Page 25 of Wild Night

Regardless of it being real or fake, we fall asleep, my cock buried and softening inside of her sweet cunt. Posey with her tits pressed against my chest and her lips touching my throat.

Fucking perfection.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

IVY

I needto go to the office this morning. I have a couple of cases I’m working on, but I also need to get some information from the woman lying beside me. I know I can’t fuck over my clients, but I also can’t fuck over the club. It’s not that I don’t trust her to be alone here, except I kind of don’t, but it’s also the fact that I need to get to know her as quickly as possible, need her to trust me and open up to me.

“You’re thinking,” she moans as she rolls over and places her hand on the center of my chest.

Flicking my attention to her, I arch a brow as I look down at her. Posey’s eyes are closed, and if I didn’t know better, I would assume that she’s still asleep, but she slowly tips her head back and opens those beautiful honey eyes to look up at me.

“I am thinking,” I state.

“It’s too early,” she says on a yawn.

My lips twitch into a smirk, and I clear my throat, one of my hands sliding up the center of her back to tangle in her hair at thenape of her neck. I watch her nostrils flare as she presses her lips together tightly.

I tug gently on her hair as my gaze searches hers. She’s down to fuck right now, but I need to get moving, and as much as I want to be inside of her every waking moment, we can’t talk and I can’t get my information if all we do is fuck.

“It is, but I have to go into the office.”

“You have an office?” she asks, almost in a whisper.

The reaction is cute, funny even. She’s surprised that I have an office, but where the fuck else would I practice law? I don’t say that as much as I’m thinking it. Instead, I give her a smirk and a wink before I speak.

“I have an office and even a partner where I practice law. The club isn’t my only client, and if they were, I would be fucking broke because, on the whole, we do not get into trouble,” I say.

Her eyes are wide, and she leans forward a bit more, which I allow even though I haven’t released my grasp on her hair. I’m not sure I want to let her go, now or really ever. I like having her right here, close to me, her naked body pressed against my own.

“Can I come with you?”

Inwardly, I’m smiling fucking huge because this is what I wanted for her. Outwardly, I just watch her for a moment, my eyes searching hers. Then it hits me. The idea or concept, whatever it’s called, slams into me.

Lainey and Cidney.

Maybe it doesn’t need to be me extracting information from Posey. I hadn’t even thought about the girls. Although I can’t ask them beforehand. I want everything to be organic and authentic.

I’ll just have to talk to them after they spend some time together and hope to fucking God that they get things I won’t be able to. I have a feeling that Posey isn’t going to give me everything I want for a myriad of reasons, includingembarrassment or shame. Neither of which she ever needs to feel with me.

I’ve done more embarrassing and shameful shit than she could ever imagine. So, honest to fuck, she doesn’t need to worry. What I do need to know is the details of Lucian Whitmore, and I need to figure out who the fuck he is and why he is essentially a goddamn ghost.

“Yeah, princess, you can come with me.”

She smiles for just a moment before it drops, then she leans forward, her eyes focused on me and her face set to serious. “It’s weird, right?” she asks. My shoulders shake with silent laughter as I watch her.

“It is weird,” she breathes. “I just… I can’t hang around this place and do nothing another day. I need to move.”

“Then move you will. Go get a shower and get ready. I’ll head to my place so I can do the same, then I’ll pick you up and we’ll go to the office.”

Before I can even finish my sentence, she has jumped out of bed and is running bare-assed toward the bathroom. My lips twitch into a smirk as I watch her go. She’s fucking adorable. And I’m not sure I’ve ever looked at a sexy-as-fuck woman before and thought that—she’s fucking adorable.

But I do with this one.

Climbing out of bed, I grab my jeans and my shirt, dressing quickly in yesterday’s clothes before I start going through my phone. There aren’t any new notifications, so I don’t have anything to answer. Shifting to my calendar, I groan at the sight of three fucking client meetings today.

It’s going to be a long-ass day. And while Posey can be with me, she can’t be in my meetings, but she can be with Cidney, and she can go down and meet Lainey. She can do all those things and get to know them, hopefully spilling whatever secrets she’s holding.

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