“WHAT?” she said, nearly slopping the contents of her martini out of its glass.
“You know he’s under investigation, right?” I asked.
“Yes, but Chase, he told me high profile people are under investigation all the time.”
Of course he said that. He was an asshole.
“Well, that’s partly true. But in his case, the investigation was warranted. He has potentially engaged in insider trading and also in defrauding clients. He’ll probably be going before a grand jury very soon.”
Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my god. And it was probably going on right under my nose. I hate that man.” She rubbed her forehead.
“Hey, hey. This will all be behind you some day.” I reached for her hands.
She shook her head. “Wow. Just wow. How it is that you know this?”
“We work in the same circles. There are no secrets. Only rumors, lies, and the cold hard truth. And this one turned out to be t
he truth.”
She pursed her lips then looked at me with wide eyes, absentmindedly flipping the ends of her long hair.
“Hey. Want to get out of here?” I asked.
“Yeah. Yes, please.”
“Where do you want to go?”
She stood. “My place?”
Who was I to argue with that?
Avril’s penthouse apartment was everything I’d thought it would be. I mean, I had a nice place, and it was just a few blocks away from hers, but this one was freaking palatial. It was filled with lots of old world architectural details but decorated with the kind of modern art only a gallery owner would have an eye for. The effect was stunning.
Like Avril.
Her heels clicked over the marble floors, but before we got halfway down her huge foyer, I took her hand and pushed her up against the wall.
“I can’t help myself,” I breathed, running my hand over her silky black hair. “I’ve been dying to kiss you since I wiped that paint off your face.”
She gave me a shy smile. “Then what the hell are you waiting for?”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head until her neck was exposed. Running my lips from her collarbone to her earlobe, I feasted on her sweet skin.
My hands ran down her back until they landed on her ass, where I filled my happy mitts with fistfuls of her fleshy behind.
“Angel,” I said, “where’s the bedroom?”
“Mmmm. This way. Come with me,” she said, throwing a look over her shoulder.
When we reached her room, I wasted no time in lifting her dress over her head. There she stood before me, in nothing more than matching lace bra and thong.
I stepped back to take it all in. Yeah, she was one fucking amazing beauty.
Her breasts nearly flowed over the cups of her bra, and the smooth, flawless skin of her stomach led the way to some of the most gorgeous lace I’d ever seen. I could only imagine what lie beneath.
She grasped my cock through my trousers and damn if I didn’t almost shoot my load right then. That’s how hot I was. Seriously worked up.
I kicked off my shoes and flung my suit jacket aside. Avril made quick work of my shirt buttons, and I opened my trousers and let them and my boxers fall to the floor. As soon as I was free, she moved for my hard-on, stroking me with determination. She was hungry for release, just like I was. The only thing that would wash away the intensity of her emotions—and mine, too—was a physical experience of epic proportions.