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  Their Twisted Love

  (The Twisted Mosaic – Book 2)

  by

  Amelia James

  www.EvolvedPub.com

  Copyright © 2013 Amelia James

  Cover Art Copyright © 2013 Mallory Rock

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  Edited by Stevie Mikayne

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  Disclaimer:

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or the author has used them fictitiously.

  I write fiction. I give my readers the benefit of the doubt and assume they know erotic fiction sex is fantasy sex, and in fantasies, we're allowed to break the rules. I believe in practicing safe sex, but my characters do not use condoms because this is a fantasy, an escape from the harsh realities of everyday life. My readers are smart enough to know the difference.

  Dedication:

  This book is dedicated to everyone who read Her Twisted Pleasures. This story is for your pleasure.

  Table of Contents

  Red

  The Same Mistake

  Once and Done

  The Wrong Reasons

  Still Can't Say No

  Marked

  Just Once More

  Playing Nice

  Playing Dirty

  His Mistake

  Not That Woman

  Proof

  The Open Door

  Proceed with Caution

  Trouble

  Their Twisted Love

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  What's Next?

  More from Amelia James

  Also from Evolved Publishing

  Red

  "I want you to fuck me like an Olympic gymnast tonight, Alex." Joan Turner, District Attorney, leaned over her desk and let her blouse fall open to give me a peek at her magnificent breasts. Not that I needed any motivation. I'd been fucking her for a couple of months, and she always came back for more.

  "I'll fuck you like I always do, babe."

  She cringed at the nickname. Ms. Big-shot DA hated being called babe, sweetheart, girl, or any term that belittled her position, but she needed to be reminded that she was only my boss in the office—not in the bedroom.

  "And you'll like it." I slipped my hand inside her shirt and caressed her silky skin.

  She purred and squirmed, trying to force her nipple from her bra, and almost succeeded when someone knocked on the door. "Damn it!" She jumped and pulled her blouse closed. "Come in."

  My paralegal, Claire, peeked in. "Sorry, ma'am. You asked me to join you?" She held the doorknob and waited for confirmation.

  "Yes. Sit down."

  Claire scurried over to the desk, smoothing her skirt under her round ass as she sat down beside me. She laid a file on top of her thighs and crossed her ankles like a good girl. Her mousy brown bangs fell across her eyes, and she tucked them behind her ear. I'd wanted to screw that seemingly innocent young lady to the wall, but I'd worked hard to get this lead prosecutor position. Would've been a shame to lose it in a sex scandal.

  But no sooner had I unpacked my office, than Joan made her intentions toward me perfectly clear. She wanted me for her boy toy, her after hours—and sometimes during—plaything. That lasted through our first romp in the sack, and then I took over. And she loved it.

  Joan beckoned for the file on Claire's lap. "What's happening with the McCloskey case?"

  Claire bit her lip and I scratched my head. "We can't prove he hired Caine to kill Mrs. McCloskey until we find the payment."

  "Do you have people looking for it?"

  "Forensic accounting is working on it, but they're backed up. The trial could be over before they find anything. The judge won't give me another continuance."

  Joan sat back in her chair, tapping her fingers together. "Then hire someone else to find it."

  Claire squirmed in her seat. "I know...." She cleared her throat and started again. "I know a girl... she's a computer genius. I met her at a paralegal conference last fall."

  "Get me her contact information."

  "Yes ma'am." Claire left the file and hurried back to my office.

  Joan watched her close the door. "She's still clueless, right?"

  "That girl is the smartest assistant I've ever had."

  "About us."

  "Oh. Right. Doesn't know a thing."

  "Good. I have a lunch appointment in ten minutes." She handed me the McCloskey file, effectively dismissing me. "Dinner at six tonight."

  "Make it seven." I didn't explain why. No reason than to keep her at my command, but she didn't need to know that.

  "All right." She turned to her computer and started typing.

  I slid my hand across her shoulder and grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her neck. Her spine went rigid as I pulled her close. "No underwear allowed."

  Her eyes flashed and she argued, "I can't go without a bra."

  "But you will."

  Her phone buzzed and a female voice echoed over the intercom. "Judge Hamilton is here to see you."

  "Thank you. I'll be right out." She tried to shrug me off, but I yanked her head back and gave her a quick hard kiss.

  "You'll get more of this after dinner."

  "I hope so."

  "Have I ever disappointed you?"

  "Never." She blushed as her phone buzzed again. "Now get out."

  "Yes, boss." I let her enjoy that moment and then made a show of adjusting my pants, and re-positioning my suit jacket over my stiff crotch before opening the door.

  ***

  Claire handled all the contact with the forensic accountant so I had no idea we'd hired her until Joan informed us at our staff meeting a week later.

  "Her? What the fucking hell! We hired her to help with this case?"

  "Who?" Claire scrambled after me, barely slipping through Joan's door before I slammed it shut.

