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“A.m. and p.m. if you’re willing. If you want me.” He leans in, his sensual mouth hovering over mine. “Do you want me?”
“God, yes.” I open to him when he brushes his lips against my mouth.
Emery captures me with a deep, lush kiss. His demanding tongue twirls with mine. The way it moves with such carnal precision in my mouth suggests how it would feel on other parts of my body.
All parts. Head to toe.
My thighs clench and when I squeeze, I’m already wet between the legs, my entire body trembling from want and need.
I’m struck by his spicy cologne as I inhale his scent with a hint of leather and deep woods. Sparks flying all around me, I reach up and twist my wrists around his wide shoulders. This man can’t be close enough to me.
“Fuck yes, you taste good, sweetheart.” His lips break from mine to close around my neck with an unyielding hunger I’ve never felt before.
I forget we’re in public. In a store, as his hands roam my body.
Anyone can film us.
Jess.
“We should stop,” I whisper, catching my breath. Searching for my sanity.
“You’re right,” he groans. “If you kiss me like thatagain, I won’t stop until my pants are around my ankles, and I’m penetrating you so fucking deep.”
His bold promise rattles me.
“Do you...make love as good as you kiss?”
“I don’t make love.” Emery’s face goes rigid. “I fuck. Hard.”
I clear my throat. I can’t expect him to have real feelings for me. I met him only yesterday!
I heard of love at first sight.
Sometimes, one kiss is all it takes. Clearly, that’s all it’s taken for me.
TWELVE
FORD
My assistant messaged me that Michael Kinsey was on his way from Rikers to Criminal Court in lower Manhattan. I call for an Uber and head down there to see that piece of work.
I learned a long time ago, it’s not easier to see a client there, just quicker than driving out to the hellish island complex that is Rikers.
Because most of my clients make bond, I haven’t been there in years. Kinsey didn’t make bond. According to the court ruling, he’s a flight risk. He holds dual passports from one of the countries we’re not exactly friendly with and doesn’t do extradition.
The Public Defender, who represented him during his arraignment, asked for bail under the condition that he surrender the passports and wear an ankle monitor. Pratt squashed that.
I’m going to make Kinsey his white whale, and I’m going to harpoon them both.
Pratt Sterling expects to easily crush Kinsey and maintain his pristine record. I chuckle, thinking of the expression on Sterling’s face when he sees I’m representing this spineless weasel.
My managing partner looked at me like I had ten heads when I told him I was taking this case. Until he found out how much I was charging. We don’t like getting drug pushers off, but a thorough dive into this asshole’s background confirms he’s low-level.
I’m not putting a murdering kingpin back on the street.
Visiting a prisoner at the downtown courthouse means going through a series of steps invented by a person who got screwed over by a lawyer and wants to make attorneys suffer.
It could be worse. If an inmate at Rikers doesn’t have commissary money for phone calls, even to receive them, they’re left in the dark as far as why they’re down here.
