Legal Briefs (Lawyers in Love) (29 page)

I closed my eyes, arched my back, cried out, and writhed, my hips thrusting of their own volition, riding his hand, moving closer, climbing higher. The pressure was becoming so powerful, so acute that I didn’t know if I could stand much more. I could feel every inch of my body, but yet somehow, it also felt like everything was concentrated in that one place where his fingers stroked me.

And then it happened, like getting hit with lightning, a bolt of electricity coursed through me and my muscles clamped down hard. In the next second, I felt like I was falling, my stomach plummeting, my vision blurred and I let out a deep sob. My whole body was hit by tremors so hard I that shook. The tears rolled down my cheeks as more sobs followed.

Adam immediately pulled me into his arms, running his fingers through my hair, rubbing my back, telling me how much he loved me. It took a while for me to recover. I had never felt anything that intense, never let myself be that vulnerable and never let anyone care for me so sweetly.

Finally, after God knows how long, I collected myself. I leaned up and kissed him, sweeping my tongue into his mouth possessively, and then pulling back, biting his bottom lip gently and looking deeply into his eyes through my wet lashes.

“I’m sorry I got distracted,” I said in a shaky but sated voice.

“It’s okay. I would rather be inside you anyway. Now up on your knees because I want to suck on those gorgeous tits.”

I let out a sharp breath and felt the tingling start between my legs again as I rose up to my knees, still straddling him. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, bending his head to my breast and stroking one taut nipple with his tongue, as his stubble abraded my hyper-sensitized skin, sending shock waves and shivers through me. Then he took it into his mouth and started vigorously sucking. My palm slapped against the smooth, slick tile wall, as I tried to steady myself because my legs had begun shaking so hard. His thumb started circling my clit again and I began feeling heated, feeling chills, feeling everything, including an aching need to have him inside me. He knew my body more intimately than anyone else ever had, and he sensed it when I was nearing the verge of desperation.

“Turn around, lean over and grab the edge of the tub,” he instructed in a husky voice, letting go of my waist. I did as he asked and I felt the water stir as he got up on his knees behind me. He wrapped an arm around my waist again, leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Do you mind that we’re not facing each other?” I was surprised by how thoughtful and caring that question was.

“No, I know it’s you back there.” I felt him smile against my ear.

“Do you mind if we talk dirty?”

“Not at all.”

“Allow me to add then, that I’m going to pound this sweet pussy so hard you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow.”

“Good,” I said swallowing hard and starting to pant. “As I mentioned earlier, I like hard.”

With that, he positioned himself at my entrance, grabbed my hips and slid home. Then he began thrusting into me deeply. I reached down between my legs, so I could feel him sliding in and out of me and the sensation was incredibly erotic. Then I moved my fingers up to my clit and most sentient thought ended. One thing that I was aware of was that he was very vocal tonight.

“Yes. Oh God,” he ground out. “Ah-ha, Oh fuck!” he shouted, pumping his hips faster. “Your pussy feels so good. I want to be deeper and deeper inside you.”

“Yes,” I cried out. “I can take it. I love it.” He adjusted his angle and pounded me even harder. I cried out, loving the potent combination of pleasure and pain as he hit up against the end of me inside. I felt the pressure building again, my muscles getting tighter as I started to climb.

“Oh fuck, Lily, it feels like you’re going to come, baby.” He reached around and started rubbing my clit along with me.

“I’m so close,” I said on a moan, pushing my hips back against him. “Please, please Adam. God, please I need to come.” I felt his other hand slide down to where we were joined and then trail back up, where he began placing pressure on my ass, massaging the tight ring of muscle as he continued thrusting hard. Finally, I yielded to him and his thumb slid inside me. That was more sensation than my body could handle. “Oh yes!” I screamed and then gasped as I went over the edge, crying out his name over and over as my muscles contracted all around him and I shuddered. It was all I could do not to collapse but somehow I managed. He moved his hands to my hips and just held on, slamming into me, making wonderful groans of pleasure, and rambling almost incoherently.