  My heart hammered as I stomped down the hall to my office. "Jesus Christ." A year and a half spent getting over what she did to me... what I did to her... shot to hell.

  "Am I missing something?"

  I plunked down in my chair and searched my calendar. Wednesday, 2:30, Meeting with FA. "Shit, why didn't you put her name on here?"

  "Sorry, I was in a hurry."

  The appointment reminder popped up on my screen. Fucking hell. In five minutes, the woman I'd screwed over and fallen in love with would walk back into my life. Love. What a crock. I wasn't supposed to get attached. That was our—my—most important rule. But that slut—don't call her that—that beautiful, smart, stubborn-as-fucking-hell wildcat in the sack had sunk her claws into me and ripped my heart to shreds. The scars still burned.

  My assistant drummed her fingers on my desk. I took a deep breath and tried to say something that made sense. "What's on the agenda?"

  Claire handed me a spreadsheet. "I gave her copies of all the information our accountants dug up on McCloskey's money. She said she'd look it o
ver, but you two would need to strategize how to find it."

  I'd like her to find the money she took from me. "What the hell does she need me for?"

  "Do you two know each other? She didn't speak for a full minute when I said your name on the phone."

  So... she's still bent out of shape over me. Good. I re-lived bending her over that pool table and almost came in my pants. "We've met." Any further information would spin out of control faster than a rookie skier on a black diamond slope.

  "Uh-huh." She looked at me with a skeptical eye, probing questions brewing in her analytical brain. I'd trained her well.

  "Bring me her résumé." All the information looked familiar until about eighteen months ago. After I left her.... My tie suddenly constricted, and I pulled it loose. She'd earned a certificate in forensic accounting, and worked on several high-profile cases. A quick read of her recommendation letters told me if anyone could find McCloskey's hit payment, it was her. "Looks like she's the best person for the job. Damn it."

  "She's going to be here any minute, so pull yourself together."

  I caught my reflection in the computer monitor, straightened my tie and tried to make my hair look less "mad scientist" and more "determined lawyer." I settled for "desperate prosecutor."

  A knock rattled the door and my nerves. I nodded at Claire. "Answer it."

  My assistant crossed the room and let Talia Stone back into my life.

  "Hello, Alex. You look... just as I expected." Her eyes lit up and a smirk twisted her lips as her gaze travelled down my chest.

  What the hell is so funny? I glanced down and noticed my shirt buttoned up crooked. I'd gotten dressed in a hurry after fucking Joan this morning. Had it been off-center all day?

  "Talia. Good to see you." My God. She looked even more beautiful the last time I saw her... sweaty and naked on the floor in Will's arms.

  Her eyes narrowed and she snarled. "Is it?"

  "You're here to work." Tell that to my dick.

  "I think I hear my phone ringing." Claire grabbed her legal pad and scurried out of my office.

  Talia waited until the door clicked shut before tearing into me. "You're supposed to be in Charleston. What the hell are you doing here?"

  Working with her would be fucking impossible, but I resisted the urge to screw her into submission. "Trying to win a case. Can you help me or not?"

  "I can.... The question is whether or not I will." She crossed her arms over her chest.

  Damn, I miss those tits. "Don't fuck with me."

  Red fury colored her face. "Don't even...! If I'd known I'd be working with you, I never would've come."

  "Oh, you'd come." Images of all the times and all the ways I'd made her come invaded my head. Goddamn it! My restraint slipped and I stalked her, backing her up against the wall. We'd done this before—and she remembered how that ended as well as I did.

  "Stop. Stop it now."

  I fingered the buttons on her blouse. Her lacy bra peeked at me through the thin silk. "Still can't say no, can you?"

  She didn't stop me. "No, damn it. I have a boyfriend." Her voice faltered as she said the words.

  I laughed so hard tears rolled down my cheeks. "Really? You think a boyfriend would stop me? Or you?" My cock hardened as more memories battered my defenses. Her naked on that fancy bathroom floor. Me tied to her bed. Him watching us fuck on his couch.

  She grabbed my tie and pulled me close. "Nothing ever stopped us."

  Oh shit. This was not what I wanted. But maybe I needed to fuck her and get it out of the way. My thumb brushed her nipple, and her breath tickled my lips as she moaned. Don't kiss her. Don't....

  I yanked her head back and bit down on her throat. She yowled and clawed my shoulders through my shirt. I crushed her against the wall and ground my erection between her thighs. But I wouldn't kiss her.

  She shoved my chest and glared at me, breathing hard. "Bastard."

  "Whore." I stepped back and braced myself for a slap. She'd fucked me and taken my money. She deserved to be called a whore.

  Instead, she walked around me and bent over my desk, reaching for the McCloskey file. "Tell me about the case." Her skirt slid up, nearly revealing the tempting gap between her thighs.

  "Huh?" I straightened my tie and sat down, hoping my desk would keep us separated. "Oh. We need to find proof McCloskey paid someone to shoot his wife."

  "No one in your office can find the money?"

  "Not yet. That's why Claire recommended you."

