CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Fuck the meeting?

Leah never thought she'd hear words like those pass Noah Bridgeway's lips.

The man lived and breathed business. Whether it was related to his Pack or his enterprise. He was likely to fire anyone he heard say words like that.

His lips covered hers without preamble, the same way his finger entered her, his tongue sliding into her mouth in a devouring kiss when she gasped in surprise.

The feel of his fingers inside her was a sensual assault Leah hadn’t been prepared for.

But then again, she didn’t think she could have ever been prepared for Noah Bridgeway.

His fingers glided in and out of her, curving inside of her and dragging against her walls in a way that caused Leah’s thighs to tremble on either side of him. She moaned and arched her hips against his hand, urging him to continue.

And he did.