“Oh, Lily, so good. Oh baby, I feel it. Oh, God, baby, I’m going to come. Oh. Yeah. Oh, yeah, Oh Lily, Lily, Lily! Yes!”

With one final hard thrust, he let out a deep sound of intense pleasure, held himself against me tightly and exploded inside me. A couple of seconds later, he pulled me with him into his arms as we both collapsed back into the soothing bath. As I lay there against him, both of us trying to catch our breath, I knew that Lilah Alden’s books would never be the same now that she had a research partner. We got out soon after, dried each other off tenderly with big fluffy towels. Both of us were too exhausted for reading or even talking that night. I just snuggled down under the covers as Adam held me. Adam also now spooned with me at will, and didn’t fear bodily harm.

Friday evening, after work, Adam and I sat at a table at O’Malley’s talking to our friends, while
Ho Hey
by The Lumineers played in the background, and Jacob, accompanied by his table full of friends, and an attractive redhead this time, continued to occasionally send an uncomfortably flirty look my way. At the moment, my courtroom style was the topic of our conversation.

“I think that Adam and Lily are becoming the same person,” Braden noted, beginning the discussion.

“I agree. Lily, you’ve become the female
him
, in court,” Jess said, gesturing at Adam. “You’re all sarcasm and swagger these days.”

“Oh no! Lily!” Gabrielle said, sounding aghast.

“What?” I asked defensively. “I’m just doing my job. It’s not my fault that their clients aren’t exactly rocket scientists.” Adam and I shared a smile.

“It’s like they’ve become Borg,” Cam noted.

“Lily has been assimilated,” Mark joked.

“They’re such a cute couple, aren’t they?” Braden asked with a grin that showed me how much Adam must have tortured him about Gabrielle.

“Adorable,” Cam agreed. “Mr. and Mrs. Cocky Prosecutor.”

“When’s the wedding, incidentally?” Braden went on.

“Why, you looking for somebody to BBQ with you and the Mrs., Mr. Family Guy?” Adam shot back.

“We’re looking for somebody to
work
with us at the practice we want to start,” Gab jumped in. “Now that Lily’s a real live lawyer, and the two of you are a team, maybe you two should both think coming to work with us. Actually, it would be great if all of you would think about it. We’re going to take on interesting cases. We’re also fun.” She smiled at Braden, who gave her a look that said he thought she was lots of fun.

“How are you going to afford to hire all of us?” Mark asked. “Oh, wait, you’re both rich.”

“In fact, we can afford to pay you more than you’re making now,” Braden volunteered. “Well, not Cam there, since he’s in private practice, but the rest of you civil servants.”

“And you would have more flexible hours,” Gab jumped in. “You could write
and
practice, Lily. And Cam, even if you didn’t want to leave your firm, you could shift your pro bono work to us since we’ll be a non-profit.”

“You’re serious,” I said.

“Yes, we’re serious,” Gab replied. “We want to take our friends with us.”

“Where?” a voice to our left broke it. Bruce stood there looking depressed.

“To the new practice we’re starting,” Gab replied. “We could use someone to be in charge of research and our in-house library,” she suggested with a smile. “That is if you don’t want to take the job with Judge Channing. I heard they offered it to you.”

“They did, but he’s retiring in a few months. Besides, he’s a curmudgeon.”

“So are you,” I pointed out.

“But when he retired I might be out of work.”

“Not if you come work for us, and we could pay you more than a county employee,” Gab put in. “You would be the boss of your department. Not that you would be supervising anybody at first.”

“That doesn’t matter,” I said with a laugh. “Bruce would sell his soul for money and even the promise of future power.”

“She’s right. I would,” he agreed. “Where do I sign and when do I start?”

“Actually, you could probably start in a couple of months. We would want you to make the acquisitions for the in-house library and set up the legal databases,” Braden said, “We have plenty of top quality office space, right here in Center City.”

