Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
I took in a deep breath to clear my head. The smell of the lavender scrub calmed me as I ran my hands over my body.
Closing my eyes, I saw Finn’s smile. With a slight moan, my hand slipped between my legs. One brush across my clit had me gasping.
Finn.
The way that dimple popped out when he laughed. Or the seductive way he barely lifted the corner of his mouth when he flirted with me.
My hand moved faster.
His kiss.
Those lips.
The way he tasted like pure heaven. What would it feel like to have those lips kiss every inch of my body?
My legs trembled as my orgasm rushed through my body and I whispered out his name.
“Finn.”
Rory
Married to my job
Russell and I walked into Engine 17, and I couldn’t help but notice how he pushed out his chest a tad bit more. It was obvious he was threatened by the men in here.
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head.
Men.
“Now, Rory, let me handle this.”
I didn’t utter a word. If Russell thought he could do better than I could, he was more than welcome to take the lead.
He walked up to a firefighter and cleared his throat. “Excuse me, is your captain available to speak with us?”
The firefighter looked Russell up and down and frowned. “Who wants to know?” he asked in a thick Boston accent.
Standing behind Russell to his right, I stood there attempting to hide my grin.
“I’m Russell McCormick, and this is Rory Adams. We’re with the Adams, Burks, and Monroe law firm.”
When the firefighter lifted his brow and shot Russell an I-don’t-give-a-damn-who-you-are look, I stepped up closer. I glanced down at his shirt and smiled.
“Good morning, Lieutenant. We really hope that we’re not intruding on your morning schedule. Our law firm represents the Boston Firefighters union as well as Mr. Robert Long. We’d like to be able to speak with a few of you about Mr. Long. Is your cap in?”
The guy looked me over. I had purposely dressed in a tight skirt today. Not to mention the fact that my shirt showed a bit more cleavage than usual. I’d been around firefighters my whole life. If there was one thing I knew about them…it was that they could be like putty in a woman’s hands, even the married ones. Yet I’d never once had one misbehave, which spoke volumes to me about them.
“No intrusion at all, ma’am. Anybody here to help our boy is welcome. Let me go let Captain Riggs know you’re here.”
With a bigger smile, I replied, “Thank you so much, Lieutenant…”
“Hendricks, ma’am. Just call me Hendricks.”
I nodded. “Thank you, Hendricks.”
He turned and took off up the stairs. Trying to contain my smile, I glanced over to Russell. The look on his face alone was priceless.
“How did you know he was a lieutenant? And I thought there were only fire captains.”
My mouth nearly fell open. And the man called himself a good lawyer. Had he not read up on the fire department? Amazing, since most of his cases would be representing the firefighters’ union. “There’s a rank structure within the fire department. His T-shirt said, ‘I’m in Charge When the Captain’s Away.’ The lieutenant is under the captain, and if the captain is out, he is acting captain. I simply put two and two together.”
“Right. I knew that.”
Responding with a half-smile, half-smirk, I glanced around the station. God, how I’d loved spending time with my father at work when I was younger.
“Little Rory Adams. How the hell are you?”
Glancing over my shoulder, I grinned wide. “Captain Riggs. How are you?”
He pulled me into a hug and whispered into my ear, “Jesus, when did you grow up to be a beautiful woman? Does your father know his little girl is here?”
With a chuckle, I squeezed him harder. He pushed me out at arm’s length and shook his head. “If any of these guys make one comment to you, you let me know, you hear?”
“Yes sir, but I’m sure they’ll all behave.”
He rolled his eyes, then turned to Russell while extending his hand. “Captain John Riggs.”
“Russell McCormick, sir.”
“Let’s head on up to my office and talk.”
Russell motioned for me to go first as he said, “Sounds great.”
As we walked back to the captain’s office, I couldn’t hide the fire in my cheeks at the stares I received. One guy tripped while mopping as he watched me walk by.
Russell leaned closer to me and whispered, “I’d say you’re making a nice first impression.”
Digging my teeth into my lip, I was now regretting my shirt choice.
As we walked into the captain’s office, I pulled my sweater from my bag and put it on, making sure to pull it together to hide the fact that I had on a low-cut blouse.
“Cold?” Russell asked while smirking.
Asshole.
“A little,” I answered with a sweet smile.