“Whatever.” She swats the air. “She needs a nest, like a box.”
“I’ll get her one.”
“Have you taken her to the vet?”
“On Monday, I’ll ask the vet to find her a good home.”
“Since you know everything, you should know when you’re wrong,” she snaps, reigning over my desk. “She needs a quiet space with no stress, and miraculously, she seemed content in your sterile home. You can’t move her now. You need to?—”
“Do not tell me what Ineedto do, Ms. Jones.”
“Why not? I’m not confident you know how to take care of a pussy.”
“Oh, I can take care of acat, Ms. Jones.”
She cocks a brow. “You sure? Because she seemed lonely. Like you don’t know how to pet one.”
“I know how to pet a pussy and?—”
What the fuck?
Shut up!
Suddenly, she smirks. She won. “Whoops. Did I push your buttons, Mr. Cummings? My bad. I was just looking for MUTE.”
Fuck, she’s a wildfire.
Every muscle in my body burns to bend Ruby over my desk, rip her tight purple dress open, and spank her ass before I take brutal care of her sweet pussy. I’ll make her come, screaming, and dripping on the floor. I’ll stand in our puddle while I make her lick our cum off my shoe.
That’show I’ll take care of her.
She makes my heart pound, my dick swelling rock hard as I clench my molars. “Ms. Jones…” I’m tempted to risk my career for her. My life for her. For just one hard, sweaty fuck with her. “Close my doo?—”
“Knock, knock. Mr. Cummings.” A deep voice accompanies a rap on my open door. In a lust-crazed stupor, my glare whips from Ruby to my brother, Nick, standing in the threshold. “Am I interrupting?” he asks.
“No.” I’m shocked. “Come in.”
Nick enters with his partner, Zar Rollins, and Ruby stammers, “What… What are you two doing here?”
Nick looks back at me, his eyes asking what she knows about us, and I barely lift my brows—nothing.Thanks to our father’s violence, my brothers and I have a silent language of survival we can speak.
And Zar? He’s one of our queens. He knows better than to reveal our secrets, too.
“We’re clients,” Zar explains, greeting Ruby with a kiss on the cheek.
For a moment, I’m confused about how they know each other; then …of course. Zar is also partnered with Ruby’s sister, Scarlett, and her husband, Luca Mercier.
This is a passionate small city.
“Clients for what?” Ruby’s cute face twists. “Is everything okay?”
“Ms. Jones, it’s inappropriate to question my clients.” I stand, gesturing to my office door. “Give us privacy.”
“But they’re myfriends,” she debates. “They’re more than clients to me.”
And they’re my family. But I can’t tell her.
“Now, Ms. Jones.”