Sudden Deception (A Jill Oliver Thriller) Read Online Free Page B

could hear him talking to someone in a low tone. She could sense the agitation in his voice and she got the feeling he was speaking to a female. Jill could often place tonality since she had studied this in her second year at the US Marshal Service.
    When the conversation had ended, she peered in and offered a sweet, “Who was that, handsome?”
    David abruptly pivoted around and tucked his mobile phone into his jacket pocket. Even in the early morning, David was striking. His rugged, strong Robert Redford-type face made her wonder why he became a journalist instead of an actor. She was happy with his choice, as an actor would be far too vain for a life-mate. But she couldn’t help but gush over his beauty. He was dressed for his regular squash game with his buddy Steve—a regular event when David was home. His long, tight black running shorts accentuated his tanned quads. Jill loved a man with nice legs and a delicious tight ass. The top half of his body was covered with a Nike black jacket, shielding him from Jill’s desire to walk over and straddle him into submission.
    “It’s just my editor on my case to get this article to him,” he responded in a monotone.
    As Jill looked at him quizzically, he added: “I have some bad news.” David hesitated, averting his eyes from Jill to a spot on the floor. “I have to go back into the field.”
    “When?” She folded her arms slowly. Her jet-black hair slid off her shoulder as she cocked her head to one side.
    “Tonight,” he said softly, getting up and walking toward her. He hadn’t shaved, and a dusting of hair darkened his chin, just the way she liked it. Her heart sank fast, hitting a newly formed lump in her stomach.
    “I have to head back to Doha to follow up on the interviews on those U.S. soldiers back from Iraq. My editor feels there is enough information over there to get another story off the ground, and I guess I’m the only one available to do it. Sorry, my love,” he said, arching one of his blond eyebrows. For a second Jill thought she could see a twinkle in his blue eyes. He normally made her melt when he looked at her this way, but today she only felt unsettled.
    “It’s fine,” she pouted. “I’m still knee-deep in my current assignment anyway. Coffee made?”
    David pulled her into a tight hug. “You’re not mad, are you, babe?”
    Jill didn’t answer; she just hugged him back. He knew and Jill knew. Nothing more needed to be said.
    The day turned into evening and David was attentive for most of the day — yet somehow distracted. She asked him what was on his mind, but he didn’t respond with any sort of convincing answer. He kept insisting nothing was wrong, but Jill knew better. Walking into their bedroom, Jill saw that his suitcase, lying on the smooth wood floor, was already packed. Shirts were folded as if a professional launderer had done them. David routinely lined up his clothes on the bed, determining the best fit for each trip.
    The sun was dipping behind the Catalinas outside the bathroom window. The sound of splattering water with steam puffing up drew her to the shower, but when she looked through the clear glass door she could not see him. Then behind her, a feather-light touch on her shoulder signaled her to relax. His lips caressed the back of her neck and the warmth in her belly melted her nervous lump. His fingers lifted her shirt up ever so slightly, adding more heat to the already steamy room. Jill began to feel the warmth of the tingle move lower. He gracefully slid his hands up her rib cage, taunting her, then cupped her firm breasts. His fingers pinched her hardened nipples and he whispered into her ear, “Wanna clean up with me?”
    The place between her legs began to ache and pulse. He slowly turned her around, then kissed her hard, his tongue lashing at hers inside her warm mouth. The mist of the shower fogged in the bathroom as David lifted the cropped T-shirt over her head with practiced ease and gazed in