The weekend is over and I spent it hiding away in my house. Now I’m on my way to the coffee shop before heading into work. My cheeks burn as I remember what happened in the very car I’m sitting in. I want to pretend it was just a dream, but Hunter’s cologne still lingers in my car, making it all the more real.

What the hell have I done? I don’t just screw people I don’t know in cars. It’s been two days since that night at Society X and I can’t get it out of my mind. Hunter awoke things inside of me I never knew were there, but at what price? My dignity? Is it wrong I enjoyed it and want to go back?

Nope, I can’t go back, not with the way I left. I’m so embarrassed but also angry with myself. Hunter probably does that with a different woman each night and I was stupid enough to fall for it. I pull up to the coffee shop and hurry inside. I’m not running late, but the sooner I can get to the office and bury myself in work, the better.

Mackenzie is working at the counter and she smiles at me when I walk in. Her blonde hair is pulled to the side in a long braid and she’s wearing a Portland State University T-shirt underneath her apron. “Good morning, Mackenzie. How was your spring break?”

She sighs. “Cancun was amazing. I want to go back.”

“I bet,” I laugh. Her skin has a glow, something I haven’t had in a long time from all the hours I work inside. I glance down at my pale arms. Yep, I’m definitely going to have to try and get out more.

“Want your usual?” she asks. I nod and she gets to work on my drink which is always a mocha latte with a shot of espresso. “You’re here a little early aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I wanted to get a head start at the office.”

After she hands me my latte, I pass her my card. “I know how that is. I have to get to school early this afternoon to study for a test.”

“Have fun with that. Exams are the one thing I don’t miss.”

She runs my card and gives it back to me. “I’ll be glad when I don’t have to do it anymore. I only have three more years,” she replies sarcastically.

“It’ll be over before you know it.” More customers start coming in so I wave and find a table. Since I have a few minutes, I pick up one of the newspapers they always keep scattered on various tables and have a seat. It’s the only time I’ll have to read it with the kind of schedule I have.

I hold up the paper and search through it, but nothing really catches my eye. It’s always the same bullshit, week after week. I’m almost done with my latte when I hear the chair across from me skid across the floor. I lower the paper and freeze as I stare into a pair of golden brown eyes.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I snap. Dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt, it’s a complete contrast to the way I saw him the other night.

Hunter smirks. “I could ask you the same thing. Are you following me?”

Rolling my eyes, I slam the paper onto the table. “Hardly. I come in here every day and I’ve never seen you. Maybe it’s you following me.” I realize my mistake as soon as I say it. Now he’s going to know I’m in here every day. My cheeks slowly begin to burn and all I can think about is staring into those eyes of his as he fucked me in the car. The ache between my legs comes back with a vengeance. Shit.

“Where do you work at?” he asks, taking in my attire.

“That’s none of your business. Now if you don’t mind, I’ll be leaving.”

I start to get up, but he grabs my hand. “Wait.”

Huffing, I sit back down. “I don’t have time for this, Hunter.”

He stares at me as if he can see right through me; it makes me shiver. “Well, you’re going to make time because I have something to say. You left in such a rush the other night, I didn’t get a chance to explain myself.”

I snort and lower my voice. “Like that matters. You’re a stripper for Christ’s sake. You probably screw a different girl each night.”

He sits back, eyes raw and untamed. Luckily, there’s no one near our table. “For a while, I did and it was fucking awesome. I’m not going to lie about my past or what I do. But if you want the truth—”

Holding up my hands, I cut him off. “I don’t.” I get up and push in my chair. “Good-bye, Hunter.” Instead of going out the door to my car, I retreat to the place I know he can’t follow. Heart pounding, I slam open the bathroom door and rush to the sink. My cheeks are red and my whole body is on fire. It’s best to get away from him before I do something stupid again.

As I look at my face in the mirror, the door opens and Hunter comes barging in, locking the door behind him. I jerk around and back myself into the wall. “Seriously?”

He stalks toward me. “I told you I had something to say and you’re going to hear me out. Why are you so afraid? You wanted it the other night just as much as me.” Not being able to deny it, I stand there frozen as he moves closer. “And don’t try to deny it because I can tell. I can see it in your eyes. You wanted me then and you want me now.”

“You’re such an arrogant bastard,” I hiss.

