Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel (31 page)

Her enthusiasm was
infectious and although I was never the type that would go for a
walk, much less even take a break, I stood up to join her.

“You’ve
never done this before, have you?” she asked, her head cocked
to the side.

“What?”

“Go for a
short walk midday. Taken a moment just for yourself.”

“I guess not.
It feels kind of wicked.”

She laughed at me…
husky and warm and it was all for me. “I haven’t even
begun to show you the ways you can be wicked during a workday.”

My hand snaked out
and grabbed her, pulling her into my body. I gripped the back of her
head and brought my face closer to hers. Softly, I ran my lips over
hers, back and forth and she sighed gratefully.

Pulling back
slightly, I murmured, “Are you ready to get fucked tonight?”

As expected, because
I went from sweet to sensual in a heartbeat, she jerked in my arms
and moaned softly.

“I’ll
take that as a yes,” I said triumphantly.

Just as I was about
to lean in and kiss her again, my office door opened up and Mac
jumped away from me as if I had zapped her with electricity. My
partner, Bill Crown, stood in the doorway, looking back and forth
between us in surprise.

Then he grinned and
said, “I knew there was something going on between you.”

Turns out, Bill is
pretty perceptive, and when I talked to him later, he said it might
have been more wishful thinking than anything, but he had sensed
something. Bill watched me go through my divorce with Marissa. He
watched me shut down afterward, and he’s watched me fuck my way
through the city. So, he told me that when he saw me standing there,
my arms around Mac and happiness in my eyes, he was in full support
of my relationship with her. He is genuinely happy for me, but he
warned us to be careful. This was still not a very kosher
relationship as it related to our employer-employee status.

“So…
what else did he say?” Mac asks again, breaking into my
thoughts.

Shrugging my
shoulders, I say, “Not much. Just happy for me and warned me
again to be careful. He watched me go through that shit with Marissa.
I think he had given up on me ever having a relationship again.”

Mac slides her arm
around my waist and squeezes me. “He’s right… we
do need to be more careful. You can’t go kissing me all
willy-nilly in the office.”

I chuckle and push
her on her back, rolling on top of her. Supporting myself on my
elbows, I hover over her face. “Who in the fuck says
“willy-nilly”? What are you, like seventy or something?”

Glaring at me, she
pushes at my chest futilely, but I don’t budge. “I’m
serious… no more kissing. Or groping for that matter. Not in
the office.”

I grin at her
evilly. “I’ll just have to make sure the door is locked
the next time.”

“Not funny,
Matt. You need to take this seriously.”

“The only
thing I take seriously,” I tell her with wicked glint in my
eyes and a push of my hips so my hardening dick rubs up against her
just right, “is getting back inside of you again.”

“But—”
she starts to say, so I give her a swift kiss to cut her off.

Lifting my mouth
from hers, I grind against her again. “Less talking, Mac. More
fucking, okay?”

Her hips push back
against me and she breathlessly says, “Okay.”

That’s my
girl.

Yup. Sex with Mac is
different. After I dove back in the second time, came with such
exquisite, mind-blowing pleasure, I knew that, in fact, it was better
because the nature of our relationship had changed.

I really didn’t
think sex with Mac could get any better, but there you have it. I’m
a labeled idiot for thinking otherwise.

Flipping the pieces
of bacon I have sizzling on the griddle, I think about last night. I
was inside of Mac from practically sundown to sunup. If it wasn’t
my cock, it was my fingers or my tongue, and I couldn’t get
enough.

Even thinking about
her, right now, lust swirls inside of me and I feel a stirring deep
in my groin. My dick should be broken… out of commission after
last night, but nope… it still wants to play.

With Mac.

“Something
smells good,” I hear from behind me, and I turn to face her.

My breath catches as
the early morning sunlight hits her from behind, making a halo-like
glow around head. Her hair is all tangled and her lips are still
swollen because of all the kissing and sucking we were doing to each
other. She put on my white t-shirt I discarded last night and I’m
not sure if it’s the fact that she’s wearing my clothes
or the hard nipples poking against it, but the stirring that was in
my groin earlier becomes positively maelstrom.

