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I was rock hard, but I didn’t want to stroke myself to completion when the alternative of sinking inside Waverly’s sweet mouth or pussy could still happen this morning. Hell, even having her small hand wrapped around my hard length would give me a fuck of a lot better orgasm than I could do for myself.

Resigning myself to the possibility that I’d have to wait much longer than I wanted before I got Waverly back in my bed, I rolled off the mattress and padded into my closet. Yanking a pair of boxer briefs, I tugged them on, followed up with a pair of pajama pants I seldom wore. When I walked back out, Waverly was dressed in a pair of silky sleep shorts that clung to her perfect ass and a tank that was thin enough that I could see the shadow of her nipples as they poked against the fabric.

I needed to keep myself busy before I dragged her back to bed, so I suggested, “I think we could use some coffee.”

Crouching down to give Gracie a scratch behind the ears, she beamed a smile at me. “I agree.”

“Then I’ll go put a pot on while you call your boss.”

Heading downstairs also gave her the privacy she needed to maintain our ethical wall. I could barely hear the low murmur of her voice while I puttered around the kitchen, grimacing when I looked in my fridge and realized we were going to need food if her boss didn’t derail our plans for a lazy day.

Pulling up the groceries app while the coffee was brewing, I started filling my virtual cart with snacks we could eat in bed. Just as I pressed the button to place the order, I heard a loud shriek of frustration before Waverly came storming down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“That didn’t sound as though it went well.” I wrapped my arms around her back to pull her against my chest.

“It really didn’t.” She heaved a deep sigh. “It turns out that my suspicion was correct. Mr. Burkhart called Mr. Arnoult this morning. Not to complain, mind you, but to rave to him about how much he appreciated that I was willing to go above and beyond to get him the approval he needed to move forward with his proposed subdivision.”

I didn’t know how the guy was so successful when he was such a fool. “He didn’t.”

“Oh, yes. He really did.” She buried her face in my chest and mumbled, “And it only gets worse.”

Pressing my finger against her chin, I tilted her head back. “Worse than your client being a misogynistic scumbag?”

“Yup, because it turns out that being a named partner in one of the biggest law firms in Chicago doesn’t prevent you from being a misogynistic jerk, too.”

“What the fuck?” I growled, moving away from her to pace the length of my kitchen. “Are you kidding? Do they not do even the slightest bit of sexual harassment training at your firm? He has to know the kind of legal exposure he has by spouting off that kind of bullshit.”

“Oh, he’s too smart for that. He was sure to cover his ass and not say anything that couldn’t be interpreted another way.” She shook her head with a frustrated sigh. “I can’t be one-hundred-percent certain if he was careful with his words because he was looking for plausible deniability. He might not really care that Mr. Burkhart wants me to do whatever it took for him to get approval for his subdivision, as long as the result is that the firm gets his out-of-state business. Either way, I’ve lost all respect for him.”

Moving past her client being sleazy over our relationship was one thing, the guy was a jackass. Knowing that a named partner at her firm—a man who held her success in the palm of his hand—was making the same kind of disgusting suggestions was another.

I wanted to demand that she call him back and quit. That she didn’t spend even a single day more working for the bastard. And that she sued his ass for every penny she could get, allowing me to represent her so I could go to battle for her in court.

Unfortunately, our relationship was too new for me to make those kinds of ultimatums. Waverly had already proven to be a hell of a lawyer, and I knew her career was important to her. I couldn’t blame her for putting up with his bullshit, either, especially since I remembered how powerless I’d felt when I was a fourth-year associate.

The bottom line was that I didn’t want to risk losing Waverly so soon after getting her where I wanted her.

18

Waverly

Ryland’s eyes were dark and his expression stormy as he led me out of the kitchen and into the living room. Heading straight toward the couch, he tugged me down so I was straddling his lap. Then he took my face in his hands, his gaze laser-focused on my expression. “I’m going to help you forget your slimeball boss even exists.”

Swallowing hard, I nodded, wishing I could make the oily feeling the phone call had left on my skin dissipate. At least the warmth of Ryland’s touch was helping ground me a little bit. The sick feeling in my stomach was quickly replaced by the butterflies that swirled whenever he was near.

“Thank you.” I reached up and stroked my hands over his. They still hadn’t left my face, and he was barely blinking as he gazed into my eyes.

“You are mine, Waverly. My little queen and I am so sorry if your boss doesn’t see what an amazing woman you are. I don’t care if he’s a named partner in one of the biggest law firms in Chicago, the man is a fucking idiot.”

Heat bloomed in my chest—and deep in my core—at his possessive tone. I shivered at his wolfish expression, loving the heat of his hands as they trailed down from my face to my waist. He tugged the tank over my head, tossing the soft material onto the floor. The heat in his gaze stoked the fire already burning inside me.

“Make me forget that call ever happened.” I sighed. “Take me back to where we left off when we woke up in bed together.”

Ryland cupped my breasts in his hands, massaging my nipples as he lowered his mouth to the small swell. When he scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin, I squirmed with pleasure.

Then he bit down, and I knew it was going to leave a mark. I let out a little moan, finding the thought thrilling. It wasn’t where anyone besides him would see it, and I loved that it felt a bit as though he was marking his territory.

Tunneling my fingers in his thick hair, I arched into the bite and rolled my hips. I felt him growing hard as I ground against him, and I rolled my hips again, loving the sensation of his cock pressing against my mound through our clothes. The friction was absolutely delicious.

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