Touch of Doubt (Law vs. Love Book 2) Read Online Free

harden again.
    A knock sounded on the library door.

Carrie scrambled off the oak table and snatched her shirt from the floor as her heart hammered out a hectic beat inside her chest. Her hands trembled as she pulled the silky material over her head and smoothed her hair. It was no matter. Anyone who saw them now would know in an instant what had just happened between them inside this room. Jace’s face was flushed, his tie askew, and a scratch mark had reddened along his neck.
    A moment later, the door clicked open and Sarah’s head popped into the room.
    “Oh, thank god,” Carrie said, sighing against the table. “It’s only you.”
    Sarah’s knowing smile was almost blinding. “Yep. It’s only me, but Rick said something about coming up here. I saw you guys disappear upstairs, so I thought it might be a good idea to come warn you…Seems I was right.”
    Sarah’s eyes darted toward Carrie’s torn thong on the floor. “You might want to make sure you don’t leave your panties up here. And I’d hurry if I were you.”
    With a laugh, Sarah shut the door, leaving Carrie and Jace alone once again.
    Sighing, Carrie snatched her thong from the floor and straightened her wrinkled skirt. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Sure, it had been hot as hell, but it was one of the worst ideas she’d ever had. Anyone could have come in at any moment. Of course, that had been part of the thrill of it all…
    “Jace, we can’t do stuff like this,” she hissed as she tucked her destroyed thong into the back of her skirt.
    “That’s funny,” he said, trailing a hot finger down her back. “Because we just did.”

    Carrie was still flustered when they reached the lobby of The Grand Rizzato. Jace had insisted she come back to the hotel with him to watch the security footage from the night of the murder. He wanted to know what was on the tapes before the police got the warrant and went through the footage themselves. Or at least that’s what he’d said. She knew his games. He probably wanted to lure her up to his penthouse for more sexy time between the sheets.
    Carrie didn’t really understand the big deal about the security footage in the first place. So, some hotshots didn’t want the cops to see them on camera at Jace’s hotel. Who were they? Just another secret Jace was hiding from her, though she supposed she might find out soon enough if they ended up being on those tapes.
    Jace led her through the lobby of the hotel, guests glancing up as they strode past. Jace Holt was well-known, even to tourists who dropped by for a short break to experience the vibrant sights and sounds of the city that never sleeps. Recognition lit their eyes, and Carrie wished she could hide her face from view. No matter what Jace liked to say, she didn’t want to end up as the next scandal on the news.
    The two of them made their way down a quiet hallway, through a door accessed only by a keycard, and into the security room where an elderly man sat with his feet propped up on a plastic table. He was surrounded by monitor screens and empty coffee cups.
    “Ahem,” Jace said when they stepped into the tiny room. It stunk of day-old pizza and stale cigarettes. It was obvious to Carrie that Jace barely interacted with this part of his hotel or it never would have smelled or looked like such a dump. Jace liked everything clean and pristine and sparkling. Except for sex, of course. He seemed to be into more interesting displays of passion these days. Ones that Carrie might have balked at three years ago, but now she was finding incredibly arousing. He made her feel like she could finally let go and do whatever she wanted, whenever and wherever.
    “Sir,” the man said, scrambling to stand when he saw who was hovering in the doorway. “Mr. Holt. I’m sorry for the mess, sir.”
    “We’ll need this taken care of,” Jace said in a clipped tone. “This is not acceptable for The Grand Rizzato, even if guests never see this