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I hoped that she’d dream of me because God knew that’s what I was going to be doing tonight, straight after making myself come thinking of her hot body. Turning over the ignition, I put the car in drive and took off for Lev’s house. I needed to get some rest, and as much as I wanted to stay with her and watch her apartment, I knew I couldn’t.

Duty calls, after all, and I have to start doing some digging in the morning to learn more about the tempting lawyer. Hmm…Could probably put the Unholy Trinity on it. They’ll find her details quickly.

Plan in mind, I drove through the city streets at night, glowing with orange street lamps until I got home. When I got back, most everyone was either asleep or otherwise engaged, which was good because I wanted to head straight to my room and not be disturbed.

Slipping inside, I ditched my stuff and clothes at double speed. I wanted a shower; I wanted to be alone with the thought of plowing into that perfect ass with everything I had. Billie was immaculate. Damn smart and feisty too. I usually hated that. I needed people around me who listened to orders and got shit done.

Still, I could tell Billie was the type never to back down, to fight for what she wanted, tooth and nail. That I liked—persistence leading to results, after all—perfection.

I switched on my shower to almost scorching, and I got inside, letting the water coat me from head to toe. I was already hard as a rock just thinking about Billie. I had been since I left her office, and it had taken everything in me not to push that encounter further. She’d been flustered, and I had been dying to know if I’d find her wet when I reached between her legs.

“Oh, I would.”

Starting to stroke, I gripped my shaft hard, my obsession with Billie growing by the second. I needed to know everything about her. I wanted to. I wanted to be around her, enjoying that delicious flush that warmed her skin when I got close. I could picture the way that form-fitting dress had hugged her curves—thick, muscular thighs, full breasts that begged for my touch, plump lips that would be beautifully stretched around my cock…

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, rocking my hand back and forth across my erection as the need to come burned through my veins.

I’d never been so intrigued by someone before. This was new, different, all-consuming.

Arousal soared forward as I pictured her spread out across her desk, tasting her juices as she mumbled out my name through the pleasure. She would be so much more lovely calling out my name; her eyes screwed up tight as I fucked her.

My cock jerked, my orgasm nearing the edge, and I reached down to grip my balls. Squeezing enough to feel the burn soar higher, I rolled my hand over the head, smearing my precome over my heated skin.

The image that finally kicked me over the edge was imagining Billie on all fours, cuffed to my bed and begging me to destroy her.

“Please, Pietor.” Fat tears glistening from need. “Please. I need it. I need everything you can give me.”

Cresting over the wave of euphoria, I came—hard. The world blurred as I imagined filling her up, painting the shower wall with my release. God, she was incredible. I would never want anything the way I did her.

And one way or another, Billie would be mine.

***

When morning came, the first thing I did, even before getting dressed, was call Ivan to run the details on Billie.

“Billie Pearce. Cohen & Marks Private Law. She’s on a case for Emiliano Labriola against Delerium. I want every detail you can find. ASAP.”

Ivan hummed over the line, the sound of fabric rustling in the background.

“Well, good morning to you, too, Pietor.” He sighed. “Why the rush job? You had me working on the Pavel shit, and now this?”

It was hardly surprising to be questioned by him. Ivan didn’t give a fuck who he was talking to. He always said what was on his mind and treated everyone with the same level of disrespect. It pissed off Lev and Sergey to no end, but I personally thought it was hilarious. We might have even been friends in a different life, one where I wasn’t so concerned with remaining solitary.

But I was far too busy for friends and certainly too busy for a lawyer to become my obsession, but that wasn’t changing any time soon.

“Emiliano hired a pit bull to defend him. She won’t give it up, take a bribe…We need to deal with it before the law gets involved further. And I have a feeling she’ll be the weak link in this case.”

“All right. Fair enough.” Ivan’s voice was backed with the sound of a low moan, and I furrowed my brow.

“Please tell me you aren’t fucking someone right now.” I rolled my eyes, getting out of the bed to take a piss.

“No.” He cleared his throat, the sound echoing over the line as he changed locations. “Just finished.”

“Fucking hell, Ivan. Just get it done and tell Vladimir I need to speak with him. I need new gear for some recon jobs.”

With a low chuckle, Ivan walked somewhere in his house where I could hear the commotion of the city bleeding in. No one knew where the three of them lived, a company secret. Still, he was apparently okay taking a woman back wherever he was.

“Speaking with Vlad is going to be tricky, Pietor.”

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