Page 109 of Worth the Try
“Do you ever wear panties with these?”
“N-no,” she stutters, her breath catching as I slide my finger along her slit. She’s soaked.
I push my sweatpants and boxers down. “Good.” I bend her over the bed and glide my hand down her back before notching myself at her entrance. “Don’t ever start.”
She wiggles her hips, and the sight of her is almost enough to make me come right now. I slide into her on a grunt. The feel of her, velvety hot and tight, is the sweetest sensation.Home.
She gasps, then moans as I thrust again. “Fast and hard, Ansel.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I grip her hips and slam into her, watching my cock disappear into her over and over. I will give this woman whatever she wants. Today, tomorrow, a decade from now.
I geta call from my lawyer later that night, as Elodie and I watch Rosie work on yet another puzzle. Frowning at the phone, I pull it up to my ear. “Jennifer?”
“Is Elodie there?” Jennifer asks. “Put me on speakerphone.”
“Hang on,” I instruct, and Elodie and I walk to the kitchen so that Rosie doesn’t hear. “Okay, go.”
“Elodie, are you familiar with a woman named Allyson Fields?”
I scrunch my brow and mouth, “Jake’s fiancée?”
She nods and answers, “Yes, I am.”
“Mm. And do you, by chance, know what she does for a living?”
“I do,” she says, drawing out the words.
“I don’t,” I state.
“Interesting,” Jennifer answers. “Because Allyson is a private investigator. One of the South’s finest, in fact. Her company, and her reputation in particular, is top-notch. My clients can’t afford her.”
“She’s my friend,” Elodie says.
Jennifer continues, “Imagine my surprise when I got a call from her, followed by a zip file filled with all sorts of information on Rosalie’s birth mother.”
My eyebrows are practically on the ceiling with how high I’m raising them. “What? How? What’s it say?”
Meanwhile, Elodie’s grinning like a fool. Her smile makes me start to shake. Could something good actually be happening with this?
“Turns out that Lauren Williamson is actually Laura Williams, who’s wanted in Nevada for embezzlement. And in California for the same thing. And South Carolina. There’s also a, and this is a legal term,shit-tonof speeding tickets attributed to her various monikers.” Jennifer pauses. “It’s safe to say that the custody hearing is a no-go, Ansel. You can stop worrying.”
“Holy shit,” I breathe in disbelief. Goosebumps fly across my body. This can’t be real. But it is. I think. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” Jennifer’s smile comes through the speaker. “This is my favorite part of the job.”
I laugh. “Until I pay that bill.”
She chuckles. “That’s nice, too. Congratulations, Ansel. And Elodie, tell your friend thank you.”
“I will.”
Jennifer signs off, and I pick Elodie up and whirl her around the kitchen, my grip on her tight. She laughs, her relief just as palpable as mine. I let her down only to pull her back for a kiss, smiling the entire time.
“I knew Allyson was impressive. I had noclueshe was a next-level spy master,” I mutter. “But—how? What made her look into it?”
“Oh.” Elodie waves a hand nonchalantly. “It was after Lauren texted me the night we got smashed.”
“Shewhat?”
