She parted her lips to respond with what I assumed was going to be some snarky remark of protest, but before she could, I pushed into her, morphing whatever words she was about to speak into nothing but a shuddered rush of air as I filled her.
My pace started relentless, too consumed in how good she felt wrapped around my cock to care about slowing down to enjoy it. And based on the way she writhed and whimpered beneath me, she didn’t mind one damn bit.
I could sense her getting closer to the edge from the way she started to tense and quiver. And I’d been asking her for something since that first night we hooked up, but now that she’d actually said it, I was going to make sure I heard it again. “Say my name when you come,” I grunted as I slammed into her.
“No,” she protested through a moan. A wicked smirk curled on my lips, and despite the objection from my dick, I stilled inside of her, forcing her back from that ledge she was so desperate to fall over. Her eyes flew open. “Why the hell did you stop?”
“Say it.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.” She held my stare as I pushed up to brace myself on one arm while reaching between us with my free hand. “Say it,” I growled, letting my thumb stroke her clit, just firmly enough to keep her on the brink. Her lips parted with a gasp, and I bit back a groan when I felt her spasm around me. Ineeded to hear it again. “Come on, Princess,” I taunted. “Say. It.”
“Wes,” she whispered through a moan as a shiver wracked her body.
I smirked triumphantly, pulling my hips back slowly as my thumb continued to circle her clit. “Again.”
“Wes,” she moaned. I drove back into her hard and deep. “Wes!”
“There it is,” I grunted in satisfaction.
I quickened my speed, my thrusts almost punishing as her moans grew louder. When her orgasm crashed over her, she screamed my name again as she clamped around me. My climax shredded through me at the sound and feel of her, drawing a guttural groan from my throat.
I collapsed onto my back beside her a moment later, both of us trying to catch our breath as we came down from the high.
“You’re still not sleeping over,” she panted.
I scoffed through a breathless laugh, shaking my head.
This woman was going to be the fucking death of me.
I wasn’t a fan of Mondays, especially Mondays where most of my day was spent in court with little to no reprieve between cases. I was in Charleston for most of the day before returning to Bayport for my final two appearances.
By the time I returned to the office, it was nearly five o’clock. I went through my emails and any messages left with my secretary before going through the few voicemails on my office phone.
I scribbled down notes from the first two for callbacks before playing the third.
“Hi, Mr. Callahan. This is Shannon from New National Bank. I have the documents you requested on behalf of your client for her mother, Lori Bennett. I have everything you asked for in your initial call, but there’s a trust listed here as well that you didn’t mention that popped up with her social, and I just wanted to know if you wanted those documents as well? Just let me know, and I’ll get them sent over to you right away. Thanks so much.”
My brow furrowed as I listened to the message.
During the probate review, Callie only ever mentioned one trust that she knew her mom had, but as far as she was aware, nothing was left in it. I assumed that’s what they had to be referring to. I glanced at my watch—it was five o’clock on the dot, so returning their call would have to wait until tomorrow.
Chapter 17
We sataround our usual table during Tuesday night trivia, snacking on wings and platters while talking between questions.
Wes’s sister Haley joined us that night since she was on break from school. She and I seemed to hit it off the first time we met, bonding over our terrible dating history and bad luck with relationships. I didn’t know how she was related to Wes. Where he was as cocky as the king of spades, she was self-effacing and unpretentious. He was sour. She was sweet.
“So, how’s the dating game going for you?” Haley asked.
I snorted. “It’s more of a joke than a game at this point.”
She chuckled as she took a sip of her drink. “You can say that again.” Beside her, Wes parted his lips to seemingly butt into our conversation, but she held up a hand to stop him. “No comments from the peanut gallery are necessary.” She looked at me again. “Wes likes to lecture me about how Ishouldn’tbe dating.”
My brow furrowed as I looked at him. “Why the hell not?”
“I do notlectureyou,” he snapped back at her, ignoring my question. “And I didn’t say youshouldn’tdate. What I said was that maybe giving yourself abreakwould be good for you, and I stand by that.”
