30 Days (Morgan Family Series Book 1) (15 page)

I cup his face and part my lips before he captures them. My pussy slickens with need. My nipples harden to tight peaks. His hands slip beneath my skirt and squeeze my ass. His fingers trace the hem of my panties, teasing just at the edge and then dipping inside to my soaking core.

“Ahh…Cameron…we shouldn’t…not here…” I gasp as he curls his finger inside

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“I didn’t kiss her back.” he says, firmly. “I only want you, Memphis.”

“Mmm-hmm…”

“Do you believe me?”

I look down at him, studying his piercing gaze and I know he’s telling me the

truth. He pushes a second finger inside me and I moan against his lips.

“Yes…I believe you.”

“Good girl.” he smiles. He lifts me while he undoes his pants.

“Lets go to my apartment. Someone will catch us out here.” I plead.

“No.” he grins, mischievously.

I drop my gaze to his cock and my mouth waters. He positions the head of his cock at my entrance and looks at me questioningly.

“Can I fuck you bare? Are you protected?” he asks.

Oh God. Can I do this?

“Yes. I trust you.”
Please don’t make me regret this.

“And I trust you.”

When he slides into me it’s the most exquisite feeling I’ve ever known. I lock my gaze with his as he glides me up and down. All worry of getting caught or being seen is no longer on my mind.
Just him. Just us.

I wrap my arms around his neck and let him cradle me in his arms. He breathes against my lips as I rock into him.

“You feel so good…” I whisper. “So good. Don’t stop…”

“I won’t.” he assures me.

My eyes grow heavy as my orgasm builds. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out as it rips through me.
Soaring. Spasming. Spinning. Falling.
I open my eyes.

Cameron is right there with me.

I meet my father at the courthouse for Phil Andrews’s preliminary hearing. After careful consideration, Phil opted to gracefully bow out of his vendetta against Ecstasy and the dancer he was caught with. My father and I were both sure we would get Phil off with community service or a fine at the most.

The hearing goes quick and painless.
For the most part.
Phil’s wife cries on the first row. Her devastated sobs can be heard throughout the courtroom. Some of her friends make snide comments about the woman Phil was caught with and the judge has to call order to the courtroom. Other than that, it’s over in less than an hour. Community service. No fine
.

I grab my briefcase and head out. Glad to be done with this case and worried about the Beasley case. I still haven’t talked to Memphis about it. Our time was a little preoccupied last night
.
Still, I know I have to tell her. It’s just a matter of time

before the security footage from Ecstasy is subpoenaed and if Tanner Beasley is on there with her, she’ll be subpoenaed too.

“Mr. Blue Eyes! Hey, you!”

I turn and study the two women calling after me. They look vaguely familiar.

Busty, attractive, but I’m sure I’ve never been with either of them.

“Damn, you are gorgeous.” one of them mutters when they reach me. “I’m sorry ladies, do I know you?” I ask and they laugh.

“Probably not in this get up.” the brunette answers. “I’m Stacy. This is Leah.

We’re friends of Memphis and we know exactly who you are.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure then.” I smile and shake their hands.

“We’ve been dying to officially meet you, but Memphis has been so busy.” Leah pouts, her eyes wonder lower. “Wonder what she’s been doin’.”

I laugh at her bluntness. “The firm keeps her working hard. I’m sorry she hasn’t been making time for you.”

“We see her at lunch sometimes.” Stacy says. “We think it’s time for a girls’ night out.”

“With you two beautiful ladies…I don’t know.” I tease. “Will you take care of her for me? Keep her out of trouble?”

“We make no promises.” they say, simultaneously.
At least they’re honest.

“I’ll tell her to call you. I have to get back to work. Nice meeting you both.”

I wave goodbye to them and hear them making comments as I walk away. I stifle my laughter, shaking my head.

When I get back to my office, Jim is waving me down before I can even open my door. I hold up my hand, indicating he should give me a minute. I put my briefcase down and step back out.

“I put a rush on the subpoena for the security footage. It’s in the conference room. If you have time, we can view it now. I don’t have another meeting until three o’clock.”

I try to think of any excuse I can to not let Jim watch that video. Besides outright telling him that I don’t want him seeing my girlfriend’s tits, I don’t have a valid excuse.
Shit.