I try to step past him, but he blocks my way, cornering me with his hands against the wall. His lips are so close I feel his breath against my face. “I’m not saying that to be an ass, Kennedy. I’ve never had anyone affect me the way you did the other night. It was intense and something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I’m not gonna lie … I want more. I’ve been going out of my mind hoping I’d see you again.”

His mouth closes over mine and he pushes his tongue inside, only I willingly let him in. Everything inside of me clenches and if I’m truly honest with myself, I want more, too. “We can’t,” I say, breaking the kiss. “I can’t do this knowing you’re sleeping with other women.”

He doesn’t move back, but stares heatedly down at me, his arousal pressing against my core. “I never said I was. And who’s to say you’re not fucking other men?” I don’t have an answer because he has a point. Nothing is holding me back from doing anything I want. I’m young and single. He rests a hand against my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. It’s his eyes that make me fall under his spell. “I’m living in the moment and all I see is you. I’m not gonna be able to stop until I have more.”

“What happens when you get that?” I ask breathlessly. “You move on to the next piece of ass?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll want even more.”

Pushing me against the wall, he picks me up in his arms and I gasp. My legs wrap around his waist and he carries me to the counter. His lips are all over mine, tasting and biting. I can’t think of anything else but that night two days ago. I can still feel him stretching me to the point of pain, but it was a delicious ache. Lifting my skirt, he sets me on the counter.

I hiss as the cold marble rests against my skin. “What are you doing?”

He slides me toward him and gets on his knees. “I want to taste you.” The next thing I know, he rips off my underwear and his mouth is on my clit.

Grabbing onto the sink, I moan, “Oh my God, Hunter.” His tongue plunges in deep and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. I’m so close to losing control, my orgasm building with each flick of his tongue. As soon as he thrusts a finger inside of me, I’m done. I clench all around him as my body explodes. I cry out as quietly as I can while I ride wave after wave of pure ecstasy.

“You taste so fucking good,” Hunter growls, swiping his tongue against me one last time. He helps me off the counter and straightens my skirt. Noticing his bulging pants, I reach down to touch him, but he grabs my hand. “I’m out of time,” he murmurs.

My hands itch to touch him. “What about you though? I can’t leave you like that after what you did to me.”

He kisses me again and bites my bottom lip. I can taste myself on his lips. “There’s always tomorrow. If you want me, meet me here in the morning.”

With those final words, he straightens himself and walks out the door. Heart racing, I walk out after him and Mackenzie jerks her head in a different direction, clearly trying to be discreet. While I watch Hunter get into his car, I’m still reeling from my orgasm. I can hardly move.

He wants me here tomorrow? Is that something I really want to do? My body screams yes, but should I really risk my reputation for that? No … but I’m going to do it anyway.

 

 

There are cars already filling the parking lot when I arrive. It’s a good thing because it means we’re busy, but it’s bad because I’m late. Out of all the years I’ve worked, I’ve never been late. I walk in and Sara does a double take when she looks at me. Am I glowing? Do I look like I just had one of the best orgasms of my life? I try to hide my smile, and can’t.

“Good morning, Kennedy,” she calls out. “You look happy this morning.”

“Thanks,” I say in passing. “Good morning to you, too.”

When I get to the office, Elaine comes barging in with her notebook at the ready. Clearing her throat, she pushes her glasses up on her nose. “Your first appointment is here. Her name is Jennifer Bates and she’s trying to get a divorce. From what I gather, it’s getting pretty nasty.”

I love working divorce cases; especially if the guy is in the wrong. There’s nothing like the feeling of triumph when my clients win against low life assholes who like to cheat or beat their wives.

“Sounds good. What else do I have today?”

She glides her pen down the paper. “Nothing major, just a bunch of paperwork from the courthouse. Should I send in Mrs. Bates?”

“Please,” I reply, sitting up straighter in the seat.

After writing something down in her notebook she looks at me, her gaze narrowed. “Did you get a new haircut this weekend?”

I laugh. “No, why?”

“You look different this morning. I can’t put my finger on it.”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s the jolt of espresso I had this morning.”

She yawns. “Maybe that’s what I need this morning. As soon as I seat Mrs. Bates I’m going to make some coffee. You want some?”

