missing Persons Division due to budget cuts and
a reduced workforce. In his years on the force, Stone had seen it
all: serial killers, mass murderers, sexual psychopaths, domestic
violence turned deadly, runaways found murdered and buried in
shallow graves, and every other morbid homicide you could think
of.
    No two cases were ever quite alike. He
supposed that was what made the job interesting, along with the
fact that