Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I needed to talk to Ford, but did I dare bring up this phone call? What kind of shit was my client involved with, and how much did Montgomery know about it? Did he tell Ford everything? I needed answers, but even more than that, I needed something to go right. I couldn’t remember a worse week since my father died.
What would Ford say if I let him know I was being threatened? Would he care? Would he hope they did me in and made the case even easier to win? I wanted to call him, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to those questions.
Instead, I kept looking for my needle in a haystack, my way to win without his cooperation. After hours of tedious research and nothing to show for it, I left the office without speaking to anyone and headed straight for my favorite dive bar. After Emily called to let me know she was home safe and things had gone well at the café, I let myself get very, very drunk.
11
FORD
Someone was ringing my doorbell over and over. I glanced at the clock. It was past eleven at night. Who the fuck would be here now other than my close friends? And they would text or call first. I pulled up the doorbell app on my phone and saw Jay standing, or rather leaning, against my door.
Before I reached the door, he started calling my name. I ran the rest of the way, but only opened the door a crack. “What are you doing here?”
He shrugged, and the movement nearly sent him toppling over. “Nowhere else to go.”
“What about home?”
“No. Being watched.”
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“There’s a man watching my apartment.”
Had Miles sent someone to spy on him?
I opened the door wider. “Get in here before someone calls the cops on you.”
He stumbled over the threshold. I caught his shoulders, but we hit the coatrack and crashed to the floor. He landed on top of me. Instead of moving, he used his hips to push my legs apart and settled more tightly against me. “Fuck. This feels good.”
I pushed at his chest. “Jay, get off.”
He shook his head. “Kiss me. I need to know how it feels.”
“You’re too drunk to know what you want.”
“I dreamed about you last night. Your lips. They’re so damn beautiful. Are they as soft as they look?”
He couldn’t mean what he was saying, but I wanted him too. Had he really dreamed about me?
“Why do you do this to me?”
“What?”
“Make me want you so damn much.” He worked his hips against me, and I could feel his cock. It was hard as steel. For me. He fucking wanted me.
I couldn’t do this. I shouldn’t do this.
Jay grabbed my hands, dragged them above my head, and pinned them to the floor. I’d fantasized about this exact scenario. How the hell was I supposed to fight this?
Jay’s aggressive kiss stole my breath. I opened to him instantly, letting him thrust his tongue into my mouth. He was fucking me with it like I wanted him to fuck my ass with the thick cock I could feel pressing against me.
“Fuck, this is good,” he said as he pulled back from the kiss and rubbed his face against mine, our stubble rasping together.
Once I could breathe again, I found enough self-control to shove at his shoulders. “We’ve got to stop, Jay.”
He rolled off me, but his hold on my hips was so tight I rolled with him and ended up straddling his waist. He reached up, brushed my hair off my forehead, and cupped my cheek. “Why is this happening?”
I shrugged. “Midlife crisis?”
He scowled. “I’m not that fucking old.”
He felt so good under me, and I wanted him desperately. It had been too long since I’d been with anyone. I’d been fantasizing about him for months, but this was so fucking wrong. He didn’t know what he was doing. He was half out of his mind talking about his apartment being watched. Unless….
I knew Miles wasn’t telling me everything about the lawsuit. Was he watching Jay or was something else going on? If Jay was in danger, I was going to do whatever was necessary to keep him safe, and I didn’t give a fuck what Miles or the others thought about that.
But that was a problem for the morning. Right now, I needed to keep us both from doing something stupid. “Jay, you’re going to regret this tomorrow.”
He shook his head. “I already regret every other fucking thing in my life.”
Damn. What was that about? “This is a really bad idea.”
“No. I want you.”
I shook my head and managed to free myself from his grip. When I got to my feet, he rolled over and came up on his hands and knees. He hung there for a moment, and I was afraid he might pass out, but he managed to get to his feet.