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She puts a hand to my abs and presses in. “Settle down there, big guy. That’s not what I meant. He knew our family years ago. He and I were friends, but only in a way that kept my little sister out of trouble.” She raises a brow and I force myself to relax, but I still don’t give her any space. “Trig showing his face in the Big D at any time would be a soap opera in the making, but now? And as my lead attorney?” She shakes her head. “Let’s just say, my father’s week got worse today.”

I lift a brow. “You don’t trust this guy?”

Her answer comes quick and resolute. “I trust him, but my dad would’ve kicked him across the Red River if he could’ve the minute Trig stepped foot into that conference room. There’s bad blood there and it doesn’t just have to do with Ellie.”

I only nod because I don’t have the time for her family drama. “If you want me to look into things, I’m going to need access to Patrick’s office, too. Do you know if anyone’s been through his stuff yet?”

“His office has been locked and I ordered for his electronic files to be copied into a private file for me. But after yesterday, I’m not sure how safe anything is anymore.”

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me. “It’s time to do everything you can to be vigilant. I want you to keep your eyes open—anything you see out of the ordinary, call me.”

“Thank you.” She fists my shirt again, presses herself to me, and her voice dips, brushing across my jaw in a way that makes me hard. “For everything.”

I pick her up and plant her ass on the island and pull her to me for a kiss. What I don’t tell her is that I’m being pulled into the SAC’s office in the morning about my involvement with her. I’m not looking forward to it, but I’m also not worried. I also don’t tell her that I’m tracking Bree and how she followed me here tonight. And I certainly don’t tell her about my own drama in Chicago. She’s trying for simple and I need to give her that. “I’m hungry—and for more than what’s on your stove. I’ll finish dinner so we can eat and forget about everything else.”

Her eyes flare and her thighs tighten at my hips, telling me she wants that as much as I do.

Yeah, I’m hungry.

Chapter 22

Beg

Jen

“Oh, fuck. Eli … please.”

“Not yet.”

“I can’t take anymore.”

“You can and you will. Love watching you like this, baby.”

I ate dinner sitting on the island with Eli standing between my legs. If he doesn’t like shellfish, he didn’t let on because he inhaled my easy meal in the time I barely made a dent in mine. Then he asked more questions about Montgomery Industries than I had the answers to.

When I was full and put my plate down, we didn’t do the dishes. Eli’s eyes turned dark and he yanked at the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head. After he popped my bra and I was sitting on my island almost naked in the bright lights of my kitchen, he pulled me to him.

I didn’t hesitate. After my day, I needed him like I needed my next breath. I wanted nothing more than to get lost in him.

In us.

I wrapped myself around him and he carried me to my bedroom where he proved my dinner didn’t fill him up. He slid my panties off and put his mouth between my legs, devouring me like a starved man.

I really need to find a time to pay him back for all his oral attentions.

But he didn’t let me come.

He drove me out-of-my-mind crazy with his tongue and lips and teeth before flipping me over to my stomach where I’m bent over the side of my bed in front of him. Now I’m doing something I’ve never done in my life—beg.

“Knees up and keep your cheek to the bed.”

Oh hell. In all my years, I’ve never done this, either. I mean, he still has all his clothes on and I’m pretty sure he’s still wearing his shoes, as opposed to me, who’s lying here buck naked.

“Thought you wanted it, baby.” I haven’t moved but he keeps talking as his fingers graze the curve of my ass.

I squeeze my legs together, looking for some relief but it’s as useless as an umbrella in a hurricane, which is what I feel building. My clit is hungry—maybe even a little grumpy—for being teased almost to the point of no return before being ditched like a bad date.

I peek over my shoulder. With nothing but a dull ache between my legs and desire pooling deep in my gut, I have no clue why I’m hesitating besides the fact I’m not sure I want my ass in the air for his full view.

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