I reach a hand out
and idly turn off the griddle. Licking my lower lip, because I’m
hungry… and not for breakfast, I walk toward Mac. I’m
not sure what she sees on my face, but her eyes go dark and her
breath gets shallow as I get nearer.

Bending down, I put
my hands under her ass to lift her up.

“Christ,”
I mutter when my fingertips touch her pussy and find it slick with
desire for me. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

She smiles at me
sensually and pushes her fingers through my hair before wrapping them
around my neck. “Nope.”

“Good girl,”
I tell her as I set her on the countertop, right beside the carton of
eggs I pulled out of the refrigerator earlier. Grabbing her behind
her knees, I pull her to the edge so that her ass is barely sitting
on the counter and step in close. My erection is pushing painfully
hard against my jeans I threw back on this morning when I got out of
bed.

I lean in and nip at
her lips, which causes her mouth to open. I then kiss her hotly,
groaning when her tongue meets mine with equal force. How in the fuck
can I get this hot and turned on by her so quickly? It’s beyond
any reasoning, but I don’t stop to analyze it.

Whipping her shirt
off, I bend down and kiss her chest right between her breasts. Moving
my head side to side, I lick a wet line over to one nipple, circle it
a few times with my tongue, and then head over to the other one to
pay it equal homage.

My hand goes between
her legs, swiping my fingertips through her folds.

“So wet. Can’t
wait,” I murmur against her lips.

I quickly undo my
jeans and push them down just far enough to pull my cock out and move
my balls clear of my zipper. I’m so consumed by burning need
that I merely guide myself to her entrance and slam home with one
hard push.

Mac cries out in
pleasure and moans, her breath rushing out hot across her lips. I
start thrusting in and out of her, over and over again, fueled by a
raging need to make her come… make me come. I’m not
gentle and luckily, Mac can take it, so I fuck her hard… I
mean, really hard.

“I love the
way you feel inside me,” she stutters through the pounding I’m
giving her body.

Fuck, that is sexy
hot, her trying to talk but barely able to because of how ruthlessly
I’m driving into her. It makes my hips move at a frenzied pace,
ferociously racing to get us both off. I lurch and heave inside of
her, fucking her almost in savage desperation, my ass cheeks
clenching hard on each deep thrust inward.

“Do you like
the way I fuck you?” I grunt from the exertion. Placing my
teeth over the tender skin just between her neck and shoulder, I bite
down.

Mac jerks against
me, moans super loud, and stammers, “Y-e-e-e-s.”

“Do you want
it harder?” I ask as I lick over my bite mark.

“God, yes.”

Rearing up, I pull
her hips all the way off the edge of the counter and place my palm on
her chest, pushing her down so she lies flat.

Gripping her ass
cheeks, I pull out and slam in so hard that I swear the end of my
cock hits something inside of her. Mac just moans in ecstasy and
says, “Harder,” and that fuels me on more. I shove and
slam myself into her, over and over again, grunting and cursing
because it feels so fucking good. I hurtle toward the most
transcendent orgasm I think I may ever experience, feeling Mac
tighten up all around me, her inner muscles clamping hard on my dick.

She starts shaking
as she climaxes and tears are leaking from her eyes as she calls out,
“Yes.”

It’s enough…
it’s what I was waiting for. Watching Mac come is the sexiest,
most blistering thing in the world, and I jet violently inside of
her, my hips heaving uncontrollably as I groan out my release.

Oh, God. Oh,
fuck. That about killed me.

I practically
collapse on top of Mac, gasping for breath and leaning my head on the
bottom of her chest, which is rising and falling with her own labored
breathing.

“That was
insane,” she says as she brings her hands up to slip her
fingers through my hair. She rubs my scalp soothingly and I sigh,
nuzzling in between her breasts.

“We’re
completely depraved,” I say, pushing my head harder against her
fingers. “I thought I might break you there for a minute.”

She laughs in
amusement. “It felt so good. You have complete permission to
hammer at me that way any time you want.”

