Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel (36 page)

“Why don’t
you set the table? This will be done soon.”

Turning away, I open
the cupboard. “Sure. Will Macy be joining us?”

“She’s
got a date, and by date, I mean she has a one-night stand.”

“I thought I
used that service a lot, but Macy takes the cake,” I say with a
laugh, hoping it doesn’t sound as hollow as it feels.

Because I just had a
little zap of longing that coursed through me when Mac referenced
Macy having a one-night stand. Ever since Marissa came over on
Saturday and told me all that shit about how she felt… about
how she was pissed at me, making me feel as if I did something wrong…
well, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things.

After I fucked Mac
on my kitchen floor, then took her back to my bedroom and fucked her
twice more, I left her passed out on my bed in an orgasm coma. I went
into my home office and booted up my computer, went straight to my
bookmarks menu and pulled up my
One Night Only
wish list.

Scrolling through
profile after profile, I looked at each woman presented to me with
dispassion and only vague interest. Not one of them could ever
compare to Mac. But that’s not why I was looking. I was looking
because ever since Marissa walked out of my apartment with Gabe, I
had started longing for simpler times in my life. Such as when I was
a one-night stand kind of man, with no strings, no connections, and
no feelings other than the euphoria that comes with busting a good
nut.

Those simpler times
were simple because they were black and white. There was no guessing…
no worry that some action I take today may cause me pain tomorrow. I
didn’t have to look out for anyone but Gabe and myself.

It was just…
simple.

Of course, I never
did anything other than look at the ONO profiles because while I
longed for the simpler times, I certainly didn’t long for
anyone other than Mac. My feelings may be a hundred ways fucked right
now, but the one thing that has not changed is my desire for her. I
still lust after her with a vengeance. She can’t be within my
proximity for ten seconds before my mind is already calculating on
how to fuck her, and if I can’t fuck her, how I can at least
touch her in some way.

In fact, since
Saturday, it’s like my sexual appetite for her has increased
tenfold. After I closed out the ONO profile, I went back to the room,
woke her up, and fucked her doggie style. Then I went down on her,
made her come twice more, and by then I was hard enough for her to
ride me to a blistering eruption.

Sunday, I didn’t
let her out of my bed. If I couldn’t spend time with my son,
I’d spend it fucking away the pain and anger. I’d like to
say Mac never complained once, but by Sunday mid-afternoon, she asked
for a hiatus. She told me she was sore and needed to get home to do
laundry. I had a tiny frisson of guilt course through me, but I
didn’t ask her to stay. I could have. I could have asked her to
stay and we could have curled on the couch and watch an old movie,
but I had absolutely no desire to do that.

What does it say
about me that my only interest in Mac, at that point, was just in
fucking her?

I think it says a
lot.

Now granted, things
were a little brighter on Monday at work. I had a good night’s
sleep, I put Marissa out of my mind, and I was looking forward to
having Gabe for the upcoming weekend. Weirdly, I didn’t mention
it or discuss the potential plans with Mac. I’m not sure if
she’s going to come with us or not. I’m not sure if I’m
extending another invite to her, or if she just assumes there is one.
It’s all messed up in my head now… what level of
involvement I want her to have with Gabe… because frankly, he
has enough crazy stuff between his own parents going on that I don’t
want to add additional confusion onto his young shoulders.

But outside of my
hesitation on including Mac in my plans with Gabe, I actually was
looking forward to a nice dinner with her tonight, some conversation,
and obviously… at least an orgasm for each of us. I didn’t
feel so wired with tension and think maybe the worst of my wretched
feelings since the weekend have dissipated and things are returning
back to normal.

I set the two plates
on the table and start to rummage for silverware in her cutlery
drawer.

“Exactly how
often were you using it before you met me?” Mac asks curiously.

For a moment, I have
no clue what she’s talking about because I was so immersed in
the shit storm of memories from the weekend, but then it flashed to
me… she’s talking about my
One Night Only
dates.

Setting the last
fork down, I turn toward Mac, giving her a gentle smile. Grasping her
chin, I lean in and give her a sweet kiss. “I used it a lot,
Mac. But none of those one-night stands ever compared to you, and I
don’t miss it in the slightest.”

