Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel (32 page)

“Sorry, babe…
you can’t expect me to pay attention when you’re flashing
that at me. You’ve got five seconds to get some underwear on,
or I’m going to throw you on the floor and fuck the shit out of
you.”

Mac’s body
trembles in response, and I almost leap forward to do just that…
throw her down and fuck her hard again. But she ends up popping up
from the table and running back to my bedroom.

Leaning my head
back, I close my eyes and sigh. This woman is driving me nuts. I
thought I was horny for her before, but now… my level of
insatiability is hovering near the stratosphere. What if I end up
just sinking into nothing but a pool of desire and lust for her that
prevents me from ever having another rational thought or moment
again?

When Mac comes back,
she steps over my legs again and takes a seat on the opposite end of
the couch from me, tucking her legs up under her and pulling my
t-shirt over her knees.

Smart girl to sit on
the other end, because truly… the underwear won’t stop
my urges.

Turning to face her,
I rest an arm on the back of the couch. “Okay… spill
it.”

She takes another
deep breath and begins. “Okay… I have the floor. Just
listen. Cal feels horrible about what happened.”

Can’t help it.
I interrupt with a sneer. “Good. He should.”

“Hey! You said
you’d listen, so shut it. Like I said… his guilt is
crushing him. He’s hurting right now.”

“Am I supposed
to feel sorry for him?” I ask incredulously and extremely
pissed that she’d even care about his feelings.

I wait for Mac to
give me some monumental argument about why I should give him a
chance, but she just shakes her head and says quietly, “He must
have been a really great friend.”

“Why do you
say that?”

“Because…
I know you wouldn’t be hurting this bad if he had not been so
dear to you.”

Yeah…
that’s not going to work on me.
“Save it, Freud. You
think I don’t know this already?”

“Matt, do you
even know what happened between Cal and your ex-wife?”

“I know all I
need to,” I grit out. “She was married to me… he
fucked her. What more is there?”

“You’re
not interested in the details?” Again, her voice is soft…
complaisant.

What the fuck?

Now I’m
getting super irritated.
“Why would I be? I don’t
get where you’re going with all of this.”

“I’m
just curious if there is room in your heart to forgive him. I’m
not saying you have to ever be friends again, but forgiveness goes a
long way toward having a peaceful heart.”

Her words bounce
right off me. I don’t answer her right away, because I want her
to think that I might actually give her asinine idea some
consideration. But then I break the sad, sad news to her. “I’m
sorry, Mac. I just don’t have it in me. I’ve worked
really hard to put it behind me and move on. Please don’t ask
me to do more than that.”

She gives me a
melancholy smile and nods her head in understanding. I start to feel
the tension leave my shoulders.

“What do you
want me to do?” she asks.

It sort of bothers
me that she has to ask. I still don’t understand why we are
even having this conversation, and it doesn’t set well with me
that she would even ask me to listen to this shit.

Leaning toward her,
I harden my gaze. “I want you to promise me you’ll end
your friendship with Cal and have no further contact with him.”

She doesn’t
even hesitate at my request. She pushes to her knees and crawls
across the couch to me, right back onto my lap. My arms go around her
waist, and I pull her in so her cheek lays on my chest.

“Okay…
I’ll do that for you,” she whispers, and the sour acid
that had been swirling in my stomach calms.

I press my lips into
her hair, giving her a light kiss. “Thank you.”

Seemingly back on
track, I stand up from the couch, taking Mac with me. Her legs wrap
around my waist and she lays her head on my shoulder as I carry her
back into the kitchen.

I set her down on
one of my barstools and start to cook breakfast again. She chatters
away at me, telling me a funny story about Lorraine, but I’m
only half listening. I’m kind of bugged about this Cal
conversation. I know she said she would cut ties with him, but
something just doesn’t feel right about this.

I’m not sure
if it’s unease that perhaps Cal will sink his claws into Mac…
take something away from me again? Or maybe I’m a little pissed
at Mac that she could even want to be friends with someone that hurt
me so deeply?

