Page 17 of Professional Consult
I can’t remember the last time I had a woman in my bed. Heck, it’s been well over a year. Probably more like two.
And this isn’t just any woman.
America’s freakin’ sweetheart has her cream-colored curves laid out on my Big Lots sheets, and my cock would very much like an introduction into the situation.
Clint knew he was putting a filet in front of a starving dog, yet he did it anyway. What I can’t figure out is why. Was it to be cruel? Or does he actually think I stand a chance?
He was always the one to take risks, but how can I fault him for it? Look what it’s got him. Fame, fortune, glory, everything he’d always dreamed of, that he’d been talking about since he was a kid.
I never had a chance to dream. I never even had a chance to freaking breathe. I was too busy struggling to keep my head above water.
Our heads above water.
I grab the base of my cock and give it a firm tug.
The audacity of Clint to put her in my path.
Those shapely lips with the perfect Cupid’s bow slinging curse words at me were meant for other things.
I ride the length of my shaft towards fleeting bliss, knowing it’ll leave me hollowed.
Fuck it—I need this.
Sweet, innocent, mouthy as all hell. Telling me what she wants in a bossy little tone.
She makes my blood run so hot that the scorching heat of the shower water feels cold.
Long legs hiked up over shoulders. Needy hands grabbing my hair, pulling me to her center.
Self-control around this woman won’t be easy. Not when she looks so sinfully delicious.
“Faster, Luke…I need you…”Her throaty moans fill my head.
I lay my palm on the shower wall as I bring myself home, thinking of how smooth Lexi Dash’s slender legs would feel wrapped around my cheeks.
All evidence washes down the drain.
I need to get this girloutof my house,outof my precinct, andoutof my life. Fuck Clint for his childish antics.
After drying off, I check my phone and see that I have a message from my shithead brother.
Clint:Lexi’s not messaging me back. Please tell me she didn’t go nuclear.
Luke:I don’t think she has her phone charger with her. One of the many things I’ll have to pick up for her tomorrow.
Clint:So she decided to stay?
Luke:That was your plan all along, wasn’t it?
Clint:Yeah, but my plans rarely go the way I imagine.
Luke:Weren’t you even a little afraid that she was going to, I don’t know, call the fucking cops on us, tell your boss, get you fired, get me thrown in jail?
Clint:No. Not one bit. She’s been in the biz since she was four and knows better than to narc.
Luke:And you took advantage of that? You’re worse than I thought.
Clint:I did it for her own good.