That is the fucking
truth. No one has ever compared to Mac. Except, okay… maybe a
tiny lie. I was missing the simplicity of it this weekend.

Mac smiles in relief
and kisses me back, hers not as sweet as mine. When my hands come up
to pull her closer to me, she finally breaks away and gives me a
chastising smirk. “It’s time to eat.”

“I know what I
want to eat,” I leer at her while waggling my eyebrows and
grabbing at her hips.

She slaps me away
with a snicker, and turns to pull the spaghetti off the stove.

We end up having an
awesome dinner. The talk is wonderful, because it’s light and
non-controversial. And by non-controversial, I mean we both steer far
away from any topic involving Gabe, Marissa, or the fucked-up
scenario that happened this weekend.

After dinner, Mac
insists she has some work to do as we walk into the living room.

“What could
you possibly have to do? I’m your boss… therefore I say
you shouldn’t be working tonight.” I tell her with a grin
and try to scoot closer to her on the couch.

She pushes me away,
and grabs something out of her briefcase to wave at me. “You
gave me this deposition transcript to review and summarize. It’s
due tomorrow.”

I roll my eyes. “You
can have an extension. I’d rather fuck you right now.”

“No,”
she says sternly. “I’m doing my work and no special
favors from the boss. You can fuck me later.”

I turn away and grab
the remote, acting miffed I’ve got to keep my hands to myself.
But I’m not. Truth be told, I’m glad Mac stuck to her
guns and didn’t take me up on my offer to give her an
extension. Shows me she’s dedicated to the job, and that
relieves me. It gives me some measure of peace that Mac understands
we still have an employer-employee relationship to observe.

I watch ESPN while
Mac works. Every once in a while, I’ll sneak a glance at her.
She’s diligently highlighting passages in the transcript,
sometimes chewing thoughtfully on the end of the yellow pen. She’s
so fucking beautiful that I’d gladly just stare at her rather
than the TV any day, but it would be too weird for me to just sit
here and watch her while she works, so I keep my gaze averted for the
most part.

Almost two hours
later, she throws the transcript on the table and yawns big. I don’t
waste a moment, practically leaping on her. “About damn time
you got done. I’ve been dying to fuck you.”

Mac giggles like a
schoolgirl and wraps her arms tight around my neck, putting her mouth
against mine and giving me a pornographic kiss that causes my balls
to tighten and my cock to swell to epic proportions.

“You could
have had me at any time,” she informs me, and I know that as
well. But I chose to let her work, knowing that the wait would make
it better.

Standing up from the
couch, I easily lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist. I make
it a very quick walk back to her bedroom. “I was trying to be a
gentleman… but I’m not feeling so gentlemanly now. Think
you can take it a little rough?”

“I can take
anything you’ve got,” she breathes out as I let her slide
down the front of my body. When she brushes down against my erection,
my hips jerk from the contact, and I slam my mouth down on hers,
groaning in pure satisfaction when her tongue touches mine.

Fucking heaven!

My hands go to the
hem of her shirt, and I pull it up in one fluid move. Just as it
clears Mac’s head, the song
Barracuda
starts ringing
from the phone in my back pocket.

My entire body goes
rigid with frustration and resentment.

“Fuck,”
I grit out as I pull away from Mac and grab my phone. Holding it to
my ear as I connect, I growl at Marissa, “What do you want?”

“I’ve
got a chance to take Gabe to Hershey Park this weekend, so I want to
switch weekends with you. You can take him to Coney Island weekend
after, okay?

My stomach knots up
painfully and I grip my cellphone so hard, I’m afraid I might
crush it. “Absolutely not. I won’t agree to it.”

“I’ve
already told him about it, Matt, and that he can bring a friend. He’s
dying to go. Here… I’ll put him on the phone.”

Fucking bitch!
Fucking whore of a bitch!

“Hi Daddy,”
Gabe says into the phone.

“Hey buddy,”
I say, cringing by the desperate quaver in my voice. I’m so
pissed at Marissa right now, I feel like breaking down and crying
like a baby. Taking a deep breath so Gabe doesn’t know I’m
upset, I ask, “So what do you want to do this weekend?”

