To go from having deprived myself of even a caress to the sensation of him pushing his way inside my body was overwhelming. Ma petite, let me in. I valued that laugh, because I didn't get to hear it often. There was no one behind it, no one to ask if we wanted to check our coats.
And you probably won't like what it will find. You bastard. He looked down at me and slipped his hand between my legs, searching, until he could slip a finger inside me. There'd been a time when the police only called me in after all the other experts had finished with a scene, but that was a while ago.
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