Morgan sat at her desk trying to focus on work, but she was having a difficult time with it. Her mind kept drifting to Desman but not in the capacity that it should. She should be thinking of ways to bust him and put him away for the rest of his natural life, but all she could think of was those dark, smouldering eyes burning into her, undressing her, taking her in.
She couldn’t resist, Morgan typed Desman’s name into her computer and brought up his rap sheet. Even his mugshot was sexy. The list of felonies that followed, however, was not. God, how was he not already in prison? She could see he’d been in Juvenile Detention Centers four times between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one, and those were only the ones his parents couldn’t save him from. There was no telling how much he got a