“Mommy said
she would take me and Caleb to Hershey Park this weekend and they
have chocolate lamps, and she said we could go if you’d switch
weekends with her.”

I close my eyes,
because it pains me to know that Gabe can be bought so easily with
the promise of a little chocolate. But he’s a kid… I get
it, and fuck… if I was his age, I’d rather go to Hershey
Park with one of my friends than Coney Island.

“Okay, Gabe,”
I tell him softly.

“Thanks,
Daddy,” he says, but he’s already gone from the line.

“Sure…
I’ll see you soon,” I say into the dead space before
Marissa picks up.

“So, I’m
assuming you’ll let him go,” she says.

“You fucking
bitch,” I hiss into the phone. “Don’t ever pit him
against me like that again, or I will sue you for full custody.”

I jam the “End”
button on my screen and hang up on her. My pulse is slamming and my
skin itches. I have the insane need to punch my first through a wall
right now.

Mac puts her hand on
my arm, causing me to jerk in surprise. “What happened?”

There’s her
face again… awash in worry, just like Saturday night, and I
don’t feel like suffering her piteous stare. “Nothing.
Marissa’s taking Gabe to Hershey Park this weekend.”

“But it’s
your weekend. You were going to take him to Coney Island.”

I want to say,
No
shit, Dick Tracy
, but I don’t.

“Yeah…
doesn’t work that way with Marissa. Not when she bribes Gabe
and then puts him on the phone to tell me how much he wants to go. I
can’t say no to him, and she knows it.”

I’m vibrating
with the need to lash out and although all of my anger is directed at
Marissa, if I’m not careful, I’m going to hit Mac with it
hard. She knows this… I can tell by the wary look in her eye.
Yet she still steps into me, wrapping her arms around my waist and
putting her cheek to my chest. She moves her hands in circular
motions on my back, trying to soothe away my anger.

It’s not
working.

“Can you take
her to court or something to get her to stop doing this?” she
asks hesitantly.

I let a bark of a
bitter laugh out, because yeah… I could take Gabe away from
her in a nanosecond. At least get primary custody if I wanted.

But it’s not
what Gabe wants. He loves his mother as much as he loves me. Maybe
even more so, because she’s his primary caretaker. He spends
twice as much time with her and she soothes away his nightmares,
helps him with homework, cooks him most of his meals. He’s a
happy, well-adjusted kid and while I’m responsible for part of
that… it galls me to say, so is she.

I don’t answer
Mac’s question, because… well, because… it’s
none of her damn business, plus, I’m done thinking about shit
that I have no control over. So, I do what I do best, pulling Mac to
me and kissing her deeply. I go right past sweet and seductive,
blistering her lips with the message that I plan on being sunk in her
body all night long.

I pull back briefly,
just in case my kiss isn’t adequately conveying my message. “No
more talking, Mac. Just fucking, okay?”

She just nods at me
and within just a few more minutes of hot kisses and bold touching,
I’m pounding deep inside of her and all is right in my world
again.

***

I’m in my
office, neck deep in preparing for a major deposition I have
tomorrow, when a reminder pops up on my calendar.

Dinner, Mac.

Fuck, it’s
almost seven PM and I got completely lost in what I was doing. I
still have a few more hours of work to do, but I can pack this stuff
up and do it at Mac’s after we eat dinner.

Except… the
prospect of hanging out at Mac’s tonight doesn’t hold a
lot of appeal to me. She’s been pushing at me the last few
days, wanting to “talk,” because she senses what I
already know to be true. There is a bit of a divide between us…
ever since that shit with Marissa went down last weekend, capped off
by her call to me on Monday night.

I can’t help
it. I’ve been moody, territorial of my time and space, and in a
generally pissy mood. About the only thing that makes me feel better
is when I’m pounding away between Mac’s legs, and that
relief is only temporary. I’m searching desperately to find
that feeling I had for Mac… that feeling of joy and need and
desire born of genuine care for someone. I had that fucking feeling
just moments before Marissa knocked on my door Saturday and since
that time, it’s just fucking gone.