“You about ready to go? I’ll walk you out to your car.”
I glance up from Jennifer’s divorce papers to see Chris leaning against the doorframe. “Yep, just looking at these divorce papers. I keep thinking I’ll be able to hand them to Chad.”
“Any luck on Jennifer’s case?” he asks. Everyone has already left for the night, including Hunter so he could make his shift at the club.
Shaking my head, I stand and close the papers up my briefcase. It’s getting late and I’m ready to get home. Hunter will be there as soon as he gets off of work. “Nothing yet. Even Hunter hasn’t found out anything; he’s been snooping around all week. I have the dates Chad will be there, but I seem to keep missing him.”
“So I guess you’re not having fun watching strangers have sex on stage?”
I snort. “Not exactly. It makes me feel dirty. I just want to nail the bastard and be done with it.”
Frowning, Chris crosses his arms over his chest. His tie is undone and his shirt wrinkled; a clear sign that we’ve been working too hard. It’s also closing in on ten o’clock. “You might not be able to catch him, lovey. Think about it, when you catch him, how are you going to have proof? It’ll be your word against his. It’s not like you’ll be able to take pictures of him in the viewing room.”
He has a point, and unfortunately, it’s exactly what I tried not to think of. “I can’t give up just yet. There has to be another way.”
“Always the optimist,” he laughs. “That’s why you’re so good at this job. You like to fight for your clients.”
Grabbing my briefcase, I join him at the door. “That I do. I’d hope someone would do the same for me.”
“You know I would.”
After shutting off my office light, we walk outside to our cars. “And that’s exactly why you’ll represent me if I ever have to go to court.”
He opens my car door, his lips pulled back in a mischievous smirk. “So how are things with you and Hunter?”
A small smile spreads across my lips. “Really good, actually. For the past week he’s been staying at my house. We have a lot in common, which I never thought possible. There’s more to him than I thought.”
He can be dirty at times, but for the most part, he’s a romantic. I never had that with my ex-husband. He also talks fondly about his grandmother and how he takes care of her. From what he’s told me, I feel like I already know her. It gave me a glimpse into what kind of man he is.
“Oh, I know,” he agrees. “The boy’s smart. I have to say I’ve enjoyed working with him more than I have any other intern we’ve had. If you don’t hire him after he graduates, then I will.”
I bit my lip. He doesn’t know about the deal I made with Hunter. “He might be working here sooner than that.”
“Oh yeah?”
I nod. “I kind of offered him a job if he gets fired from the club for helping me. It was the only way I could get him to agree.”
Chris burst out laughing. “See? I told you he was smart. Although, I do have to say I’m shocked you two have kept your distance at the office. I keep expecting to hear your desk rattle.”
I roll my eyes. “Hunter knows we have to keep things professional. We still have jobs to do. Plus, he’s just an intern.” However, things might be different if he ends up working for me.
He tries to hide his smile. “Whatever you say, Kennedy. Be careful going home.”
I get in my car and he shuts the door, laughing the whole time he gets into his. Chris is a jokester around the office, but once he gets into the courtroom, he’s a force to be reckoned with. It’s like he’s Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
As soon as I get home, I grab a glass of wine and change out of my skirt into a set of sexy, red lingerie. Hunter’s been working non-stop for me and I want him to know how much I appreciate it. I’ve had issues with trust, but he assures me he’s not sleeping with anyone else. He hasn’t given me a reason not to believe him. That’s why I’ve been working hard at night to make sure he doesn’t want anyone else.
With my ex-husband, I never cared so much. I loved him, but when it came to the sex, I never craved it. With Hunter, I crave it and he seems to crave me as well; it’s intoxicating. My phone beeps and I read the text.
Hunter: Just got off work. On my way to you.
Just seeing the words sends flutters through my stomach. I have a plan and it’s something I’ve wanted to do all week. Turning off the lights, I set a candle on the kitchen table and light it, along with a note.
Come to the bedroom and sit down in the chair.
