Lex (Unconventional Hearts) (49 page)

I flip through the folder one more time to
cool my rising anger.

A knock sounds at the conference room
door.

The door opens, and a sexy face peeks around
the corner, smiling right at me. Thank God!

“I’m here on official business.” Lawyer
Masterson prominently opens the door, sticks out his sexy chest and
strolls over to me. Daniel relieves himself from his chair to
leave, offering it to Gage. Who takes a seat, drops his briefcase
on the table with a loud thump and clicks it open, withdrawing a
packet of papers.

I have no idea why he is here or what he is
doing, but I’m glad I’m not alone anymore with Donald, who just
can’t take a hint.

“I didn’t know we needed a lawyer with these
proceedings, Mr. Masterson.” Donald’s face is one of
bewilderment.

“Mr. Beardsley, we don’t typically need one
for work related conferences such as this. However, I’ve been
informed that you have been exhibiting unprofessional like conduct
with my client, Ms. Keagan. So I have a few legal documents that
I’ve had drawn up for reoccurring instances like this, outlining
the new communication agreement with Saks. I just spent the better
half of the last half hour talking directly with a Mr. Mathews, one
of the board of directors, and he seems as though he agrees with
these terms.”

I can’t believe he is doing this! Lawyer
Gage. Oh, my, my, my, he is hot and all-powerful. Yummy.

My stomach is tied in knots; I am floored to
have him beside me, directing the conference away from the sexually
laced innuendos provided by Donald.

Clearing his throat and folding his hands on
the table, Donald replies. “I don’t know what you are refereeing
to, Mr. Masterson. This
has
been a professional
meeting.”

Gage with a dark, almost deadly smile, leans
back into this chair, and steeples his fingers, his elbows on the
armrests. “Reeeaallly? Is that why Ms. Keagan received a dozen
roses this morning from you?”

Donald’s eyes widen and he scoots closer to
the table. “Those are
not
work related, this,” Donald
gestures between him and I and smacks his hand on the table,
“
is
professional.” Donald’s snappy tone is one of
irritation.

“So you say, but should I ask her?”

“Ask her what? If I’ve hit on her? Of course
I have. Have you looked at her? It’s impossible not to. Plus, I
think she’s just playing hard to get.”

Whatever! I could never and would never.

I turn to Gage, praying he isn’t playing into
this nonsense.

“Really? Let me tell you what I know.” Gage
leisurely rises from the chair with an air of dark power
surrounding him as he stands. Cockily smoothing down the sides of
his expensive suit, he then walks around the side of his extended
chair and proceeds to slide it back under the table. Providing me
with a faint wink, he then boldly pivots on his heel and begins to
pace the room, clouding the space with his raw confidence. If he
wasn’t my boyfriend, I would be inclined to cower at his
intimidating presence. However, he
is
my boyfriend, and I
find this masculine display of my dick’s bigger than yours,
tremendously sexy.

“What’s that?” Donald finally asks,
swallowing hard. I can see his throat constrict. He’s apparently
feeling the effects of Gage’s lethal strength. Gage isn’t happy; I
can see the aggravated expression etched into his handsome face.
The staunch brazen edge cloaking his lawyer infused tone is
palpable.

Stopping beside Donald, Gage bends forward,
placing his hands on the table, snapping his head to face Donald.
The businessman almost jumps out of his skin and I bite my lip to
keep myself from succumbing to the hilarity of this situation.

“This is what I know,
Donald
. May I
call you
Donald
?”

He nods in retort.

“
Good
, what I know is this. See that
woman?” Gage firmly points at me. I’m straight across the table
from them.

Donald nods, again.

“She is a highly intelligent, beautiful,
successful, caring, business woman. Who has built this company from
the ground up. She’s not some secretary who barely graduated
college, and likes to give blowjobs to move up the ladder in life.
She’s a strong, independent woman, who wouldn’t fall for your dirty
perverted antics no matter how much you try.” Gage all but spits on
Donald. He’s all but skipped pissed off and traveled into murderous
rage territory.

“How… How...,” Donald stutters.

“How do I know? I’ll tell you
Donald
.”
Gage claps him hard on the shoulder and Donald nearly pee’s his
pants, as his eyes get even wider, filling half of his face, his
lips actually trembling. I almost feel sorry for the man,
almost
.

