“Why, will you be here to pick me up?’
“What’s in it for me?”
“I’ll let you give me a blow job on the way home.”
I just look at him. “Do you ever stop?”
“Fucking never.” When I glare at him some more he adds, “Ninety days. That’s the max the lawyers think it’ll take given my age. I haven’t found what I’m looking for yet, but once I do I’ll be walking out of this dump.”
I nod at him. He’s speaking in riddles but I know he means he hasn’t found Byron yet. Ninety days. That’s not long. I can get what I need done in that time.
He pulls me back to him, hands running up and down my body as he devours me with another strained kiss. I’m wearing a winter dress with buttons down the front and knee high boots so that my thighs are easily accessible. Strapped to one of them is the USB of all the information Quinn was able to get on the staff who work here.
“No touching,” says one of the staff as they perv over us.
Jude ignores them, his fingers caressing a damp spot between my legs as he takes the USB. I give a silent moan and bite down on his lips.
“No—”
“Touching, got it,” Jude hisses at the orderly, finally releasing me and stepping away. He licks his lip where I bit him. “Still fucking feral, I see.”
“You haven’t tamed me yet, Marques,” I say, tilting my head, fixing my ruffled skirt.
“If I could, I’d drag you back to my box room and bang you against all four paper thin fucking walls.”
“You always say the nicest things.” I roll my eyes and smile sweetly.
“You love it,” he chuckles. “I felt how wet you are.”
“See you in ninety days, Jude,” I say to him, and he groans.
As I walk out, I look back and the boy is smirking at me through the frosted glass as he strolls into the main part of the clinic like he owns the place. He blows me a fucking kiss before going inside, making my insides curl and my heart thud in my chest like it’s being squeezed within an inch of its life. My body likes to remind me it isn’t finished with Jude Marques.
He’s going to be the death of me.
I fucking know it.