Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel (37 page)

The only thing left
is my lust for her, which is endless. If I could have Mac every day
to slake that lust, I’d die a happy man. But unfortunately, Mac
wants more than that. Fuck, even I know that Mac deserves more than
that. I’m just not sure I’m the guy to give it to her
anymore. I feel like I’ve been knocked off track, and I don’t
know how to get back on.

I don’t know
that I really want to get back on at this point. Simpler times
desired and all.

The icing on the
cake this week was when I introduced Kylie Wynn to the firm, and then
put Mac under her direct supervision. Kylie is an appellate attorney
I subcontracted with on a short-term basis to help me prepare the
Pearson
appeal for the trial I lost. All she does is appellate
work and while I’m just as qualified as she is, I have a full,
ongoing litigation caseload that can’t be neglected.

I introduced Kylie
to the firm on Tuesday, and then had a meeting with her and Mac in my
office. I’ve known Kylie for a few years through some mutual
colleagues, and I knew she was out of work recently so she seemed
perfect to help me out on this. I didn’t count on an instant
dislike between her and Mac though, and that’s just one more
thing on my plate to deal with.

Kylie is beautiful,
arrogant, and apparently, I’m thinking, horny. She’s not
so subtle with the moves she’s making on me, even laying them
down right in front of Mac. Some of the moves I’ve seen before…
touching my arm and bending over so I can see her cleavage. She
showed me a new one today while we were meeting in my office when she
uncrossed and recrossed her legs, causing her skirt to ride high
enough I could see the tops of her lace stockings and garter clips in
my peripheral vision.

To my credit, and
because Mac was sitting right there, I didn’t let my gaze
stray, even when she made a production of pulling her skirt down in
an attempt to tempt me. That didn’t stop Mac though, from
knocking over a glass of water right toward Kylie’s Ferragamo
briefcase that was sitting on the table, causing her to jump up and
hot foot a save on her two-thousand dollar piece of cowhide.

I wanted to laugh
out loud over that move, but I couldn’t. One, I didn’t
want Mac to know that I was aware of what was going on, and two, I
didn’t want Kylie to know there was anything between Mac and
me.

On top of that
little display of two dogs fighting over a bone, Kylie decided to
firmly assert her authority over Mac, and there wasn’t a damn
thing I could do about it. I hired Kylie to run with the
Pearson
appeal. I ordered Mac to assist her, because she would have been
assisting me on it if I’d had the time to devote.

So when Kylie said,
“McKayla, I’ll need you to make me one copy of the file
and also scan a copy, so I can have the digital version as well,”
I couldn’t do anything but nod at Mac that she was to do as
asked when she shot a questioning glance at me. It was insulting to
Mac… a task that should have been assigned to a secretary, but
I need Mac to understand that Kylie will be in charge on this case
for now.

And I’m
probably going to pay for that tonight.

Sighing in
resignation, I get up from my desk and pack up my briefcase. As I
walk down to Mac’s office, I’m struck with a
bone-crushing weariness of all the things that are fucked up in my
life. Mac wanting and needing more from me, Marissa continually
reinforcing my concrete walls, a shit pile of work to do tonight, a
catty female attorney coming on to me, and a beautiful female
attorney who is not liking said catty female attorney coming on to
me.

Suddenly, I want
nothing more than to go to my own home, drink a glass of scotch, and
sit in the dark quiet.

When I reach Mac’s
office, she greets me with a smile. “Hey. Any place special you
want to go for dinner tonight?”

Setting my briefcase
on the floor, I say apologetically, “Listen… I’m
really tired and still have a lot of work to do. Mind if I take a
rain check until tomorrow?”

Mac cocks her
eyebrow at me and crosses her arms over her chest. “That will
be the third straight night in a row you’ve asked for a rain
check.”

I blink in surprise
at her. Surely not.

But then I think
about this week… since I was at her apartment Monday night and
Marissa called to steal Gabe away from me this weekend. And she’s
absolutely right… last three nights I’ve begged off
spending time with her. I’ve used work as an excuse every
night, which, in fairness, is a legitimate excuse. I have had work to
do each night.

