Page 35 of Ask for Moore

While we cuddled on my bed, I shared a bunch of funny stories about growing up with two younger brothers, and Waverly told me about her favorite foster home, the one she’d been in before she left for college. I was relieved to learn that her childhood wasn't all bad.

The last time we’d drifted off, I had been wondering about what had caused her to be claustrophobic, and it was still on my mind when my eyes blinked open around eight thirty.

“Please tell me we don’t have to get up,” she mumbled, lifting her head to peer down at Gracie, who was snoozing on her fluffy bed in the corner of my room.

“Nope, I think we should bail on work today and stay in bed instead,” I suggested as I nuzzled my face in the crook of her neck, forcing my curiosity down while I inhaled her intoxicating scent.

“I would love to play hooky with you today.” Happiness gleamed in her eyes as she offered me a tired smile. “I normally never have the chance to do that, but since I only have two cases, and there isn’t anything pressing with either of them…”

I nipped her earlobe. “Only because you convinced the judge to throw out my request for summary judgment.”

“And your motion to dismiss before that,” she boasted with a giggle. “And I’m still waiting on a response to the claim against the commission, so I find myself in the unique position to be able to be lazy all day if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

I rolled her onto her back and settled between her legs, letting her feel my morning wood. “Does it count as lazy if I do all the work?”

She raised her knees to cradle my hips. “It would be silly of me to say no, so I think I’ll have to go with yes.”

“I like how you think,” I murmured, kissing my way down her neck. Just as I was nipping her collarbone, the ringing of a cell pierced the air.

She twisted her head to glare at her phone until it finally stopped ringing. Then she groaned when a notification for a voicemail sounded. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“Want me to check it for you?”

She rolled over to shift her glare onto me. “Uh-huh, sure. Because it’s a brilliant idea to have opposing counsel check my voicemail when there could be confidential information on there. Our ethical wall would have survived a grand total of three days.”

“You’re cute when you hiss like a disgruntled kitten.” I dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose.

She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “I think you’re mistaking me for Gracie. I’m not cute, I’m…”

She trailed off as though she was struggling to find the right word to describe herself. I had no such issue. “Sexy as fuck.”

“Now that’s the kind of compliment that warms a girl’s heart…and her panties.” Heat flared in her blue orbs. “Or it would if I was wearing any.”

Damn, she really was impossible to resist. Thank fuck I finally had her in my bed and didn’t need to anymore. “Don’t worry, queenie. Even though—along with being sexier than all get-out—you are absolutely being adorable…I still want to distract you from that call by fucking you into a coma.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Hold that thought. Hopefully, I won’t be sucked into anything work-related by that message. Then you can proceed with your plan of me being lazy while you do all the work.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, flopping back down against the pillows. “You can’t say sucked now without me thinking about having your lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Too bad you already promised I could be lazy,” she teased as she reached out to grab her phone. Her lips pressed together as she glanced down at the screen before lifting the device to her ear so she could listen to the voicemail that had just been left for her. When it was done playing, her shoulders slumped, and she sighed. “Darn it. I need to call the office before we can play hooky.”

I stroked my palm down her back. “Bad news?”

Pulling the sheet against her chest, she nodded. “I’m not sure yet. That depends on what the named partner who sent me down here wants to talk about. Which is totally dependent upon whatever my client told him in their most recent conversation. I have to admit, even though Mr. Burkhart has called Mr. Arnoult more times than I can count since I’ve been down here, that I’m surprised he was so quick to call about this when he seemed enthusiastic about using our relationship to his advantage.”

Considering how he was handling the situation with his denied plat proposal, I wasn’t surprised her client had been throwing his weight around with her boss. The man was a grade A asshole willing to do whatever it took to get his way. “You won’t know why he wants to talk to you unless you call him back.”

“Unfortunately, you’re right. I’d love nothing more than to stay in bed with you, but I think I need to get up to make this call.”

Regret—and possibly a hint of dread—was thick in her voice. “It’s okay. My bed isn’t going anywhere. We can crawl right back in if it turns out that you can still play hooky once you’re done speaking with your boss.”

“Let’s hope that’s the case.” She tugged the sheet with her as she crawled off the mattress, her eyes widening when her gaze landed on my morning hard-on. “Or else you won’t be able to put that to good use.”

Taking immense satisfaction in the way her eyes stayed locked on my cock as I wrapped my fist around my shaft and squeezed the base, I murmured, “I’d hate to let a perfectly good hard-on go to waste.”

“You’re not playing fair,” she muttered as she stomped into the bathroom, the sheet fluttering to the floor in her haste.

A bead of pre-come leaked from my cockhead as I watched the sway of her ass until the door shut behind the sexy vision. Releasing my dick, I groaned, “Fuck.”

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