Eventually, I’m
able to get strength back in my legs and I push myself off Mac,
tucking my dick… which I think right now may definitely be
broken after that round… back in my jeans.

I start to reach a
hand out to help her off the counter when her phone starts ringing.
She had set it on the kitchen counter last night along with her
purse. My eyes stray over to it, and I can clearly see the Caller ID
says “Cal Carson”.

Mac leans over and
slaps at the phone, sending the call through to voice mail. She turns
to look back at me, and there is a tinge of guilt on her face.

“Why is Cal
calling you?” I hope my voice is calm, because if it comes out
sounding like the anger flowing through me… well, that won’t
be conducive to a good talk.

“We’re
friends, Matt. Just friends.”

“I don’t
like it,” I tell her honestly.

I really fucking
hate it.

“You don’t
have to like my friends,” she says quietly, her eyes dropping
down to her hands, which are resting in her lap.

“You can be
friends with him, even knowing what he did to me?” I accuse,
and her gaze snaps back up to me. “I mean… you do know
the sordid details, right? You know his friendship has no loyalty,
don’t you? And that’s the type of friend you want?”

Mac stares at me in
sympathy. Yes, she does understand how this makes me feel. I can see
it on her face.

I hate to do this,
but I really don’t think I can handle Cal being closely
involved in my life again. And if he is friends with Mac, and she is
mine, then that puts him too close in my book. “Mac… I
don’t know if I can do this with you if Cal is a part of your
life.”

Mac’s eyes
warm further. She grabs my t-shirt and pulls it back over her head,
threading her arms through before hopping off the counter. Taking
both of my hands in hers, she grazes her thumbs over my skin, no
doubt in an effort to calm me.

“Matt…
if you want me to choose, then I choose you. Always. But before you
ask me to do that, will you at least hear me out?”

Instant relief
filters through me. She said words that apparently I needed to
hear—if evidenced by the physical reaction of appeasement my
body just acknowledged. I pull her in close to me and wrap my arms
tightly around her back.

I pin her flush
against me, caging her in… not willing to let her go.

“Will you?”
Mac inquires. “Just listen to me… for five minutes…
and then you can ask me to choose if you want.”

Pulling back, I look
down at her with a grimace, because I fucking sure as shit don’t
want to hear a damn thing about Cal Carson. But I also know that
she’s only asking me to listen, and she’s still offered
me what I want… to cut Cal loose, so I go ahead and nod my
assent.

The sooner I can
listen to her nonsense, the sooner we can put this issue to rest for
good. Because I know in my stubborn heart of hearts, she’ll
never be able to say anything to ever convince me that Cal deserves a
second chance with me.

Mac leads me into
the living room and pushes me down on the couch. She doesn’t
hesitate… crawls right on my lap, spreading her legs to
straddle me. My hands immediately come up to grab onto her waist. I
move them to her back and inch my fingers under the edge of her
t-shirt.

She puts her hands
on my shoulders and takes a deep breath, letting it out in a quick
rush. She closes her eyes to orient herself, and I use the
opportunity to slide one hand back over her hip, right over the top
of her thigh.

“Okay,”
she says firmly, “here’s the thing about Cal—”

I sink a finger
inside of her pussy, which is still dripping wet from when I just
came inside of her minutes ago. She whimpers and closes her eyes,
letting her head fall back. I pull my finger out and push it back in,
my eyes now pinned between her legs.

Suddenly, Mac reels
back and pushes off my lap, dislodging my hand from between her legs.
“You promised you’d listen to me.”

I just smirk at her
and shrug my shoulders. “Sorry. You can’t sit your bare
ass on my lap and not expect that to happen.”

I want to bust out
laughing when she glares at me, but I keep it in check. Leaning back
on the couch, I stretch my legs out, resting them just under the
coffee table. Mac gives a pained sigh as she sits down on the edge of
the table facing me, placing one of her legs on either side of mine.
Of course, this spreads her legs just enough that my eyes get
helplessly drawn back down to where I was just fingering her.

She gives a growl of
protest, and my eyes travel back upward. Her gaze is hot with
annoyance at me.