Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel (17 page)

Her eyes come
directly to mine, wide and seeking.

Seeking what, I have
no idea.

But I can tell…
at this moment, as she looks at me, she’s not listening to a
damn thing Cal is saying to her right now. Her attention is fully
with me.

As Cal spins her
away, I turn my gaze back to Melody. “I don’t know if
she’s into him or not.”

“So find out,”
she says simply.

“Kind of hard
when she’s in another man’s arms,” I point out.
Although, if I really wanted to, I’d just go cut in and take
her away from him.

“So get rid of
him,” she suggests, again simply. “Seriously Matt…
it’s not like you to sit back and wait for things.”

Melody has a point,
and with her egging me on, an idea comes to mind. Simple won’t
work, but devious will.

“Excuse me,”
I say to Melody as I stand up. Pulling my phone out, I step away from
the table and flip through my contacts. Finding the one I need, I hit
it and wait for an answer.

“This is Abe
Gettner,” he answers on the third ring.

“It’s
Matt Connover. I finally got some authority from my client on the
Sellani
case. If your client can pay a million, half in a
structured settlement, the other half in cash, they’ll settle.
But they want an answer within fifteen minutes. Otherwise, deal is
off.”

“Shit,”
Abe gripes. “Fifteen minutes? And why aren’t you calling
Cal? This is his case.”

“I don’t
have his number,” I tell him as I stare at Cal and Mac dancing
twenty feet from me.

“I’ll
give it to you,” Abe tells me, but I cut him off.

“No, I don’t
have time. I’m out on a date right now. Just pass the message
along and give him my number. If I hear back from him in the
timeframe, we have a deal.”

“Matt…
that’s practically impossible,” Abe grumbles. “You
know our clients are in London and it’s… three in the
morning there.”

“Then I
suggest you get Cal hopping on this. It’s a good deal for you
and you know it, and your clients may be in London but that’s
still only a phone call away. Trust me, with this deal I’m
offering you, they won’t mind being woken up.”

I don’t wait
for an answer but disconnect the call. Abe Gettner is the co-counsel
on the
Sellani
case with Cal, but Cal’s lead chair. All
settlement offers have to go through him and that should keep him
busy for a while.

And I only need five
minutes with Mac.

“Do you mind
getting lost for a little bit?” I ask Melody with a charming
smile as I take my seat again to resume watching Mac.

She returns it and
pats me on the cheek. “If my little “fuck ‘em and
leave ‘em” Matt is falling for a woman, hell yeah, I’ll
get lost. This is monumental.”

“Stuff it,
Melody,” I say with affection as I watch her stand and walk
gracefully away from the table.

The song ends and I
watch Cal lead Mac back to the table, his hand resting on her lower
back. Mac flicks her gaze at me once, but then otherwise looks around
the room… looking everywhere but at me.

Right on schedule,
just as soon as he pulls Mac’s chair out for her, Cal’s
phone rings. He pulls it out, frowns, and then says, “I’m
sorry… this is an urgent call. Excuse me.”

Cal hasn’t
even walked five paces away when I’m standing and grabbing
Mac’s elbow. “Let’s dance.”

She doesn’t
struggle or deny me, but I didn’t expect her to. Regardless of
the way things crumbled between us, there is still an insane
attraction. Plus, I’m her boss. Not like she can say no, right?

When I reach the
dance floor, I turn and pull her into my arms. One arm goes around
her waist, and the other takes her hand in mine, where I rest them
against my chest. She drapes her other hand over my shoulder and
because there is still a little bit of a gap between us, I pull her
in until her body touches mine. The move causes her eyes to darken to
the color of emeralds.

“Where’s
Melody?” she asks, her voice a little raspy.

“Off powdering
her nose or whatever it is that you women do when you have to go to
the restroom.”

“I believe
it’s called peeing. I’m sure she’s just peeing,”
she says with a grin, and just like that… there’s the
Mac that has me captivated.

“Ah…
Mac,” I say longingly. “I’ve missed your crazy
humor.”

I’m not sure
what is so special about what I just said, but Mac pushes in closer
to me… close enough I can lean my head slightly and put my
cheek to her temple. It’s intimate, and it suffuses me with
peace. We dance quietly for a few moments, but then I feel compelled
to tell her, “You look amazingly and fantastically gorgeous
tonight. Every woman in this room pales next to you.”