“That woman,
Donald
, not only is she
all of those things. She also happens to be
my
life partner.
The love of
my
life, and let me tell you,
Donald
, I’m
not a fan of a man sending
my
woman flowers. Did you know it
took me six years to make her mine? Guess how much more that pisses
me off when someone unwelcome tries to sample what is
mine
.
I’m sure your wife doesn’t like that you’re a dirty fucker. That’s
her problem for staying with a sleazeball like you. Me, on the
other hand, well…let’s just say, I’m not as forgiving as your wife
is. Try, I dare you to
try
to flirt with Ms. Keagan, look at
her wrong or anything I deem is unprofessional and I’ll not only
see that you lose your job, I will hunt you down, I will slice off
those tiny things you call balls and I will wrap them up and send
them to your wife. Do I seem like a man who is to be fucked with,
Donald
? Do I look like I’m joking?”

Undoubtedly petrified, Donald shakes his
head.

“
Good
.” Gage releases Donald’s
shoulder, stands up and walks around the other side of the table.
Pushing my rolling chair backward, Gage drops to the floor, grabs
my knees, opening up my legs and finds his rightful place between
them.

“That’ll be all, now
get the fuck out
.
The misses and I have a little reacquainting to make up for. Daniel
has your paperwork at his desk.”

Scrambling out of his chair, Donald all but
sprints of the room and Gage turns his head and growls like a
ferocious beast as Donald shuts the door.

Turning back to face me, he smiles. “Hi,
Angel.” His sweet, gentle, loving tone is back, like none of this
ever happened.

“Well, I’m not sure what brought that on and
how you got here so fast, but I’m glad he’s gone. A half an hour
with him and I was about to pull my hair out.”

“I’ve hated him from the beginning. I
couldn’t do anything about it at the time. Then you said he
delivered flowers today and the asshole jealous part of me kind of
surfaced. Needed to teach him a lesson, not that I didn’t
think…”

I bend down and shut him up with a kiss, his
hands sneakily slide up under my dress and I break from his
mouth.

“Don’t.” I warn, looking him straight in the
eye.

Raising a naughty up-to-no-good brow, he
replies, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Yes you do, Mr. Masterson. You know what…” A
hand grips the strap of my panties.

“
Don’t
, you do it.” I’m staring
daggers at him.

“I don’t know what you are.” He yanks hard
and snaps the strap, breaking it.

Frustrated, I push his shoulders, hard.

“Why did you have to go and do that? Another
pair, Gage? Am I ever going to be able to keep clothes? You rip my
panties and my nightgowns. Is it hard to take them off?”

“No, but I don’t want to.” He snaps the other
side and tugs my ruined panties out from underneath my dress,
haphazardly tossing them on the floor.

Shuffling my jade green skirt up around my
waist, he exposes lady, and like a damn traitor, she’s awake and
eager to play.

“She doesn’t want you to suck her.” I snap.
I’m not happy with him. I’m glad he came and that was awesome. But
I hate that he keeps ruining my dang clothes. It’s like he thinks
my panties are only a couple dollars. No, he’s ruined well over a
couple hundred dollars’ worth of clothes so far. Some of which I’ve
really loved.

“Oh I think she does. Look at her. It’s like
she’s saying ‘Oh yes, big daddy, suck me, I want to come in your
mouth, feed you my delicious come.’”

I chuckle and grin at his terrible female
voice rendition. “No, she’s not. And big daddy? That’s what you
came up with?” I’m full on mocking him now.

“That’s what she’d call me. What else am I to
her?”

“Gage, maybe? Mr. Masterson?”

“No.” He shakes his head like my ideas are
stemmed from pure lunacy. “I’m her big daddy and she’s my little
lady. Now this daddy wants to suck her. Give her to me. I will take
you shopping on Saturday, Angel. Then you can buy a hundred pairs
of panties if you want.”

“Why? So you can just rip those too?”

“Yep, now shhhh.” Holding his finger to his
lips, he tries to quiet me. “It’s time for me to spend some time
with my little lady. Now would you please, let me have a few
minutes?”

