Final Cut Miami Voodoo You Love? by Belinda McBride

Your brother started searching when Jedidiah tried to hire you to cover Mya’s case.”
    “But why? I had the big case with the condos, but handed most of my other cases off to other attorneys in the months leading up to it. I can’t remember what I did after.” She leaned into him, propping her chin on his shoulder. He reached around, cradling her bottom.
    “You began to make arrangements to leave. Maybe if we cover some of your other cases, you’ll remember something.” Antonio watched the ocean as the waves steadily rolled in. He heard others laughing, calling out to one another. A kiteboarder danced on the waves and became airborne, like a giant, colorful bird. In the distance a cruise ship made it stately way to another port of call.
    “I don’t really remember much. The cases I do remember were a few years ago.”
    “Gantry vs. Pelham?” She shook her head. “James Johnson? Fernando and Olivia Margeuilles?” Everything he tossed out was negative. “Maybe we need to go look into your files. Would they all be in your office?”
    “No, I kept copies of everything at home on my computer.” She looked at him. “Which is in storage. Wherever that might be.”
    He grinned. “I do know where that might be. But it’s in Ft Lauderdale, and we need to retrieve your ID for them to issue a key. Of course, locks usually aren’t a problem if you happen to have a bolt cutter handy.”
    She sighed. “No quick, easy answers.” She climbed off Antonio, allowing him to stand.
    “No, but we have a lead. We’ll go to the Final Cut. Keep going there until someone shows up who might have answers.”
    “Answers? How do we get those when we don’t even know the questions?”
    Antonio pulled her to his body, enjoying the sensation of bare skin, wet clothing and warm air. They’d need to go back to his room to shower and change. Maybe they’d try sex in a bed for once. He leaned down, kissing her neck, her jaw, and then her mouth. She opened to him willingly and without fear this time. When he was confident that she was well and truly aroused, he broke the kiss and gazed down into her unusual eyes.
    “First we find out how. That will lead us to why.”
    “Then we’ll know who.”
    “Exactly. Then, we’ll handle it.” He turned, giving her his back. “Ready to face the perils of dry land?” He turned and bent slightly. She vaulted lightly to his back, settling comfortably. He carried her easily; she seemed to weigh next to nothing. But as she nuzzled his neck and jaw, every step got harder to take and the distance became interminable. But the time they returned to the hotel, they were both more than willing to take the elevator.
    * * *
    “Stand still!” Antonio juggled the conditioner bottle, a comb, and the slippery naked women whose antics were driving him to distraction. Clearly, he needed more than two hands. The moment he let her loose, she was sliding down to her knees, teasing and tasting, exploring his cock, his balls and beyond. With an exasperated sigh, he filled his palm with the expensive hair product and saturated her hair with it even as her exploring finger breeched his ass. His hips jerked forward and his aroused cock collided with her cheekbone.
    “Ow!” She fell back onto her naked bottom. “You could put an eye out with that thing!”
    For a moment, he just stared at the bedraggled woman at the bottom of his shower. Carefully, he recapped the bottle and leaned back against the wet tile wall.
    And then he laughed.
    Antonio held his sides, and some sane, abstract compartment in his brain told him this wasn’t a funny moment, but really, it was. He’d nearly put out her eye with his cock… all because she’d stuck her finger up his ass! He laughed, sliding to the floor of the shower, water pelting down into his face. He sobered momentarily, looking at Coco through the sheet of water. Her gaze was averted, but she was smiling too.
    “It’s good to see you laugh, Antonio.” She scooted