“Even Melody?”
she murmurs and although I can’t see her face, I can feel the
teasing smile she’s wearing.

“Even Melody,”
I tell her adamantly, but then add on, “By the way, she’s
just a friend. We went to law school together.”

Her head pulls back
so she can look at me, and her tone is a little chastising. “So,
you’re saying I look better than just… ‘nice’?”

I laugh at her
silliness. “That’s all I could say to you in mixed
company. I don’t think anyone would understand an employer
calling his employee ‘amazingly and fantastically gorgeous’.
Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Totally
agree,” she whispers with a smile, and then pushes back in
closer to me again. My heart flips over and when her body touches
mine, you know what starts twitching in you know where.

Leaning my head
down, I put my lips near her ear. “Mac?”

“Hmmm?”
she asks, sort of dreamily.

My voice is urgent
and raw once I commit to the words. “Leave with me right now. I
need you, and it’s killing me not to be with you.”

She jerks in my arms
and pulls back to look at me. Heat ripples across those gorgeous
irises and her mouth is slightly parted in astonishment. For a brief
moment, I think she’s going to say yes, but then she sort of
shakes her head. “I can’t… I’m here with
Cal.”

I take a quick peek
over at our table, and Cal isn’t back yet. Melody isn’t
coming back because she’ll stay gone until I tell her
otherwise.

Turning back to Mac,
I urge her. “Make up an excuse.”

She blinks at me in
confusion. “Like what?”

Releasing her hand
and touching my fingers to her jaw, I suggest. “How about fake
a bout of diarrhea? I heard that worked well with Lorraine.”

Mac’s eyes
practically bug out of her head in surprise. “What? How did you
know?”

I cock an eyebrow at
her and chuckle. “Everyone in the office knew about it, and
people think you are incredibly clever.”

Flashing me her
pearly whites, she starts laughing. “It did work nicely.”

Mac in a sexy dress
is tormenting me. Mac in a sexy dress and laughing in delight…
it’s killing me. I release my hold on her, turn her toward the
edge of the dance floor, and push her along. Leaning down, I murmur,
“Now go. Make an excuse. I’ll ditch Melody and meet you
at your apartment.”

She spins on me, her
eyes flicking in between my own, trying to determine if this is for
real. I want to take her hand and press it up against the erection
that is forming so she knows… yes… I’m not
fucking around right now.

My chest almost
explodes in joy when she nods at me with a smile. “I’ll
meet you at my apartment.”

She turns to head
off, to look for Cal, I assume. Reaching out quickly, I grab her hand
so she looks back at me. “Don’t plan on getting any sleep
tonight, Mac. We have a lot to make up for.”

Even in the low
light, the only ambience from candles and dim chandelier lighting, I
can see the shudder that quakes Mac’s body. I also feel it…
because the thought that my words cause her to tremble makes me
tremble in response.

I’m going to
have her again… tonight, and I don’t know that I’ve
ever looked forward to anything more in my life. It’s like that
feeling you get as a kid, on Christmas morning. Except, there’s
an erection involved for me.

I make a hasty
goodbye to Melody. She wishes me luck, and then kisses my cheek. I
haven’t seen Mac since we parted ways, but I did get a glimpse
of Cal, still on his phone over at the bar, nursing what looks like a
Martini. I snicker to myself because it will take him way longer than
fifteen minutes to get authority to settle. Bet he didn’t see
his evening ending this way.

The cab ride to
Mac’s apartment seems to take forever, but a glance at my watch
shows only twenty minutes. The elevator ride seems to take just as
long.

Then I’m
knocking, and she’s opening the door, and her eyes are already
filled with lust as she looks at me. I don’t know why she’s
letting me back in. I’ve not done anything to really deserve
her giving me a second chance. But I’m sure as hell not going
to question her actions right now.

I step over the
threshold toward her.

She takes a step
back, her chest rising and falling a little faster.

I take another step
toward her, and she steps back again. Reaching out, I shut the door
behind me, and then shrug out of my jacket. As I drop it to the
floor, I take another step in her direction and she backs up again.

