“I know one, at least I used to. He’s pretty much a drunk, but he might be a place to start.” She shrugged her slender shoulders as we continued to stare at her.
“And you can arrange a meeting with him?” She was right, it was a place to start. And we desperately needed a lead. Time was already running out. A week, Leviathan had said. A week to find where the woman was being kept and get her out. It wasn’t enough time.
“Possibly. I can try.”
“Good.” Standing, I stretched my arms above my head and my back cracked. “You do that. Raze, can you help Blade in finding Briella’s family? I need to speak to them.”
“Go with him, sugar.” Blade’s hand came around the woman’s body to squeeze her tit hard. “Make the calls you need to make, and help our president relax. He looks like he needs to let off a little steam.”
* * *
“What’s your name?”My eyes fixed on the woman perched on my desk. I took my time looking her over. I should probably have known her name, but honestly, I rarely bothered to learn their names. That’s not the reason they were in my clubhouse.
She cocked her head to the side, the phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder. “Tammy-” Her eyes narrowed as her back straightened, and her whole demeanour changed. “Blue, it’s me Tammy-Lee.” She giggled like a schoolgirl, laying it on thick. “I was hoping you would remember me. I have a favour to ask you.”
I barely heard the rest as my eyes swept up her bare legs. The skirt she was wearing was short. Short enough that I could see the scrap of black underwear underneath it. Maybe Blade was right. I needed to unwind a little. Tammy-Lee wasn’t what I normally went for, but she was willing. I could see it in her eyes when she caught me staring at her. A knowing smile split her face, and her legs parted a little more.
“Panties off,” I snarled. I didn’t care if she was on the phone or not. I needed the release only a woman’s body could give me. And I needed it there and then.
She didn’t waste any time doing as I ordered. Her face was slack with the same kind of need that I was feeling. Kicking the slip of material away, she waited, watching me with hooded eyes even as she spoke animatedly on the phone, arranging the meeting I had asked her to organise.
I turned her without warning. With my hand on the back of her neck, I pressed her down over the papers of my desk and freed myself with my other hand.
I slapped my cock against her ass. Blade was right, I needed it. Pushing against her wetness, I sheathed myself with one almost angry thrust. Not stopping until I felt my balls slap against her.
She was warm and wet, and I started to move. Her body moved with mine, but I kept my hand tight against her neck. I didn’t want to see her face.
My eyes were fixed on the smiling face of Briella in the picture next to her. And it was her I imagined fucking as I lost myself in the club girl’s body.