“Give me fifteen minutes. I’ll meet you in there.”

I take the elevator up and take a deep breath as I approach Memphis’s desk.

She looks deep in thought, typing away on her keyboard. I can hear her fingers clicking away the closer I get. A stack of files sits to the left of her.

She glances up as I get closer and does a double take when she realizes it’s me.
I like that.
Her skin heats to a light shade of red, tingeing from her neck slowly up to her cheeks. I imagine that her nipples are beading inside her bra and her pussy is clenching. I lick my lips.
Focus!

“I need to tell you something.” I briefly glance down at her slightly exposed cleavage and remind myself again to focus. I grip the edge of her desk.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, reaching out and touching my hand.

“I have to review some footage with Jim. It’s from Ecstasy.” I explain and she nods. “The big client I’ve been working on the past several weeks, he says he was there the night his wife was murdered.” I study her face for any sign of recognition.

I’m not sure why. She doesn’t even know who my client is. “He said he was there to see Amber.”

Memphis slides her hand away from mine and looks down. She starts fidgeting with her hands, picking at her nails.

“Okay.”

“If you’re on the footage and he’s with you…” my voice trails.

“I understand.” her voice is low. “It’s fine. I’m not really ashamed of what I did. I did what I had to do. Now you’ll do what you have to do.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind? I mean, I don’t have to go.” I tell him again.

Cameron pulls his pants up, sans underwear, and holds his hand out to help me from the bed. I accept his hand and then yelp when he gives me a hard smack on the ass.

“Go get ready and go out with your friends. Didn’t they take off work for you? Besides, I need to work on this case. Start getting you prepped for when I subpoena you.” he grins.

“You’ll have to treat me as a hostile witness.” I joke. “I’ll be very uncooperative.”

“I’m sure Jim will want to question you. He was practically drooling. I think it may have been the first boner he’s had in years.”

“Please don’t make me think of Jim like that.” I laugh.

I take a quick shower and when I emerge I’m surprised to see Cameron still here. His files are spread out on my coffee table and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is playing on my television. I smile as I walk into my room and start looking for something to wear.

“Your phone is ringing!” he calls from the living room and I dash into the kitchen to answer it.

Anniston laughs at my breathless hello. “Please tell me you did not interrupt sex to answer the phone.”

“No.” I laugh.

“But you just had sex, didn’t you?”

“I’m not answering that.” I laugh again.

“Slut.”

“Jealous.”

“I definitely am. Anyway, I was calling to tell you I’m coming to visit. I’ll be there next weekend.”

“That’s great! I can’t wait to see you!”

“I want to meet this boyfriend of yours. See if he passes my judgment.” she says, sternly.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll meet him.”

“See you soon!”

I hang up and pull my jeans on. I slip a red top on over my head and grab a pair of strappy red heels. I walk into my living room and sit in my chair to put them on. I see Cameron eyeing me as I do.

“I think I’ll work here till you get back.” he mumbles.

“It might be late. Stacy and Leah are pretty wild. It could be dawn before I get

back.”

“I’ll wait.” he says, firmly. He looks back down at the file and then his gaze

flickers over to me again.
Down at the file. Back at me.

“They should be here in about fifteen minutes.” I inform him.

I drop to my knees on the floor and crawl towards him. He arches his eyebrows.

“I guess I should go get some lipstick on.” I lick my lips and settle between his legs.

“Probably.” he mutters.

I unbutton his pants and free his cock. I smile as I lower my head and take

him in my mouth.
Lipstick can wait.

I peruse through all the files, stopping long enough to watch Ferris sing in the parade and get a coke from Memphis’s fridge. I go back over character witnesses for Beasley and decide to start looking at Mrs. Beasley’s information.

I know Jim is handling the interviews for her side of the case, but I wonder if anyone from her file could be a suspect. It’d be nice to go into court and be able to show Beasley has an alibi and put suspicion on someone else.
Even if it’s circumstantial.

I open her file and, like the others, we have photos of her pre-mortem and post-mortem, the crime scene, character witnesses and eye-witnesses. I skip the photos of the victim and crime scene and go straight to the character and eye- witness photos.