She wants a cat and
mouse game? I’ll give it to her, because I do not mind hunting
her down.

I back her up, clear
across her living room, taking off my tie and dropping it casually to
the floor. As I start loosening my first cuff link, she abruptly
stops. Her eyes stare at me intently, her breath now coming in short
pants.

She’s panting,
just because of the
thought
of me fucking her, and that makes
my erection go full salute. Just knowing she wants me that much.

I take one more step
and then I’m standing just a fraction of an inch from her body,
staring down at her face as it tilts up at me. We’re not
touching anywhere, yet I feel her all over me. I can practically
taste her, and we haven’t even kissed.

“First time’s
going to be quick,” I warn her, because there is absolutely no
way I can wait a moment longer to get inside of her. It’s been
ten long days without sex… yes, but it’s been ten long
days without Mac, and that’s inflaming my lust just as much.

“Works for
me,” she murmurs, licking her lower lip, and I can’t help
the low groan that comes out.

Reaching down with
both hands, I fist the material of her dress and drag it upward. No
time to figure out how to get her out of it. I drag my hands all the
way up past her waist, bunching the material there.

Looking down, I can
see just a hint of black lace at her hipbone and I curl my fingers up
under the edge, hooking onto it tight. With a sharp pull, Mac jerks,
and the material shreds like tissue. I let it flutter to the floor
and stick my hand right in between her legs.

She’s so
fucking warm… so fucking wet. I drag my fingers over her, back
and forth, the movement covering the shaking of my own hand. When she
moans, I can’t control it any more.

Bending over, I lift
her up, placing my hands under her naked ass as she wraps those long
legs around me. I take three steps and pin her against her living
room wall with my torso. Our faces are just inches apart, but we
haven’t kissed. Her breathing is rough but so is mine, and I
know it’s about to get rougher.

Keeping one hand
under her ass for balance, I reach down with my other and do a
one-handed miracle on my button and zipper, opening them up
efficiently and pulling my cock out.

It’s vibrating
with need, weeping in anticipation.

I tilt my hips, line
up, and then I’m shoving my way inside of Mac’s body.
She’s wet and willing, but she’s tight as fuck, and it
takes a couple of twists of my hips before I sink all the way in and
feel her conform around me. She lets out a sigh of blatant pleasure,
and she has a satisfied smile on her face.

The feeling of being
inside of her body is overwhelming. It’s better than ever
before, and I’m inundated with the need to drive myself into a
frenzy.

“God…
you feel so good,” I tell her, my teeth clenched in an effort
to maintain control. I bury my face in her neck and inhale her scent…
honeysuckle and warm, wet female.

I dig my fingertips
into her ass cheeks as I hold still inside of her. I’m afraid
my first movement will unleash something inside of me that I won’t
be able to control. Testing the waters, I make a small circle with my
pelvis against her, and a ripple of ecstasy travels up my spine just
from that small move.

Letting my breath
rush out across her neck, I tell her sadly, “I’m not
going to last long. This feels too good.” Then I move my hips
just a little again, and that same rip of pleasure hits me hard.

“I’m not
worried,” she whispers in my ear, just before she licks it. “I
know you’re good for it. Now… just let go.”

I pull my head up to
look at her, amazed and grateful she’s giving me free license
to fuck her like an animal, and trusting I’ll take care of her
after. While we stare at each other, I pull my cock out almost to the
tip, carefully supporting her with my hands. Hovering on the edge,
she watches… waits for me.

I slam back into her
hard, crushing her against the wall. Her eyes close in rapture, and
she lets out a pleasure-filled gasp. When she opens them back up, she
says, “That’s what I’m talking about.”

I can’t help
the snicker that comes out of my mouth, because that is classic
fucking Mac and I love it. We grin at each other just a moment, and
then I’m claiming her mouth with my own. While my tongue fucks
her mouth, my hips start pumping hard, thrusting my cock in and out
of her sweet pussy. Her arms wrap tightly around my neck and her legs
squeeze at my waist.

Just as I feel the
beginnings of my orgasm firing up, I realize that even though Mac has
told me to let go… to fuck her hard and take my pleasure,
knowing I’ll care for her after, I just can’t do it. I
can’t fall off the edge before her.