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had built this
together and pride in that knowledge and having a stress free life was more
than worth it. The only thing that was better to him was being a Dom.
    ~YH~
    After
thirty-five minutes driving through the start of rush hour traffic, Masaun
walked into the Virginia Beach Court House building, carrying the mammoth
nostalgic candy basket. He felt like at any time someone was going to ask him
to sing. After passing through the security check and having the package wand-scanned
three times, he was allowed to continue into building ten where the CA and his
team had been housed since the new court house was built eighteen years ago.
    As
he came to the reception desk, a wooden nameplate rested declaring the woman as
the CA office’s executive assistant. The brown-haired woman who looked as if
she had her hands full at the end of the day glanced up at him. “How may I help
you?” Her voice was soft, professional and heavily southern laced.
    “Yes.
I’m delivering this for a Mr. Lang—”
    “One
second.” She held a finger to Masaun and cut him off as a man came out of the
elevator and strutted down the hall past them, definitely an attorney. Grabbing
a file, she bolted down the hall after him. “Mr. Compton.”
    Masaun
watched the woman disappear around the corner as she chased the man’s long
strides to either his office or an important meeting. Not a patient man, Masaun
decided he would locate Mr. Langston himself, drop the package at the desk if
it was open and leave. Traffic would be bad enough as he headed home, so no
need for him to stand here twiddling his thumbs.
    Deciding
to start in the opposite direction from where the executive assistant went, he
went along the hall reading the different name plates on the doors. He passed a
conference room that had several people boxed in around piles of legal papers,
files and books filled with historical case references. Shaking his head, he
reflected he didn’t miss that.
    Two
doors down, he located a brass plaque with Assistant Commonwealth Attorney Kin
Langston. Moving before the open doorway, he froze. Before him wasn’t a male
attorney, Asian, he had surmised by the spelling of the first name, but all
woman.
    She
was standing behind her desk talking on the phone, with her free hand in a fist
on her hip. The statuesque black woman wore her thick ebony hair with brown
highlights in twisted waves that hung over the front of her olive, form-fitting
suit. Her hair was parted down the middle, causing the tresses to caress the
sides of the creamy chestnut complexion of her face. A face that took his
breath away, made heat spread in his gut and caused his cock to instantly awaken
in his slacks when she gazed up at him.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER two
     
     
    “I
don’t give a damn what their excuse is in your department, I want that
information. This asshole is a perverted son of a bitch that preys on little
children and when he’s done, he disposes of them in the most heinous way.” Even
as Kindle listened to the clerk on the phone her gaze was fixed on the man
before her.
    The
clerk was hemming and hawing about why they didn’t have parts of the
documentation one of her assistants had gone to pick up. The coroner’s report
was an important piece for her case. However, she didn’t even comprehend any of
his words. It was virtually impossible to think, hear or breathe with such a
sexy man before her.
    In
her profession, she was around more men than women. A lot of them were
attractive and overly confident but none of them seemed to compare to the man
standing in her doorway, holding a gigantic package in his hand. For that point
alone, she should have been distracted enough not to see the man. But she not
only saw him, she was reacting to him in a completely biological way.
    It
shocked her that she could even recognize a biological response in herself
since the last time she felt this way had been more than four years ago when she
was on a date. Try