Hunter has to pass right by it before he gets to the hallway. The other day, I bought a pack of small, pre-lit candles so I could line them down the hallway. I didn’t want to burn down my house by using real ones. Once those are put in place, I hurry to my bedroom and light the candles. There’s a chair for him to sit in and my song is ready to play. All I have to do now is wait.
A car door slams and the front doors open. Hunter sets his keys down on the table by the door like he does every night he comes over. I don’t know why, but I love the way it sounds to hear them clank on the glass. It’s something I wouldn’t mind hearing every night.
I hear Hunter’s deep chuckle and then his footsteps as they come down the hall. When he enters the room, he glances around until he finds me. He’s dressed in jeans and a snug T-shirt. I can’t wait to get him out of them.
His eyes roam over my body and I smile as he hardens between his legs. “Take a seat,” I say.
He sits down in the chair. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I walk around him, tracing a finger across his shoulder. “Thank you. I thought I’d give you a little surprise.” My laptop sits on my dresser and I click on the playlist I worked on all week. A lot of them are older songs from the nineties, but they’re hot as hell. The one I chose to dance to is “Twisted” by Keith Sweat. It’s perfect for how I feel.
When the song comes on, Hunter closes his eyes and groans. “Please tell me you’re about to do what I think you’re going to do.”
He opens his eyes and I straddle him, circling my hips across his groin. “I hope you enjoy the show. Remember, you have to keep your hands to yourself.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Just until the song’s over,” I laugh.
He bites his lip and grips the edge of the chair. I love seeing how hard it is for him to not to touch me. I’ve never been wanted like this before. The song is about four minutes long, just enough time to get him where I want him. The beat is perfect to dance to, perfect for teasing. First, I start with my lingerie and slowly slip it off my body, freeing my aching breasts. My soaked underwear is next and I drop them to the floor. Hunter watches with raw, hungered eyes and I love it. I lift his shirt over his head and run my hands down his chest to the tops of his jeans. His grip on the chair tightens when I unbutton his pants, freeing his arousal.
Settling between his legs, I lick the tip and moan, closing my lips over him. “Fuck,” he hisses. A small chuckle escapes my lips and I suck harder, loving the way his cock pulsates as I milk him. “I want you so bad right now.”
“When the song’s over,” I whisper.
Wrapping my hand around his length, I pump him hard and slowly straddle his waist. I’m dying to feel him inside of me. I lower down on top of him, letting just the tip enter me. His muscles tense and he’s trying his best to not touch me. There’s only about thirty seconds left of the song.
I take him in fully and his eyes darken as I ride him.
“Fuck it, I can’t take anymore,” he growls, lifting me in his arms. He throws me on the bed and I squeal, but then he buries his mouth between my legs. Gripping my thighs, he holds me in place as he ravishes me. My orgasm comes quick and I scream, enjoying every wave of pleasure he gives me.
“That felt amazing,” I breathe.
Spreading me wide with his knee, he moans as he trails his lips down my neck to my breasts. “It’s only the beginning.”
Burying his face between my breasts, he kisses and sucks them greedily, pulling on my nipples with his teeth. Like a starved man, he tastes them until they grow raw and sore. It feels achingly good. He pushes the tip of his cock inside of me and then plunges the rest of the way, so hard and deep. Our bodies rock together and I lose myself. All I can feel is him inside of me and the way my body wants more of him.
Another orgasm builds, and judging by his strangled groan he knows I’m about to come again. Instead of leaving me on my back, he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up on his lap. We’re sitting up on my bed with me on top of him. He’s in so deep.
“Ride me,” he commands, never taking his mouth away from my nipple.
Lifting my hips, I sit down on him until I get a good rhythm. My body clenches and I’m so close. Hunter is, too, by the way his cock pulsates inside of me. “I’m going to come,” I warn.