I wave her off. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks though.” She walks out of the room and a couple seconds later, she shows up with Jennifer Bates—however, I already know who she is. She almost looks the same as she did in high school, only now she’s lost a little bit of weight and her hair is a gorgeous blonde.

“Jennifer Bloom?” She greets me with a smile and I hug her. “I can’t believe it’s you. Please, have a seat.” I look over at Elaine. “I graduated high school with her. It’s been …”

“Fifteen years,” Jennifer says.

Elaine backs away to the door. “Looks like you have a lot to catch up on. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Elaine.” Once she shuts the door, I turn my attention to Jennifer. “You look amazing.”

“So do you. You always said you were going to be a lawyer. I’m glad you did because there’s no one else I’d want to handle my case.”

I point the seat in front of me. “Please, have a seat. We’ll get started. I have to say it’s good to see you, though. I only wish it was under better circumstances.” Opening my notebook, I clasp my hands over top of it. “I hear you want a divorce.”

She scoffs. “You have no idea.”

“Do you mind telling me why?”

Her head lowers and I can see it’s taken a toll on her. Jennifer and I were friends with the same people back in high school, always acting crazy. Once we graduated and went our separate ways, I never heard from her until now.

“He’s cheating on me. I don’t know how I didn’t notice before.”

“Does he know you’re filing for a divorce?”

She shakes her head and meets my gaze. “Not yet. I want to know everything I can do to fuck the bastard in the ass. I know you’ll fight for me.”

“You’re right there. I don’t like men who cheat.” Grabbing a pen, I write down some notes. “Okay, let’s see. Do you have proof that he’s cheating? I’ll need something to go on in court.”

She pulls out her phone and hands it to me. My breath hitches the second I see the Society X membership card. “I know it’s not much to go on, but he’s a member of Society X. I’ve never been in there, but I’m not stupid. I’ve heard stories. Not to mention, I followed him a couple of times when he said he’s working but ends up there. If I knew the right people, I’d find a way in there and fuck him up.”

I scroll through more of the pictures and stop at one. “Is this his datebook?” I ask.

She glances at the picture and nods. “I snuck into his work office and searched through it. Last Wednesday was one of the days I followed him when he ended up at the club. He wrote down seven o’clock in the VR on that date. VR stands for viewing room.”

“How do you know that?”

She nods toward the phone. “Because he spells it out at one point in those pictures and then uses the abbreviation for the rest of the time.”

I stare at the pictures and sigh. “This proves he’s having fun in other places, but it doesn’t necessarily say he’s cheating even though we both pretty much know he is.”

Her face falls. “Do you think we can ask the owner of the club?”

I shake my head. “He’s not going to help. The club has strict rules about anonymity. You’ll need to get someone in there.”

“And how are we going to do that? I can’t join the club. My friends are all Chad’s friends’ wives, stuck up bitches who think they’re God’s gift to men.”

She always loved to date the popular boys in school who couldn’t keep a girlfriend for more than a week. I guess it doesn’t surprise me she’d pick a husband who’s the same way.

“How did you meet this guy?” I ask her.

She blows out a frustrated breath. “In college. He played for the Lacrosse team and I fell for him hard. His smile was what got me. I didn’t realize it got him a thousand other women as well. He’s a smooth talker.”

“Do you still love him?”

With trembling lips, she averts her gaze. “I wish I didn’t. I know with time it’ll go away, but it’s so hard being betrayed.”

“I know,” I murmur. “We’ll make sure he pays for hurting you. Do you want to go ahead with the divorce process?”

She nods. “Yes. I can’t stand being in the same house as him.”

“All right, I’ll get everything going.”

“But how are we going to prove he cheated? I don’t know of anyone who can get into Society X.”

I stare at her, thinking I must be out of my mind. Pulling out my purse, I reach into my wallet and remove Jared’s card, the escort who invited me to join the club. When I set it in front of Jennifer, she gasps.

“Why do you have that?”

Grabbing the card, I pick up the phone. “Because I’m about to become a member. I’ll find your husband, and when I do, he’ll regret the day he put his dick in someone else.”

Her face lights up. “And that right there is the Kennedy I knew. I trust you.”

I dial Jared’s number and it only rings once before his voice comes over the line. “Hello?”

“Hi, Jared, it’s Kennedy Vaughn. I’m ready to become a member.”

A small chuckle escapes his lips. “Let’s get you in then.”