Never did I think I’d be fucking my father’s lawyer after hearing her read his will, but this seemed perfectly natural to me. I couldn’t get enough of this woman. I ate at her furiously, savoring her fragrance, her flavor, her fingers in my hair, her moans like the sweetest melody in my ears.

My cock was hard again, and I was naked, ready to plunge into her, but I couldn’t tear my mouth away from her delicious pussy.

I devoured her, slid my tongue around her clit, over her folds, shoved it deep, and licked the warmth inside of her. Then I moved back to her clit and flicked it.

She ground into me harder. “I’m coming, Rock. Oh my God!”

I continued licking her as I thrust two fingers inside her, stretching her tightness, reaching for her G-spot and rubbing ferociously. The pulsing around my fingers spurred me further, and I took her clit between my lips and sucked hard.

“God, no! Stop. No, don’t stop. Oh my God!

She shattered again, gushing, her juices so sweet in my mouth.

And then a knock on the door.

She jerked at the sound, her orgasm stopping abruptly. Fuck. Our food. They were fast here, no doubt due to the Wolfe name. Too fast, actually.

“That’s our dinner.” I stood and walked out of the bedroom and into the living area. I got the food, scribbled a generous tip on the check, and then wheeled the table into the room.

Lacey walked out, a sheet wrapped around her like a toga.

“A shame to cover that up, baby,” I said.

Her body was still flushed from her climax, and she smiled timidly. No need to be timid around me now, but I didn’t say so. Instead, I smiled. “Come sit down. I’m going to feed you.”

12

Lacey

Dressed in the sheet as I was, I felt like Cleopatra getting ready to have Marc Antony feed her grapes. So it would be bite-sized pieces of rare beef instead. What did I care? I’d milk this night, get everything I could out of it.

Because Rock Wolfe and I didn’t have a future. Even though, right now, I was fantasizing about one. Part of me wanted a house with a white picket fence and gorgeous little kids fathered by this amazing man I barely knew.

Why was he making me think these things?

Did I want a future like that?

I’d always been the consummate career girl, married to her work. I’d been the youngest attorney ever to make partner at my firm, and only the second woman. I was what Manhattan Magazine called a “rising star” in the Trusts and Estates field.