But even I know that
excuse has a loophole.

Because it’s
never stopped me before from spending part of the evening with Mac
and then part of the evening getting some work done. Sometimes it was
while I was lying in her bed after we had practically screwed each
other to death, but I still got my work done and managed to spend
time with her.

Suddenly, lust
floods through me as I realize I haven’t fucked Mac in three
freakin’ days. In avoiding intimacy with her, I’ve been
depriving myself of that one connection that makes everything all
right.

Sex.

Stepping up to her,
I pull her into my arms and lean down to kiss her neck. “I’m
sorry, baby,” I coo into her ear.

I move my lips to
her mouth, kissing her softly and then murmuring, “I’ve
been swamped with work. It’s just a rough time, and it happens
sometimes. We’ll get through it.”

I kiss her again,
deeper this time, and she melts into me. I’m not sure if she
just bought the horseshit I was feeding her but she kisses me back,
arms wrapping around my neck, her hips pressing against me. As
always… when Mac is in my arms, or hell, even when she’s
just standing near me, my dick starts pulsing with need.

“I’ve
missed you this week,” I groan into her mouth as she grinds
against my erection. That’s absolutely fucking true, because
even as I’ve tried to avoid her, I’ve missed her like
crazy.

“I’ve
missed you too,” she says softly and, if I’m not
mistaken… with a little bit of misery.

Reaching down, I
pull her skirt up, sliding my hand around the back of her thigh and
bringing it up between her legs from the backside. I brush my fingers
over the thin material covering her pussy, groaning again because
it’s damp. There’s no stopping my fingers when they
tunnel into her panties and sink deep inside of her.

Mac bucks against
me, moaning quietly because her office door is still wide open, and
that’s something I need to correct before we get busted.

Picking Mac up, she
wraps her legs around my waist, and I turn to her office door. “I
need you so bad,” I whisper against her lips.

I use my foot to
close her door and reach out to turn the lock, pressing her back
against it and pinning her there with my hips. “Tell me you
need me too,” I demand as I look in her eyes.

She brings a hand up
to my cheek and caresses me softly. Her eyes are tender and it causes
guilt to flush through me, but it does nothing to lessen my hard-on.
“I do need you.”

That’s all I
needed to hear. I reach down and undo my belt, button, and zipper. My
cock is freed, and Mac reaches down to assist by doing nothing more
than pulling her underwear to the side. We both look down, watching
as I feed her my length, pushing into her slowly but surely. When I’m
in to the hilt, my head falls to her shoulder, because I can’t
stand the look of what I think may be love in her eyes. It actually
hurts me to see it because I’m such an asshole that I don’t
deserve it from Mac.

I fuck her up
against the door for a few strokes, and realize that the door is
rattling too hard. So I move a few paces to the left, and fuck her
hard against the wall. We both come quietly but spectacularly, and
not long after I pull out of her, I take the rain check I asked for
and go home alone.

I feel like I might
be spiraling out of control with Mac. Every day that goes by, the
space between us gets wider. My desire for her physically hasn’t
diminished one iota. In fact, no matter how much I jack off every
night thinking about her, I feel like my balls are perpetually tinged
blue. Yet, it’s of my own making. I’ve repetitively come
up with excuse after excuse to keep my distance from her, because I’m
avoiding intimacy.

Not sexual intimacy…
Mac intimacy.

Because every moment
alone with her, whether we’re having sex, talking, or just
staring at each other… it’s always intimate. Apparently,
too intimate for me to handle. I know she has to be confused…
maybe even hurting. And yet, I don’t give her any reassurances
or change my behavior. She’s even stopped pushing to try to
talk, and I have to wonder if maybe she’s starting to give up
on this whole relationship idea too. While I have been proactively
distancing myself because I’m too chicken shit to open myself
all the way up, the thought of losing her cuts straight through my
heart. My rationale is fucked up at best, psychotic at worst, and I
don’t know how to fix this mess, so I keep running in place.

Getting up from my
desk, I head down to Kylie’s office because I need to go over a
few things with her. While I’m at it, I think I might need to
put some boundaries in place with her as it relates to Mac. The more
I thought about it, the more I really can’t let her treat Mac
like anything less than a woman with a law degree. She certainly
can’t treat her like a gopher.

