The Lawyer (The Dalton Brothers 1)

Kendall

The sun was just coming in through the blinds when my eyes opened, my body sore but extremely relaxed from what Dominick had done to me in his pool last night. That was what happened when I went to his house after a long evening of filming and complained I was sweaty.

I’d found myself in his infinity pool.

With him.

Naked.

The two of us creating even more sweat.

I tightened my thighs together, still feeling our sex, the coarseness of his whiskers when he’d gone down on me underwater. The heaviness of his tongue on my clit while I had gripped the edge of the shallow end, trying not to scream too loud across the Hollywood Hills.

I’d never met a man like him before.

Dominant.

Protective.

Ridiculously handsome.

And someone who truly wanted to take care of me.

As I glanced toward the other side of his bed, where he was asleep on his stomach, I still couldn’t believe he was mine. Now that the whole world knew we were together, courtesy of a Celebrity Alert, we found no reason to hide our relationship. Dominick still didn’t like the limelight—I certainly couldn’t blame him—but when we went out for lunch or dinner, there were shots of us holding hands. When I’d attended an industry event last week, he had been right by my side on the red carpet. He was along for the ride, and he wasn’t allowing anything—paparazzi, online pictures, articles, alerts—to get in the way of us.

I was running my fingers through his hair as he stirred, slowly opening his eyes, reaching for me. “Morning, gorgeous.”

“Mmm.” I felt the smile on my lips as I looked at him, the tousled hair he always woke up with, the shadow on his delicious cheeks—a sight that wouldn’t stop turning me on. “Good morning.”

“How did you sleep?”

I stretched my arms over my head, adjusting the fluffy pillow. “Aside from hurting everywhere”—I laughed—“really well.”

“I was a little rough on you last night.”

I winked. “A little?”

“That wasn’t my plan.” He cupped my breast, grazing my nipple back and forth. “Sometimes, you make it impossible to go easy on you.”

“I loved it—you know that.”

He grabbed my chin before lowering to my waist. “What time do you have to film?”

“Not until two.” I yawned. “I have the whole morning off.”

“Do you want to get some breakfast?”

I nuzzled my face against his chest. “I would really love that.” A thought came into my head. “Except the only thing I have to wear is that purple dress I came over in last night, and you know how I feel about the walk of shame. We’ll just have to stop by my place first.”

He kissed my cheek, just below my earlobe. “You left some running clothes here last week. I had my housekeeper wash them for you. They’re in the top drawer of the island in my closet.”

I remembered that outfit—the yoga pants and tank top and sports bra I’d forgotten and been meaning to grab. Now, they were in a drawer along with his things.

I really liked the direction this was going.

“Even better,” I whispered.

With his hand on my face, he traced my bottom lip. “I’m going to wash up and make a few phone calls. We’ll leave in thirty?”

I nodded. “Perfect.”

I watched him get out of bed, and that delectable, long, thick cock bounced with each step, the muscles in his arms so defined as they hung at his sides, his tight, rippled abs flexing as he walked.

Good Lord.

I went into his massive closet, finding the drawer in his center island, and put the bra on over my head, followed by the pants and tank top. Using the mirror along one of the walls, I twisted my hair into a messy bun and tied it with the elastic I kept on my wrist. By the time I exited, he was coming out of the bathroom, still not a stitch of clothing on his body.

I stood frozen next to his bed, watching him head to his closet.

He laughed as he neared. “Can I get you something?”

I shook my head, and then I changed my mind and nodded instead. “You.”

A smile joined his face. “I think I’ve met my clone.”

He continued walking, his incredible ass in my view.

“I was never like this before you,” I told him. “You’ve … ruined me.”

“Ruined?”

“Yep.” I went into the bathroom. “Now, all I think about is your dick.”

I shut the door, and at the sink, I covered my finger with a line of toothpaste, brushing it across my teeth and finishing off with a swish of mouthwash. I quickly scrubbed my face next and dried off with one of his extra-soft towels.

When I made it back into his bedroom, I could hear Dominick in his office, which was only a few doors down. Before I went into the kitchen for coffee, I found my purse and took out my phone to check the texts that had come in overnight.

Charlize: Loved hanging with you at the club last night.