Then there’s
the part of me that is now curious, no thanks to Mac’s quick
words moments ago. She asked me if I really knew what happened
between Cal and Marissa.

And, of course, I
didn’t.

But here is what I
did know.

My wife had been
fucking around on me, and I had proof. I intended to divorce her and
use said proof to cut her free from my life. Cal then fucked my wife.
I know this because he told me as much, but that’s all he told
me.

That’s all I
let him tell me before I beat the snot out of him.

Now, Mac is implying
there’s more to the story, and that is rubbing my nerves raw.
Is it possible that there is something I don’t know that would
cause me to change my mind about Cal?

I snort to myself
because that’s just preposterous. That’s nothing more
than Mac having a soft heart and Cal probably making himself out to
be like a wounded bird or something that needs cared for.

No matter. I’m
pushing all of this aside, and I refuse to think about it again. Mac
said she wouldn’t be friends with Cal, and I accept that.

I don’t
necessarily trust in it, but then again, no matter how fucking good
things are with Mac, I just don’t ever see trust becoming part
of the equation. I know I’ve opened up in amazing ways the last
few days, but I don’t see me ever offering up that part of me
again.

The next time I have
the stupid idea to take Mac and Macy out together, someone please
just shoot me.

I was just trying to
be a good boyfriend… take my girl out and relax with a few
drinks because she had her first solo hearing today and won it. I’d
never tell Mac this, but it really wasn’t much of a fight, and
the other side didn’t even show up, so it was sort of a
slam-dunk. But she was really, really stoked to have handled it all
on her own, and I felt the need to celebrate with her.

I think my mistake
was in asking her if she wanted to invite Macy. I’ve met Macy
before and I know that this woman is capable of just about anything.
Yet, I still made the suggestion all the same.

Not ten seconds
after we grabbed a table at The Bar, Macy was ordering some vile
concoction called a Slippery Nipple, along with vodka tonics for her
and Mac. They pounded through three of each in the first hour while I
sipped on one glass of scotch. Also within that first hour, Macy hit
on a married man… while his wife was sitting right next to
him, and tried to convince Mac to start up an impromptu wet t-shirt
contest, which I promptly shut down.

Now I’m trying
to keep my focus on babysitting the two of them so that they don’t
get arrested. Or worse yet, get me arrested.

It’s been a
hell of a week. As I watch Mac and Macy playing a game of darts with
the same local dudes I had played with week before last, I take
another sip of my drink and try to let some of the tension go.

The real pisser this
week was that I got a bad jury verdict in a horrific wrongful death
case, all because I had the biggest jackass of a judge who fucked up
my jury instructions. When the jury came back with a verdict of no
negligence, I watched as my clients’ faces crumbled. Looking
over at the jury, not one of them would meet my eye, and it’s a
shame too. I wanted to flip them the bird.

It took every bit of
professionalism I could muster not to ream the judge, but I didn’t
feel like having to deal with Bill or Mac needing to bail my ass out
of jail. Instead, I gave oral notice I’d be filing an appeal
and stormed out of the courthouse.

I’m not sure
who told Mac that I was back from court—probably Bea, our
receptionist—but not five seconds after I had slammed the door
to my office, Mac was slipping inside. Not two seconds after that,
Bill came in.

“What
happened?” Mac asked me, wringing her hands together as I paced
back and forth.

Spinning on her, I
snapped. “What do you think happened? I fucking lost the case.”

“It’s
not a big deal,” Bill said quickly. “We didn’t even
have that much money invested in it.”

I almost punched
Bill for those words. Turning on him in fury, I said, “It’s
not about the fucking money, you jackass. My clients’ lives are
screwed up. The judge totally fucked us on the jury instructions.”

Mac then stepped
toward me, putting a calming hand on my arm. “Is there any
appealable error?”

I took in a deep
breath and let it blow out, trying to release some of my tension so I
didn’t take my anger out on her.

Picking her hand up
and bringing it to my lips for a light kiss, I smiled at her. “Yes.
There are several errors for appeal. I’ll have you help me get
the Notice filed.” As an afterthought, I glanced at my partner.
“I’m sorry I yelled, Bill.”