Unable to tell my lover no, I lean back and
spread my legs further apart to give him better access. His mouth
engulfs her all at once and I grip his shoulders, holding on for
dear life as he sucks hard and fast. No teasing, no sweetness. Gage
is greedily sucking her, groaning in his throat. A palm cups my
sac, kneading it. Once again turning me to putty in his skilled
hands.

Oh my God! He feels amazing! His hot mouth is
gripping me like a vice.

Resting my head back, I watch as he
forcefully impales his mouth, gaging himself each time lady hits
the back of his throat. Tears roll down the sides of his cheeks.
Working his lips up to her head, he stops, applies hard suction,
hollowing his cheeks and begins to ravish her with his magical
mouth. My sac tightens instantly and he tugs it. Curling forward,
lost in overwhelming sensation I close my eyes, as my body tenses,
on the precipice. Just as he applies a little more pressure to my
sac, I lose myself and explode. Jerking into his sexy mouth, he
drinks down all my juices with a satisfied groan and releases
lady
, flashing me a dark smile. Leaving me once again,
panty-less for the rest of the afternoon.

Slowly licking his lips, he rests back onto
his haunches and lovingly rubs my thighs. “I love doing that.” He
smiles, brighter, sweeter this time. The edge of naughtiness
cleansed from his handsome features.

“I do too, honey. Thank you. But I hate
working without panties on. You know I don’t want lady to be moving
around and somebody notice.”

He frowns. “Fuck, Lex. I’m sorry. I didn’t
think about that. I won’t let it happen again. Or…yeah… I love it.
I can’t promise that. But this weekend I’ll take you shopping and
we’ll make sure you bring a few extra pairs to work. Just in
case.”

“You plan on doing more of this, here?”

Bluntly he states, “
Yes
.” And I
grimace, furrowed brows, wrinkled nose, taut lips—the whole
shebang.

Eyeing me up and down, he exaggeratingly
shrugs. “It’s kind of naughty that the biggest power couple in town
is having hot sex sessions during work hours.”

Power couple? We’re a power couple? Hum… I
never thought about that before.

“A power couple you say?”

“Yes, what else do you call us? I own a law
firm and I’m one of the best lawyers in the state….”

“One of the best?” I add, talking over
him.

“Lex Keagan, do you
not
know your man
well enough?
Yes
, I am one of the top. I’m on a list. I’ll
show it to you sometime. And…like I was saying…before some hot
woman interrupted me,” he winks, “I happen to be a kickass
lawyer.”

“Who looks like a fitness model.” I interrupt
again, just because I can.

Rolling his eyes, with a cocky smile he
continues. “Okay, whatever you say, beautiful. Anyhow…” He sighs.
“I’m a lawyer and you’re a company owner. A highly successful
business owner, I might add. It’s not some little company you run
here, Angel. It’s a big deal. Lawyer plus company owner… pretty
much spells out power couple. It’s like two doctors being married,
or a lawyer and a politician.”

“Alright, whatever you say, Gage. All that
matters to me is that we have the power to make a difference.
Speaking of which, how’s the case with the woman whose husband ran
her over? You know the one I referred to you, when I still thought
you were the Suit Master and not Gage.”

“I’m both of them rolled into one…and she’s
good. They moved into that house this past week. The husband has
been taken into custody until the trial. He can’t make bail. Good
thing too, his public defender told me if he could, he’s worried
about him driving this far to come after her. That’s why I made
sure his bail was set at fifty thousand.”

Talking another half an hour in the
conference room, Gage and I finally stop, which is always hard. We
can talk about anything and have a lot in common, more so than I
ever thought. Holding his hand, we walk through the building to the
front and I kiss him goodbye, a scorching kiss, where he grabs my
ass and holds me hard against his body, while his tongue insatiably
probes my mouth.

Waving to him from the door as he departs and
takes my heart with him. I hate it when he leaves me, it makes my
heart ache. I’m so drunk on love it’s almost pathetic. However,
I’ll happily deal with these feelings if that means I get to keep
Mr. Overprotective-GQ-Model and my princess Emma in my life.

Chapter Thirty-One

Sunday

Lex

Tasha:
Lex get your ass in the
house.