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Fuck…
It’s not like I can tell her the truth.
“Just hanging out at the clubhouse with the guys.”
Her eyes narrow into a glare and she presses down harder as I gasp for air. “Think again, asshole.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“You know?” I ask even though I’m pretty damn sure I already know the answer and she nods.
“Yeah, I fucking know and let me make two things very clear to you, Noah LeBlanc,” she growls, looking sexier than ever before and I nod. “One, don’t you ever fucking lie to me again or you can kiss these good-bye.” She presses down harder for emphasis and I nod. “And, two, the only woman you willingly see naked is me. Are we clear?”
Fuck Chance for suggesting we go to a strip club today.
I’m gonna kill that bastard.
“Yeah, baby, we’re clear.”
She nods and removes her foot from my genitals. “Good.”
“Shit,” I whisper, breathing a sigh of relief as she takes a step back from the chair. Oh, my little hellion. She’s going to pay for this. I wrap my hand around my cock and meet her gaze. “You gonna kiss it better?”
“In your dreams, LeBlanc,” she says with a laugh, turning away from me, and I groan as I reach out and grab her wrist, pulling her back to me. She sinks into my lap and moans.
Oh, yeah, we’re just getting started.
Groaning, I roll to my back and open my eyes, the memory from my dream lingering. My cock is hard as a goddamn rock and aching as I reach under the sheet and wrap my hand around it. A mental image of Kady in that see through get-up pops into my mind as soon as I close my eyes.
Fuck.
I miss her so damn much.
Almost like a movie, the memory plays in my mind again as I start stroking my cock and it doesn’t take long to feel an orgasm building. In my version of events, she drops to her knees in front of me and takes my cock into her mouth, sucking hard. I groan again, remembering how damn good it felt to have her lips wrapped around it, her tongue teasing the head. I slip my fingers into her blonde hair and push her down as I thrust up, trying to get her to take it all. She wraps her fingers around the base as she sucks on the tip and I groan loudly as I come in her mouth. Gently, she continues stroking me as she takes it all and when I’m finished, she looks up at me with a grin.
Opening my eyes, I stare up at the ceiling of my room at the clubhouse as I release my cock and wipe my hand on the sheets, a feeling of emptiness sweeping through me. Balling my fist, I roll to the side and punch my pillow.
“Goddamn it!”
* * * *
Shifting in my chair, I release a deep sigh and grab my bottle of beer from the table in front of me. The cool glass of the bottle presses against my lips and I take a sip, savoring the flavor as it goes down my throat. Since the dinner two days ago, I’ve been cooped up here at the clubhouse, waiting for Streak to dig into the information Blaze gave him. It’s driving me fucking crazy but the guys have been slammed by some of their usual cases lately and he hasn’t had time. Actually, it’s starting to piss me the fuck off.
How fucking hard is it to do a quick search?
At first, I really tried to be understanding despite the constant, nagging desperation to find my girl but now, two days later, I’m at the end of my damn rope. It may only be two days for them and in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t seem so bad but I’ve been waiting for this for seven years and it feels like it’s right in front of me, just slightly out of my reach.
“Henn,” Blaze calls as he marches down the stairs. I peek over my shoulder. There’s a thick file in his hand and my stomach flips.
Shit.
Is that about Kady?
“Have you given any thought to where you’d like to pitch in around here?”