Chuckling, Bill
turned away and headed for the door. “No worries. And I think
Mac is better equipped to deal with your snarly ass than I am.”

I dropped Mac’s
hand and took off my jacket, absently tossing it on a chair. Walking
toward my desk, I deftly undid my cuff links, pocketed them and
rolled my sleeves up, mentally putting together what I’d need
to get started on the appeal for this case.

Motherfucking
jackass prick judge.

I heard Mac close
the door, and then I clearly heard the
snick
of it locking.
Turning my head, I saw Mac leaning back against it with a devilish
smile.

“What are you
doing?” I asked curiously, because I was thinking it had
something to do with kissing since she locked the door. That was
definitely something I was down with… a little make-out
session before I got back to work.

Mac pushed away from
the door and walked toward me. Her hands came up and started working
at the buttons on her shirt. My mouth dropped open, and I was
helpless to look away as she removed the yellow silk blouse and let
it drop to the floor. My eyes roved over the perfect swell of her
breasts pushing up from a white lace, demi-cup bra.

Mac and her pure,
white lace.

Fucking hot!

As she stepped
around my desk, she murmured provocatively. “I’m getting
ready to make all your fantasies come true.”

I turned my chair to
the right and looked up at her breasts, gripping onto the armrests of
my chair tightly to resist the urge to cup them in my hands. “What
do you mean?”

She leaned over me
and whispered. “I’m getting ready to give you a five-star
blow job.”

Oh, fuck! I leaned
my head back against my chair and closed my eyes, telling my cock to
stay down.

But it was too late…
that bad boy had leapt to attention the minute it realized Mac was
going to wrap her lips around it.

“I don’t
need that,” I said lamely, but God, did I fucking want it.

Her voice was soft
with laughter as she dropped to her knees in front of me. “Baby…
I’ve never seen anyone in more need of a blow job than you
right now.” She took my belt off and slowly unzipped my pants,
dragging her knuckles over my erection as she moved down.

“Fuck,”
I hissed through my teeth. “You’re killing me here.”

She pulled my pants
and boxers down, and my hips raised up to help her out with her task.
She took me in her warm hand and just squeezed me as she ran her
thumb around the head of my cock.

A groan ripped out
of my throat and my hips jerked.

“Shhh,”
she whispered with a smirk and as a warning for me to be quiet, even
as her hand started stroking me. She knew damn well it was going to
be next to impossible for me to keep my mouth shut with her jerking
me off like that. My hips surged up, forcing my dick through the
friction of her hold.

Trying to remember
Bill’s admonishment that we keep this shit out of the office, I
asked, “What if someone calls me?”

“Answer the
phone,” she said as if it were the simplest answer in the
world. Yes, I could just see me answering the phone with my cock down
her throat. No telling what I’d say to the person on the other
line.

Mac leaned forward
and with that amazingly wet and pink tongue, licked the underside of
my cock from the base to the tip, causing me to grunt. It’s how
she always got started on me, and I knew better stuff was still to
come.

No pun intended, of
course.

She licked me again,
and I could barely get the words out. “What if someone knocks
on the door?”

“Tell them to
go away.” Then she took me all the way in, straight to the back
of her throat, where I swear I bumped her tonsils. She gave an
appreciative moan, moving her tongue side to side against the
underside of my cock, and I started to tremble.

“What if—?”
I started to say, but she pulled her mouth away from me and that got
my attention fast.

“Baby…
shut up and enjoy this,” she said in exasperation as she glared
up at me. She was beyond glorious, her eyes sexy and her lips shiny,
my wet cock standing at attention in front of her face.

I grinned down at
her and just let my head fall back against my chair, closing my eyes.
She took me back in her mouth and then I was just lost as she moved
up and down my length.

I think I’ve
said it before… Mac gives a fucking stellar blow job. I’d
still rather be balls deep inside of her pussy any day of the week,
but damn… having her go down on me in the middle of the day,
in my office? I just hoped I didn’t shout the roof down when I
came.