“Really? That’s wonderful,” Bruce said, pulling up a chair. “Jason will be so excited. He’s almost done with his residency and he’s going to accept an offer with Jefferson Hospital, so it looks like Philly will be our permanent home. By the way, Lil. I have some big news.” He held up his hand to show me a ring. “We’re making it official. If you’ll be my maid of honor, I’ll be yours someday.” He smiled at Adam suggestively.

“Oh my God! That’s wonderful! Jason’s finally going to make an honest man of you huh?” I asked, coming over to give him a hug. Despite our teasing and bickering, Bruce and I really were close. In fact, it seemed like I teased and bickered with a lot of the people I was closest to. I promised that we would do lunch soon to discuss wedding plans.

“We need to discuss plans for your party tomorrow night,” Gab chimed in.

“You’re having a party and you didn’t invite me?” Bruce pouted, looking slighted.

“It’s not a real party. It’s a party for my crazy neighbors. We want to figure out who the Fox is. And we thought this might be a safe way to do it.”

“Well, you can’t have
any
party without
me
. Even a party for your hovel mates.”

“Fine, you want to come to our party? Come. Mingle. You’ll just love Vixen.”

“Honey, go through the cast of characters again,” Jess requested. “I can’t remember one wacko from the other. They all start to blend, just like my clients.” She sighed.

“I only know some of them by the initials and last names on their mailboxes. Hmm, let’s see. I’ll start with the guy who lives across the hall from me, U. Hu.”

“That’s really his name?” Cam broke in.

“It’s U like the letter and Hu like in an Asian surname.”

“Doesn’t that mean fox in Chinese?” Mark put in.

“What?” I asked, stunned. Adam and I glanced at each other.

“I remember reading it in some mythology class I took in college, the huli jin, the fox spirits.” He took out his iPhone and punched something in. “Yeah, right here, Hu, fox in Mandarin.” He held it out to show us.

“Well, he is strange,” I noted. “He’s always dressed in black and I find him lurking everywhere and rushing by quickly from place to place. One day I saw him climb in the fourth floor window. There’s no fire escape by that window!”

“So, he lurks, darts, dresses weird, and might be able to scale buildings. Maybe he’s Spiderman,” Bruce suggested, signaling the barmaid and ordering ‘something fruity.’

“And his name means Fox in Chinese!” Gab pointed out. She was over there taking notes. “Who’s next?”

“The guy in the apartment next to me, Ray Nardo.”

“Wait, honey!” Jess said excitedly. “Ray Nardo? Like Reynard? That’s French for Fox. I know because I majored in French.”

“Oh my God, you’re right,” I muttered. “I didn’t even think of that! He seems like a criminal.”

“He
seems
like a criminal?” Mark asked with a smile.

“Ignore him,” Adam said with a sarcastic look. “He hangs out with criminals for a living.” Mark rolled his eyes, shared an amused look with Cam and took a sip of his beer.

“He really does,” I insisted. “He’s mean and unfriendly and his eyes are really cold.”

“Unfriendly,” Gab repeated, typing on her iPad. “Name may be a play on French translation of Fox.”

“The only other tenant on my floor, our floor,” I corrected myself, glancing at Adam, “is Herb, this very innocuous guy who works for SEPTA, and
lives
for SEPTA. He loves to talk about train schedules, and bus routes, and things like that.”

“What’s his last name?” Gab asked.

“Lawrence, Herb Lawrence. He really is such a little mouse of a guy. Very polite, kind of nerdy. I could never picture him being a hit man.”

“Polite mass transit enthusiast, no obvious fox connection,” Gab noted.

“Anyway, one floor down is Donna, who’s basically an okay person, if you can get past the fact she’s a drunken, lecherous cougar who probably turns tricks.”

“Last name?” Gab asked again.

“Um, Diego, I think,” I answered.

“Donna Diego?” Cam asked. “Like Don Diego? You, know … El Zorro? Doesn’t that mean the Fox in Spanish?”

“What?” Braden asked, dubiously.

“No, wait. He’s right!” Mark said with a laugh. “Zorro’s real name was Don Diego, and El Zorro really is ‘The Fox’ in Spanish.”