The coffee pot is gurgling as the aroma of caffeine floats in the air.
Heat spreads through my chest. “You’re worried about me.” I grin, searching her face.
She’s still holding her bottom lip hostage as she bats her long lashes.
My heart races as my lips crash to hers, my tongue wasting no time snaking in. Her hands fly into my hair. Mine dive into her silky strands. The kiss is dominant, wild, wet, and my body is on fire, burning with the need to take all of her—mind, body, and soul.
My phone rings again.
Fuuuck.
I debate whether to answer the damn thing, but if I don’t, I’ll have Emily splayed on the kitchen table. And I have to dig deep to stick to my gentlemanly ways, but fuck, a man can only take so much before he breaks, and Emily is chipping away at more than my need to fuck her.
She giggles as she pulls my lips between her teeth. “It’s not meant to be today.”
The coffeemaker beeps as if to agree.
It seems the universe is trying to tell us something.
I edge back as I answer. “Sam, what’s up?”
Emily hooks a finger in the waist of my jeans with a flirty smile.
I growl, holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder, as I help Emily down.
“Everything okay?” Sam asks.
Not at all. My cock is begging for attention. “Perfect,” I respond as Emily’s hands roam freely up and down my chest.
“I’ve found something. Is Emily still with you?”
“Yeah.” My voice is strained as I lock eyes with Emily.
“Put me on speaker,” he says.
Once I do, Sam says, “Hi, Emily. Are you feeling better?”
I set the phone on the table and plant my ass in a chair.
Emily loses her playful look as she sits in the other, eyeing the phone with anticipation. “I’m feeling much better, thanks to you.”
“What did you find?” I ask.
On the way to Carter’s last night, Sam said he would continue to search until he found something concrete that we could use on Wes.
I want to bury that bastard.
To put him behind bars where he can’t hurt Emily or any other girl. Ever again.
“That Weston Blakely isn’t as smart as he thinks,” Sam says smugly. “I found a video of Weston and his crew with another girl. Only this time, they each took turns raping her.”
Motherfucker.
Emily gasps and pops to her feet, gnawing on a nail. “And my mother thinks he’s the perfect catch. He can’t do anything wrong in her eyes.” Her jaw tenses, and rage bubbles beneath the surface as that strength of hers blooms.
I’m ready to find the fucker and finish what I started last night.
Emily’s pacing, her bare feet slapping on the tile floor. “So, where’s the video of me in that orgy or the film of what went down in the hotel room?”