I give two light
raps on her door with my knuckles and open it, not even bothering for
an invitation in. I’m the boss so no office is really closed to
me if I want entrance. I’m surprised when I see Kylie and Mac
sitting at her small, round conference table with the
Pearson
file spread out in front of them. I take just the briefest of moments
to rake my gaze over Mac. She’s eschewing a power suit today in
favor of a sleeveless, green linen dress and a pair of flat sandals
with some type of sparkly, crystal-like shit on them. Even in my
briefest of glances, I notice she changed the nail polish on her toes
to a light pink since Monday night, and I know this because I notice
everything about Mac. It was a cherry red just a few days ago.

My once-over of Mac
includes a brief, one-second stop at her eyes and while the
expression on her face doesn’t change, her eyes definitely
smile at me, causing my heart to pound and for a silly moment, the
insane urge to hug her runs through me. I don’t return her look
and turn to Kylie, who has now stood up from her desk and is urging
me to come in.

“Matt,”
she purrs. “What a lovely surprise.”

As if I’m
here to pay her a social visit.

I walk up to the
table to look down at the portion of the file that is in front of
Mac. I stand very close to the chair she’s sitting in, acting
like I’m interested in the
Pearson
case, when in fact, I
just want to stand next to Mac and maybe get a whiff of her hair. I
inhale deeply and almost sigh in pleasure over the fragrance of
pears, citrus, and maybe some type of flower, but it’s
distinctly Mac.

Kylie comes up to
stand on the other side of me, very close, and I’m so
overwhelmed with whatever powerful perfume that she’s bathed in
that it causes my nose to burn. She bumps her hip lightly, but
deliberately, against me as she bends over the table and pulls a
document from a pile.

“Here’s
the list of exhibits I think we’ll need for the record on
appeal,” she says as she hands it to me. It’s definitely
something I need to review, and I had come down to Kylie’s
office with the intention of going over her progress so far, but
seeing Mac in here has thrown me off my game a bit.

Suddenly, I can’t
stand another minute of Kylie’s nearness or her perfume. I want
to bury my nose in Mac’s hair and let it wash over me.

Taking the paper
from Kylie, I tell her, “Thanks. I’ll review this and get
back to you.”

Turning to Mac, I
say, “Can I see you in my office? I have a few things to go
over with you on the
Jackson
case.”

Her eyes shine
bright with relief, and I’m not sure if she’s just
seeking escape from Kylie or she just wants to be near me. “Sure
thing. Want to meet up later, Kylie?”

Kylie gives Mac a
tight smile, and I can see she’s not happy. Why, I’m not
quite sure, but I need to make sure I take some time today to put
some boundaries in place when it comes to how she manages Mac.

“Tomorrow
morning again—eight AM sharp. You’re in charge of coffee
next time. I like mine black,” Kylie says to Mac in a firm
tone.

Kylie turns her back
on Mac and sits back down at the table. I glance at Mac and she’s
rolling her eyes at Kylie, which makes me want to laugh. It’s
not funny… if Kylie is treating Mac like a servant versus a
colleague, but Mac has ways of taking care of herself. I’ve
seen that firsthand with how she handled Lorraine. Still, she’s
not happy with Kylie and I do have the power to get her to ease off,
so I definitely need to be having that private talk with Kylie
sooner, rather than later.

Still, it will have
to be later than now, because the longer I’m standing near Mac,
the crazier I’m getting with the need to be alone with her.

Mac leaves Kylie’s
office ahead of me and I follow her down to my office, watching the
way her long hair bounces and swings back and forth as she walks, and
of course, I check out her ass. It’s one of my favorite parts
on Mac, and I have the sudden urge to sink my teeth in her flesh just
to hear her scream and feel her squirm.

And, fuck…
starting to get hard thinking about it.

I follow Mac right
into my office and close the door behind me. Walking up to her, I
step into the back of her body and wrap my arms around her waist.
Putting my lips near her ear, I say, “I missed you last night.”