  "I see." She flipped through the file and then dropped it on my desk as she walked behind me to look over my shoulder at the monitor. "I'll need a place to work... uninterrupted."

  "Claire set up workspace in the conference room."

  "Then why am I in your office?"

  I turned my chair to face her. "She told me you wanted to meet with me first."

  "I never.... I don't need your help."

  "Great. Get to work." And get out of my life. But I couldn't say those words to her.

  Talia scowled and tried to turn away, but I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my lap.

  She straddled my legs. "You never could keep your hands off me."

  I pressed my nose against hers and let her squirm. My erection came back to raging life. "Give me one reason why I should." I sure as hell couldn't think of any.

  "I could give you a hundred."

  "All I need is one." My lips brushed her cheek.

  "Fuck you."

  I kissed her. Goddamn it. I kissed her so hard and so strong we nearly tumbled to the floor. Fire shot through my limbs, re-igniting all the embers I'd kept smoldering for her. Fucking hell, why won't this flame die? She loosened my tie, and I pulled her blouse up. My God, her skin! Mmm... it had been so long since I'd touched her.

  "I missed your touch." She kissed me before I could tell her I'd missed her, too. She scooted back, and I slid my hand under her skirt and ripped her panties open. Then she pushed forward, jamming my finger into her wet pussy.

  "Just as tight as I remember." I stroked her, rubbing her clit with my thumb.

  "Make me come." She ground against my hand, then stopped. "No, you shouldn't."

  "I don't care." I shut her up with a biting kiss.

  Talia moaned and rubbed my crotch. My cock sought out her hand like it hadn't gotten any action in months, when it had only been a few hours. She spread her legs wider and gasped as I stuffed another finger in.

  "Alex." Claire knocked as she opened the door. "Joan needs see you right away... oh."

  Joan? My boss. Shit!

  Talia stood up so fast she stumbled back against the credenza. "I um... I'll go set up my laptop." She straightened her skirt and hurried past my assistant.

  Claire smiled. "I'll tell her you need a minute."

  "Thanks."

  She giggled as she shut the door.

  I fell back in my chair. My heart hammered as I straightened my tie, nearly strangling myself in the process. "Jesus Christ, she unzipped my pants." I turned my back to the door just in case Claire decided to deliver another urgent message. My shirt caught on my belt buckle. Damn buttons are still fucked up. I redid everything, making sure the each button went in the right button-hole. Took two women to mess me up like this. But the only one I wanted was the one I thought I never wanted back.

  ***

  A handwritten note lay on my desk. I went to my hotel. I'll see you in the morning. Talia had signed it with an illegible scrawl. Probably in a hurry—or pissed. I thought about going after her, but Joan was waiting for me in the lobby. We had plans for the evening—probably all night. A business dinner with a couple of colleagues and then we'd sneak away to her place or mine for sex that might even break some archaic laws in this state.

  Her place—so I can leave when I want to.

  I crumpled Talia's note and tossed it in the trash. "I'm out for the day."

  Claire nodded as she typed an email, probably dishing the dirt she'd witnessed in my office earlier.
Good. Another red herring to divert suspicion away from me and Joan.

  ***

  Joan's narrowed eyes scolded me for being late as I took my seat at the table. I usually enjoyed our sexual power struggle, but the reunion with Talia had drained me. Definitely her place.

  "Would you like something from the bar, sir?" The lovely waitress smiled at me as she set drinks in front of my companions.

  "What do you have on tap?"

  She rattled off an impressive list of beers, and I chose an import I'd never heard of. Might be time for something new.

  My cell phone buzzed with a text from Claire. 'I have a doctor's appointment early tomorrow. I'll be in after that.'

  'Okay.'

  I laid my phone beside my plate. Someone else might need me, but the only people who contacted me after hours were sitting at the table. Talia's job wasn't restricted to my office. She could work from her hotel if she wanted to. She might need me... might need my help. We didn't have to work in the same office—or even in the same city. Why the hell did she come here and fuck up my life? Everything was just fine until she came back. My job, my relationship... perfect.

  "How are things working out with Talia?"

  What the fuck...?

  Joan blinked at me, waiting for an answer. "The new forensic accountant?"

  Oh. "Just fine. She's good. She'll get the job done and go back to Chicago."

  "That's what I like to hear."

  Me too. But the thought of saying goodbye to Talia left me as empty as the beer glass in my hand. I asked the waitress for a refill, and then coasted through dinner, tuning out anything Joan said unless she addressed me directly.

  "Goodnight, gentlemen." Joan shook hands with my fellow prosecutors, glancing at her watch as they departed. "My place?"

  "Yeah."

  "Wait ten minutes, then take the long way."

  I waited five and drove straight to her condo. She was still wearing her red bra and panties when I walked into her bedroom.

  "You forgot to wait."

  "You forgot who's in charge." I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard, biting her lower lip while I sank my fingers into her ass. Where the hell did that come from?