Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel (29 page)

She had me spilling
the beans about my family as well, and while I know that when it
comes to intimate relationships, I’m very closed off… or
at least I had been… Most people would be surprised to learn I
am very close to my parents, so it’s quite easy to talk about
them.

“So tell me
about your parents,” Mac commanded after she took a sip of
wine, licking a drop off her lower lip, which made me think of some
very filthy things I’d like to do to her mouth.

“They’re
great… fantastic. I’m really close to them. I try to get
back to Pennsylvania to see them as often as I can, especially when I
have Gabe so he can get to know his grandparents.”

“What do they
do?” she asks, leaning forward and placing her elbows on the
table.

“My mom is an
artist, and my dad is a college mathematics professor.”

“An artist and
a math professor?” Mac muses with an appreciative smile. “Talk
about opposites.”

“Right? But
man, are they in love. Like that gag-me, sweet type where they
constantly hold hands and say mushy stuff to each other all the
time,” I tell her as I crinkle up my nose in mock distaste.

Last week, it would
have been real distaste.

Tonight… it’s
fake distaste.

Mac has opened me up
to possibility again.

“What type of
artist is your mom?”

“She paints…
watercolors. She’s really good, but I’m probably biased.
She just sells to some local galleries and a few high-end restaurants
display her stuff. She’ll never get rich off it, but she’s
doing what she loves.”

“That’s
nice,” Mac murmurs, running her finger around the rim of her
glass.

“What’s
that?”

“Doing what
you love. You have that luxury as well,” she points out.

“That I do. I
love being a lawyer,” I agree, but then I notice her eyes cast
downward. “Don’t you?”

She looks back up at
me. “Yes, of course I do.”

“Then why the
long face?”

“It’s
not long… it’s contemplative,” she says as she
shoots me a corrective look. “It’s just… you’re
so very good at what you do, and I have to think that has a lot to do
with why you love it so much. I just hope that ten years from now,
when I’ve been practicing as long as you, I can say I still
love the law too.”

I nod in
understanding, because Mac is so very new at the business of law.
She’s going to be in for some tough battles and many
disappointments along the way.

Reaching out across
the table, I remove her hand from circling her wineglass and lace my
fingers with hers, bringing them both down to the table. Rubbing my
thumb over the back of her hand, I say, “You are going to be a
great lawyer, Mac. I know when I see true talent, and you have it.
But just remember… you can be the best lawyer in the world,
and it doesn’t mean that you will love doing it.”

“You’re
right,” she says with a smile. “I just hope that I do.”

“That’s
all you can do,” I assure her and pull her hand up for a kiss.

We sit there for
three hours, talking about everything. She asks me more about Gabe
and I give her the seven-year-old run down.

He likes Legos,
cars, anything Nerf and Batman. His favorite sport is hockey,
although he watches it all, and that makes me—a certifiable
sports nut—immensely proud. He despises girls—for now,
any Disney movie that has a princess in it, and cleaning up his
bedroom. So, I bribe him with more Legos to pick up his current ones
and threaten to make him watch Snow White if he’s bad.

I tell her he’s
brilliant, sarcastic, and loves to argue. A real chip off the old
block.

Mac laughs in
delight, and I find I love sharing Gabe with her. I keep him so
private that it’s nice to brag about my son to someone other
than my folks.

When Mac says, “He
sounds wonderful,” I have to bite my tongue because my natural
urge was to respond, “Maybe you can meet him one day.”

But thankfully, I
keep that sentiment inside because that’s just a little too
soon to be saying that. This is, after all, just our first date.

After dinner, we
take a cab back to her apartment and I walk her up to the doorway. I
raise my arm and lean it against the casing as she unlocks the door,
enjoying just being near her… smelling her spicy fragrance…
her shampoo.

She swings the door
open and steps inside, but I reach out and grab ahold of her wrist,
giving her a little tug. She turns to look at me in surprise, and I
keep pulling her toward me until she’s flush against my body.

“This is where
I give you a kiss and say goodnight,” I tell her, wrapping my
arms around her waist and pulling her in tight.

“What?”
she asks in surprise.