“Keep going, baby. I want to come inside of you.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head and my insides tighten. Just the thought of him releasing inside of me sends me over the edge. “Yes,” I cry breathlessly. His fingers dig into my hips and he holds me down on his cock as we both reach our climax, our bodies melding together. I can feel his release when he comes inside of me, all hot and primal as he yells out, his body jerking in spasms. Laying my head on his shoulder, my heart beats out of control.
“I’m falling in love with you, Kennedy,” he murmurs in my ear. Closing my eyes, I hold him tight. He’s still inside of me and I love the way we’re connected, both body and soul. Taking my arms, he pulls me back so that I have to look in his eyes. “I’m not telling you this lightly. I’ve never cared about anyone the way I care about you. You may think I’m young and don’t know what I want, but I know for a fact I want this … I want you.”
“You have me, Hunter. I’m not going anywhere.”
His lips close over mine and he lays me down on the bed, gently pulling out of me. He hovers over me, his soft brown eyes never leaving mine. “Why don’t we get away this weekend? I’ll take it off from the club and we can go somewhere, just me and you. I feel like all we’ve done is work. I’m not getting any information out of the club and I know you’re not finding anything in the viewing room.”
Tomorrow is going to be my last appointment in the viewing room for another couple of weeks. According to Chad’s datebook, he won’t be there until then.
“Can you afford to take off?” I ask. I know he needs the money for school.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ll be fine. I just want to spend time with you away from everything else. I want to know the real you.”
I sneak up and kiss him. “So you don’t know the real me now?”
“I do, but I want more. I have a feeling I’ll never get enough.”
I know how he feels. “All right, let’s do it. It’ll be my first vacation in years.” And I know exactly where I want to go.
I love waking up next to Hunter. What’s even better is starting my days with him. Instead of going to the café like I usually do, I end up cooking breakfast. Things are changing and I love it.
All day at work, we’ve found reasons to walk by each other’s offices since he’s been working non-stop with Chris. If it wasn’t for the occasional walk-by I’d never see him. It’s probably a good thing he doesn’t work with me because I can see us getting nothing done.
After last night, something changed. I’ve never been one to pack up and leave town, but that’s exactly what I’m looking forward to. Once my viewing room appointment is done tonight, we’re going to pack our bags and get ready to leave for Wyoming. I’ve been dying to go for years but never had the chance. Maybe I did, I just didn’t want to go with Aaron. All I wanted to do when I was married was work. Before we leave for Wyoming, though, Hunter wants to take me to visit his grandmother. I think it’s really sweet he wants me to meet her. I can’t imagine a guy like him introducing just anyone to his grandmother.
Now that all of my appointments are done for the day, I pack up my things. A knock on the door grabs my attention. I glance up to see Hunter leaning against the door with a serious expression on his face. When I first met him, I didn’t think he’d have a serious bone in his body. He looks really sexy when he’s like that; especially when he’s wearing his dark-rimmed glasses.
“Hey,” I say softly.
He walks in, but keeps his gaze on mine as he shuts the door. “You getting ready to go to SX?”
I nod. “My appointment’s in thirty minutes. I really hope I catch the bastard this time.”
“What if you don’t? How long are we going to keep this going?” I can tell there’s something bothering him.
“Not long. Spending my evenings at the club watching people have sex isn’t exactly what I want to be doing with my time. Jennifer’s an old friend of mine, but I can’t put my life on hold to catch her worthless piece of shit husband.”
His lips pull back just slightly. “Good. I hate knowing you’re in that room without me. I want to be the one you’re watching.”
“Not with other women,” I say.
He chuckles. “That’s not what I meant.”
I knew what he meant, but it’s nice to hear his devotion to me. “Then maybe you can join me in a couple of weeks? I think it might be my last time going.”
His smile grows wider. “That can be arranged. Do you know what day in a couple of weeks? It’s not on the weekend, is it?”
“Nope,” I reply with a shake of my head. “It’s on a Wednesday. According to Chad’s date book, that’s the next time he’ll be there after tonight.”
