Passion In James County XI: Abby
Chapter seven
At the end of his shift, Greg Atkinson signed off with the dispatcher and put his patrol vehicle in the garage, then went into his house. He took off his uniform, took a shower, and put on his sweat suit. He planned to finish up some reports, then spend the rest of the evening watching TV.
After he poured himself a cup of coffee, Greg went into his office, sat down at his computer, turned on the power, and booted it. Once he had his word processor going he began finishing a report on a series of summer home burglaries he'd been investigating.
"Well," Greg told himself as he worked, "once they read this in the prosecutor's office, I bet they'll let me arrest old Hiram and his kids."
He was just about finished when the phone rang. Greg picked it up. "Greg Atkinson," he said.
"Greg?" a feminine voice said, "I'm glad I found you at home."
Greg recognized the caller. The voice massaging his ear belonged to Susan Darden, a deputy prosecutor in neighboring Lincoln County. He'd been working with deputies from the Lincoln County Sheriff's department on a homicide case Susan was prosecuting.
"You got lucky," Greg replied, "I just got in."
"I have some questions about your report on the Williams case," she said, "Do you think we could get together so I can get some answers?"
"Any time," Greg told her.
"There's a discovery hearing scheduled for tomorrow," Susan said. "Do you think we could get together this afternoon?"
"Sure," Greg said, "I just got off duty, so I'm free until tomorrow morning. You want me to run over to your office?"
"You don't have to," Susan said. "I just got out of court and I'm headed home. Would you mind if I stopped by your house?"
"No, not at all," Greg replied, "I've got my reports in my computer, anyhow."
"Great," Susan said. "I'll be over in a little bit."
Greg put the phone down and finished the report he was working on. Having Susan visit his home wasn't unusual. She lived not far from where he did and since they did work together on a lot of cases, Susan stopped by his house quite often.
Greg considered Susan a good friend, and he always enjoyed flirting with her because she flirted back. She was happily married and he had long ago decided that her flirtatiousness toward him was really playfulness. Although he found her attractive, the fact that she was married had kept him from seeing if their relationship could go beyond flirting.
Greg sat at his computer, continuing to think about Susan. She really was a very attractive woman. She had dark brown hair cut very, very short, in a style that looked quite becoming on her. She also had generous breasts, nice legs and a very good shape. In addition, she possessed one of the most intriguing smiles he'd ever seen and her sultry voice occasionally caused a reaction in his body when he talked with her on the phone.
A knock sounded on Greg's door about a half-hour after Susan's call. He opened the door and found the deputy prosecutor standing on his back porch, wearing a pink shirt that hung almost to her knees and black stirrup pants. It was a striking outfit.
"Hi, Greg," Susan said, smiling at him.
Once more Greg wondered about the hint of invitation in her smile and in her gaze. "Come in, Susan," he said and stepped back so she could enter his home.
They went into his office and Greg sat back down at his computer.
Susan sat down in a chair next to him. She was close enough so Greg the enticing scent of her perfume drifted into his nose. He found it very alluring and realized he was far more aware of her nearness, and the effect it was having on him, than he had been when she'd visited in the past.
"So what questions do you have about the Williams case that you need to have answered?" he asked.
Susan told him.
"No problem," Greg replied, "I'll bring up the file. I think I know exactly where the information you need is."
"Great," Susan said. "This is an important case, and I know the defense thinks they have some motions they can get the judge to accept. If you've got what I think you do, I'll be able to get their motions denied."
Greg pulled up the file he was looking for and scrolled to the point in the report where he believed the answers were. "I think what you're looking for is right there," he said and leaned back in his chair.
Susan stood up and leaned over him so she could see the screen. "I see," she said, "Yes, that's exactly what I was looking for. You think you could print me a copy of this?"
"Ah...yeah," Greg replied. Because of the way she was leaning over him to see the computer screen, Susan's firm breasts were pressing against his shoulder and back. A file may have come up on his computer, but other things were coming up, too. He was glad he was wearing loose sweat pants.
Susan, finished looking at the information on the computer, went to straighten up and lost her balance. She tried to steady herself and, in doing so, she reached out and put her hand on Greg's desk. Her temporary loss of balance temporarily caused her breasts to press even tighter against him.
Greg looked up at Susan, who looked down and saw him looking at her. For the first time since he'd known her, the attractive lawyer lost the self-assured look she always had. She looked confused, and maybe even a little frightened. Her face began to flush, her eyes widened, and he felt her inhale deeply.
"I can't believe this is happening!" Greg thought. He laid a hand gently on Susan's head and urged her face toward his. Their lips met and when they did, excitement surged through him.
Susan moaned softly into his mouth, then her tongue caressed his lips and stabbed between them. The rush of ecstasy Greg was experiencing grew in intensity as their tongues lashed.