“You heard me.
Kiss me goodnight, and then I’m heading home.”

“Oh, hell no,”
she grouses at me. “You had me specifically wear lace panties
for you, and I’ve been thinking about you peeling them off me
all night. There’s no way you’re going home, buddy.”

I love that she
wants me as much as I want her. That she doesn’t always wait
for me to make a move. But again, I think waiting is better.

Leaning in, I give
her a quick kiss on her lips. “You are adorable, but I’m
being a gentleman tonight. I’m showing you that you are more
than just sex to me.”

“You’ve
shown me that already,” she gripes and then demands, “I
want sex… tonight!”

“Are you
pouting?” I ask with a low laugh, very much enjoying her
spectacle and God help me, getting turned on that she’s not
happy I’m leaving.

I didn’t think
it’s possible but her lower lip sticks out even further.

“No!”
she insists, and then actually stomps her foot in frustration.

I smirk down at her.
“Did you just stomp your foot?”

“I’m a
grown woman,” she snaps at me as she stomps her foot again. “I
would never do something as childish as that.”

Bringing my hands up
from her waist, I clasp them firmly to the sides of her head and
roughly press my lips to hers. She opens up to me immediately, and
although it’s going to be torture to have to stop this
eventually, I go ahead and slip my tongue in.

Oh, fuck that feels
good.

I kiss her deeper,
sucking up the groan that bubbles up from her throat. I want her so
fucking bad right now, but I can’t… not tonight.

Making it one of the
hardest things I’ve ever had to do in recent memory, I pull my
lips away from her. Pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, I tell her
earnestly. “Tell you what… how about I tuck you into
bed?”

She loses that
dazed, lustful look and triumph flashes in her eyes, making what I’m
about to say absolutely painful… for both of us. “I will
not be fucking you though.”

Her look goes from
victorious to pouting again, and I want to pull that lower lip in
between my teeth and suck on it hard. I’m weak when it comes to
her, but I’m resolved… I’m not taking her tonight.

Nope. Not going to
do it.

But I will give her
something.

“However, I
could be persuaded to peel those panties off you. I mean… if
it’s really that big of a deal to you,” I offer with a
gallant smile.

She is absolutely
fucking hilarious. She jumps up and down, clapping her hands like a
kid at a circus. “Yes, please. Panties
and
bra. Tuck me
in, tuck me in!”

I burst into
laughter, letting the pull of sweet humor help to quash some of the
boiling desire raging through me. It says something important that
Matt Connover can find pleasure in playful banter… even as a
substitute for sex.

I scoop her up in my
arms, still laughing, and walk her through the apartment toward her
bedroom. I vaguely notice Macy sitting on the couch watching TV, but
then I’m tossing Mac down on her bed.

Following right
behind her, I kneel on the mattress and undress her quickly. She
helps as best she can but she ends up getting in the way more than
anything, so I gently slap her hands out of the way while I finish my
task.

When I’m done,
I move off the bed and stand at the end, looking at her. She’s
lying before me in white lace, and I love the purity of it against
the skin of a woman who makes me think the impurest of thoughts.

A woman who does
equally impure things to me.

Mac slides a leg off
the bed and runs it up the inside mine. I was already at half-mast
just from undressing her, but when her foot rubs over my cock, it
swells to full length and I hiss through my teeth in pleasure. I grab
her foot and pull it away from me, lowering it to the bed, giving her
a chastising look.

“Matt…
please don’t leave me like this,” she begs. “I’m
dying here.”

Fuck…
fuck, fuck, fuck. That is so fucking sexy.

Hunger for Mac rages
through me, my mind almost completely blanking on everything other
than the driving need to slam my way inside of her.

I take a deep breath
and let it out, attempting to soothe my boiling blood. “I’d
never leave you wanting, McKayla,” I tell her earnestly.

Kneeling on the end
of the bed, I crawl in between her legs. Reaching out, I finger the
edges of her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them to
the floor. I put my fingertips in the center of her chest, feeling
the erratic rise and fall of her breathing and the pounding of her
heart.