“Maybe we’ll get lucky then.” He glances down at his watch and stands. “I probably need to go, too. Since I’m taking off for a long weekend, I have to work tonight. I can blame it on my girlfriend.”
Smiling, I roll my eyes. “I may be watching people have sex, but it’s work for me, too.”
He hates me being in the viewing room but I absolutely loathe him being around all those women. A part of me wants to sneak into the club without telling him and see how he is with them, but then the other part trusts him completely.
Hunter leans over my desk and kisses me, his lips hard as they press against mine. “Think about me tonight. Because I know for a fact I’ll be thinking about you.”
I kiss him again. “Will I see you tonight after you get off?”
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” He winks and glances at me one more time before leaving my office. I wish I could walk out with him, but with his classmates still around, I don’t want them knowing we’re together.
Once I know he’s gone, I close up my office and head out toward Society X. The parking lot is packed like usual and I go through the routine of dropping off my purse at the front where Jared is waiting for me, dressed in his perfectly fitting tux.
“It’s good to see you again, Ms. Vaughn,” he says, ushering me through the hallways.
“Same to you.” He always sounds so polite. It’s not the way I expected someone to talk to me at a club. I guess that’s what paying a premium price for service gets you.
We get to the viewing room and he opens the door. I know the drill so he doesn’t go into detail on what I’m supposed to do. I sit down on the plush couch while Jared strolls to the door. “Enjoy the show,” he says.
The lights shut off and the show begins. When the lights come on again, the two women dance around the stage, their bodies glistening under the soft, purple lights. I can tell they’re professional strippers by the way they move and look. They run their hands over the guy’s backside, but I can’t see his face—he has the same body and hair color as Chad. Unfortunately, when he turns around it’s not him. Shit.
I watch the rest of the show, amazed at the size of the man’s dick. Hunter is well-endowed, but this guy’s a monster. If I was up there with him and saw that, I would’ve run away. There’s big, and there’s too big. He needs to be off making porno movies. Then again, he probably already is.
The show lasts for an hour and by the time it’s over, I’m ready to go. Hunter still has a couple more hours of work and I fight the urge to sneak into the stripper room to watch him. I really don’t want to see him dancing for other women. Instead, I get Jared to walk me to the front to get my purse.
“Do you want me to set you up another appointment?” Jared asks, handing me my purse.
I nod. “Two weeks on the Wednesday in the viewing room. Do you have anything available?”
“I will take a look and text you with a time,” he says with a smile.
“Thanks. Hopefully, I’ll see you then.”
I walk out the door to my car, wishing like hell I had some good news to tell Jennifer. Leaning against my car, I pull out my phone. I haven’t talked to her in a few days and as far as I know she’s still in Hawaii on her husband’s dime.
“Kennedy,” she answers, her voice sounding much happier.
“Hey, Jennifer. How are you?”
“Sitting here enjoying the sun. I think I need to move out here. It’s amazing how much better life is away from Chad.”
I laugh. “Wish I could join you.”
“Uh-oh, you don’t sound so good. You okay?”
“Not really,” I reply honestly. “I’m at the club.”
“You haven’t found him yet, have you?”
I sigh. “No. I don’t know what else to do. I have someone on the inside helping, but there’s only so much he can do. I’m going to give it one more shot and then after that, I’m pulling the plug.”
“No worries, Kennedy. You’ve already gone way out on the limb for me. I appreciate everything you’ve done. I’m coming home next week. We’ll talk then, okay?”
“All right. Have fun. I’m actually headed on a vacation myself. If you need me just call my cell.”
“Will do. Be safe.” We hang up and I’m about to get in my car when someone catches my eye. I never thought I’d see the fucker, but there he is, getting out of his expensive Mercedes. Not to mention, he has both arms around two women. I watch them walk up to the door, straight to the members’ entrance.
“What do we have here,” I mumble to myself. I snap a few pictures with my phone, but when I look down at them, you can’t see his face. Fuck. At least I saw him. It gives me the push I need. I have one more chance to catch him and I’ll make damn sure it counts.