Chapter 25. Whose P*ssy Is This???

CLINT's POV.

There were tons of things I knew Keira was capable of doing, but coming to my house drunk at one a.m in the morning never made the list. I was expecting her, yes. I knew she would come.

I wanted her to come.

She reeked of alcohol and I wanted to get drunk off her, tear off the flimsy dress to shreds.

Keira's lips curved up in a seductive smile, still running her hands up and down my chest in a slow, murderous torture.

"Let us not do anything rash while you are drunk," I suggested because if there was anything worse than having the hots for your client, it was taking advantage of a drunk lady.

Besides, I did not want her influenced by alcohol when I was ready to fuck her brains out. She needed to feel every part of me and remember it.

Keira giggled, too drunk to even notice how my eyes watched her like a predator. Under very different circumstances, I would rip off that hair tie, then I would gather her hair in my hands.