Dragging my fingers
down, I run them over her stomach, right over her pubic bone, and
straight down the center of her pussy. Warm wetness greets me and Mac
arches her back off the bed, making it very easy for me to slide my
index finger inside of her.

I push it in, all
the way up to my third knuckle while pressing my thumb down on her
pelvis.

She cries out like
it’s the most amazing feeling in the world to her, and that
fascinates me. I watch her face, the way her eyes are closed, her
tongue licking at her lips, and the rosy flush on her chest. When her
eyes open, she meets my gaze, and we share a mutual understanding in
that moment… that it will always feel this amazing between us.

“Watch, Mac,”
I command her and nod down to where my hand has just been sitting
quietly between her legs. I start to move… in and out of her.
I slip another finger inside and pump slowly, sometimes pulling out
and rubbing in circular motions around her wet clit. I finger fuck
her good, going faster as her breathing gets faster, groaning when
she groans, because it is so fucking sexy watching myself drive her
crazy just with my hand.

“You like
this, Mac?”

She moans low in
response.

“Like it when
I fuck you with just my fingers?”

Her head shakes back
and forth but another lustful moans comes out, and I smile in
response.

When I sneak a
glance back up at Mac, her eyes are tightly closed, but I’m not
surprised. It’s hard to keep focus when you’re inundated
with ecstasy.

Pressing two fingers
back inside of her, I arch my thumb over and push it down hard
against her clit and with just a quick, circular motion, she
shatters. Her muscles clench hard onto my fingers, sucking me in a
little deeper, and spasms wrack her entire body. My own cock leaps
and pulses almost in sync with the tremors I feel rumbling against my
hand, and a wave of sexual frustration courses through me.

Oh, my God… I
want her so bad I’m actually in physical pain. It would be so
easy to pull my dick out and ease it inside of her. She wouldn’t
say no.

But… that’s
all there is tonight. I want her to see that she is more to me than
just getting my rocks off.

As I pull my fingers
out of Mac, her eyelids flutter open and she looks at me in sleepy
satisfaction. Standing up from the bed, I walk to the side and lean
over her, pulling the opposite side of the comforter across her body,
tucking her in. Her eyes are closed and she’s drifting off as I
say, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,”
she says softly, and then she’s out.

“Are you
close?” I whisper in Mac’s ear, flexing my hips hard so I
go in deeper. I’m lying fully on top of her, one of her legs
wrapped around my waist, the other is hiked up high by my own arm
holding her in place. This position is letting me go deep… I
mean, really deep.

Our Friday night
date commenced twenty minutes ago and I’m on the verge of
blowing already, because this has been way too fucking long in the
making. God, it’s been forever since we fucked.

She nods in
response, pressing her face into my shoulder. She licks me, and my
balls start to tighten.

“So close,”
she murmurs.

I continue to pump
inside of her, and I can feel my orgasm starting to ignite. “Me
too. I want us to come together.”

“Yes.
Together.”

I lift my torso off
her a tiny bit so I can snake my hand in between our bodies and pinch
her clit. She gasps, bucks, and then I start rubbing it. It takes
only two strokes and she is fracturing apart underneath of me. She
calls my name out… screams it actually, and that causes my
orgasm to rip loose.

It tears, shreds,
and pulverizes me, and it feels so fucking good.

I come inside of
her, over and over again, and murmur her name, “Mac, Mac, Mac,”
until I’m dry, empty, and completely wrecked.

Collapsing on top of
her, I suck in lungfuls of oxygen and try to get my heart rate down.
Reluctantly, I roll off so I don’t crush her with the utter
lethargy I feel right now after that bone-charring climax. It’s
been so fucking long since I’ve been balls’ deep inside
of Mac and that right there may have just been the best orgasm of my
life.

We fucked slow and
deliberately, and it was the perfect start to our Friday night date.

Not how I imagined
our date beginning, but now I can honestly say… perfect start!

I have to wonder was
that orgasm so nuclear because it had been so long, or was it because
my feelings for Mac have intensified? I guess I’ll know as soon
as I fuck her again, which give me another twenty minutes… and
I’ll have my answer.