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 to be influenced by alcohol when I was ready to fuck her brains out. She needed to feel every part of me and remember it