Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Our tongues collided, arms wrapped around each other, and hands grabbed everywhere. It felt desperate, like I needed her to breathe instead of air. Yet there was also something else going on—something more. But for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to run from whatever it was, I wanted to grab it and keep it safe.
My cell phone rang in the distant background, but it could’ve been Jesus Christ himself calling and I wasn’t going to pick up. I couldn’t stop touching her if my life depended on it. Grabbing a handful of ass, I gave it a good, firm squeeze and hoisted her up into the air. Naomi’s legs wrapped around my waist as I walked until her back hit the wall. She dug her nails into my hair and yanked, letting me know she was right there with me.
My head dipped down to her neck, the smell of coconut making me even hungrier, if that was possible. I wanted to feast on her—taste and bite, savor and suck—before swallowing her whole. I have no damn idea how long we stayed that way, glued together and dry humping like two horny teenagers, but when I ground down and felt her wetness through my pants, I thought I might actually turn into a fourteen-year-old boy and come right here.
But then Naomi wrenched her mouth from mine. “Dawson, maybe it’s important.”
“Of course it’s important,” I said, gulping air.
She smirked. “I meant the phone. It’s the third time it’s rung in the last two minutes.”
Huh? I blinked myself back to reality, and sure enough, my office phone was ringing. I’d vaguely heard my cell making noise when we started, but that was it.
“Maybe you should answer?”
I groaned. “Seriously?”
She wiped her swollen mouth with the back of her hand. “We’re also in the office.”
I gave no fucks. I wouldn’t have stopped if we were in the middle of Times Square with an audience watching. But Naomi unlocked her feet from behind my back and lowered them to the floor. Meanwhile, my desk phone stopped ringing, and two seconds later, my cell started again.
“Why don’t you get that?” she whispered.
I was still trying to catch my breath and had a steel pipe straining from my slacks. I looked down. “I need a minute before I can move.”
She giggled and covered her mouth. “Okay. I’ll get your cell phone for you.”
I stayed rooted in place. It was going to take a hell of a lot longer than sixty seconds to calm myself. The damn phone was still ringing when she came back and extended it to me. I took it and brought my finger to the screen to swipe and answer, but then stopped. “Wait.”
Naomi’s eyes met mine. “What?”
“I feel like when I answer this thing, all hell is going to break loose, and I’m going to wind up having to put out a fire.”
“Okay…”
“Tell me you’ll have dinner with me tonight. A date.”
Her hooded eyes went soft. “It’s the first night my sister’s home, so I should probably keep her company and make sure she’s doing alright. Her sister-in-law is heading back to Staten Island when I get home from work. She has small children.”
I felt deflated, but I nodded. “Of course. I wasn’t thinking.”
She smiled. “How about Saturday night?”
I smiled back. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “As long as everything goes okay tonight, I think that would be good.”
There must’ve been a shit-eating grin on my face because Naomi laughed and shook her head. “Stop being cocky and answer your damn phone already.”
My grin widened. “Yes, ma’am.”
I’d been right to think the phone call was going to turn my day into a shit show. It was Mr. Langone, an attorney client of mine who was out on bail after being charged with money laundering. The feds had just raided his office and were in the process of taking all of his computers and files. It was complicated because of attorney-client privilege. So I had to head uptown right away.
I walked out of my office only a few minutes after having had Naomi in my arms. Her cheeks were still flushed, hair a wild mess, and lips beautifully swollen. My cell was still in my hand, and without giving it any thought, I lifted it and snapped a picture.
She flashed a lopsided smile. “What are you doing?”
“Taking a picture of how gorgeous you look.”
Naomi patted her blond hair. “I’m sure I’m a mess.”
“A beautiful mess. But I have to go. Mr. Langone’s office is getting looted by the feds.”
“With a warrant, I hope?”
I nodded. “But he’s a lawyer, so I may need to get the judge who signed it on the phone and argue privilege.”
“Cairo vs. U.S.,” she said. “It’s a two-year-old case. I lost a shit ton of evidence on a bad search because of it. I’ll text you a link to the summary.”