I’ve looked through them dozens of times before. I don’t know why I feel that this time will be any different. As I near the bottom of the stack, I come across a photo of a man who seems vaguely familiar. His build is similar to that of Tanner Beasley. He has the same salt-and-pepper hair. I flip the photo over.
Harvey Taylor.

49. Friend of Victim.

I review Jim’s notes on Harvey Taylor. He’s a widower and also a deacon at the church with Tanner Beasley, but Jim’s notes reflect he had a closer friendship with Mrs. Beasley. He plans to do a follow-up interview.

Harvey stated he and Mrs. Beasley did bible studies together during lunch on Mondays and Thursdays while Beasley worked. He says Beasley was aware of this and didn’t mind his friendship with Mrs. Beasley.

Harvey goes on to say Mrs. Beasley confided in him that she worried Beasley had an addiction of some sort though she didn’t know what it was or where he went several nights a week. On these nights, Mrs. Beasley would call Harvey and they would talk on the phone or he would come over and they would keep each other company. Mrs. Beasley didn’t like to be left alone and she worried dreadfully over Mr. Beasley and his whereabouts.
I bet she did.

Harvey admits to following Beasley a few times to discover his addiction, but states he never found out where Beasley was going.
I doubt that.
The night of Mrs.

Beasley’s murder Harvey’s statement says he was at home sick. He made a stop at the pharmacy the day before and our file shows a copy of the receipt where he purchased medicine for a cold.

I read over his statement again and I’m honestly surprised Jim hasn’t scheduled that follow-up interview yet. Surely he’s as suspicious of his relationship with Mrs. Beasley as I am. I’ve looked at his statement once and I’m extremely suspicious.

I grab the DVD of the footage and exchange Ferris Bueller for Ecstasy. It doesn’t take me long to find Harvey Taylor on the screen. He’s wearing a fedora that’s pulled down low, but it’s definitely him.
Sick my ass.
He sits a few tables away from Beasley. The moment Beasley leaves with Memphis for a private dance, Harvey exits the club. I check the time stamp on the security footage.
Two hours prior to Mrs. Beasley’s time of death.

“Can I ask you something?” I glance up from my computer and see Blake standing at my desk. She’s biting her bottom lip as if she’s nervous. I stop typing and give her my full attention.

“Absolutely.”

“Okay. Pretend as though you’re not dating my brother. I need the advice from a friend. Not my brother’s bae.”

“Okay.” I answer. “You’re making me nervous though.”

She walks around and grabs Sharon’s empty chair, sliding it over to my desk. She glances around to ensure the office is empty before she starts talking again.
Now I’m really nervous.

“What is your stopping point, sexually?” she asks and I choke a little. “I mean, is there anything you would absolutely positively say no to?”

I try to think of the right response for her without completely embarrassing her…or myself
.
I haven’t said no to Cameron yet.
Spanking, blindfolds, handcuffs, public places, anal.
Honestly, with the way I feel about him, there’s probably not much I wouldn’t let him do to me.

“Is there something Langston’s asking you to do that you’re not comfortable with?” I ask. Maybe that’s the better route to go. She blushes
. Definitely the better route to go.

“Langston said he wants me to be a little more adventurous. I don’t know what else I can do. I mean, we do plenty already. I thought I was pleasing him in that department.”

“Was he specific about what he wanted you to do?” I tread lightly.

“He said he wanted me to be more open with my body and with our

relationship.” her doe eyes water up a little as she says this.

“Blake, is he asking you to have an open relationship? Like have sex with other people?”

“I don’t know. I changed the subject after he said that and told him we’d talk more about it later. That was last week and he hasn’t brought it up again. I mean, would you do that?”

“I don’t think Cameron…”

“You’re not my brother’s bae right now.” she quickly reminds me.

“Fine…I don’t think my boyfriend would ask me to have an open relationship.

If he did, I personally wouldn’t feel comfortable with that. That’s me. You have to decide what’s right for you and set your own boundaries. Some relationships work being open.”

“It’s just…I’m pretty sure I love Langston. We haven’t said it yet, but I don’t want to lose him if I tell him no.”

“How old are you, Blake?”

“I’m twenty-three.”