I’ll give her space, rest up, and then make my move. This time, with some talking.
It’s time to tame my wild wolf.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TRINA
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I find a parking spot right outside the Black Hawke offices and note that it’s only five minutes.
That’s all I need.
Ryder left his wallet in my car. I have no idea how he paid for the chocolate nuts—guessing Apple Pay or something—but Savannah messaged me last night to see if I had it.
I searched through the car and replied that I did, then promised to drop it off to him today. I don’t have time to stay and chat as I have a sales meeting across town.
Plus, I really don’t want to see Marshall.
Lies, you do.
I rip open the door and straighten my apple green dress, then race through the door...and straight into a solid wall of muscle.
The same one I woke up sprawled on yesterday morning.
Oomph.
“Woah, there,” Marshall says, catching me before I bounce off him. “Where’s the fire?”
Throbbing through my veins whenever you’re nearby.
I don’t say that out loud though.
As if on cue, my core tightens and I’m sure my body temperature rises about three hundred degrees.
“I’m just dropping something off.” I hold up the wallet. “Ryder’s.” I add when he frowns.
Cole walks in behind us.
Marshall rips it from my hand and tosses it to him. “Give this to Ry.”
“No problem.” He grabs it out of the air. “Hey, Trina.”
“Hey, Cole.”
“Stop talking to her,” Marshall says and Cole laughs.
I shoot him a grin as I’m pushed out the door.
“Stop that,” I growl at him. “I didn’t marry you the other night. I slept with you.”
And damn it was amazing.
I have delicious little aches all over my body that remind me of all the pleasure he gave me. The way he pressed me against the wall. Held my hips way too tight—and I loved it—and grabbed my hair while my mouth wrapped around his cock.
I can still taste his come after it slid down my throat.
Honestly, I can count on two fingers how many times I’ve swallowed. The first I swore would be the last. The second was two nights ago.