Lovers in law (11 page)

By the time the police reached the
top floor Allie and I were both fully dressed and looking demure. I
expected an explanation, or at least some kind of conversation with
the police, but they had a set of handcuffs on me before I knew
what was happening.

“What the hell do you think you’re
doing?” I demanded, knowing that struggling would only make things
worse but wanting to free myself by any means possible.

“We’re arresting you in
connection with a serious assault on Daniel Greene,” the most
senior officer explained while his colleague cautioned
me.

“You can’t!” Allie cried. “You’re
making a huge mistake.” She pulled at the policeman’s arm but he
shook her away. “Daniel Greene attacked me. Radford only acted in
my defence.”

He rolled his eyes as if he’d
already heard a dozen similar stories that night. “You’re a
witness, Miss Lawless, and we need you to come down to the station
to make a statement.”

“Witness?” I said, my mouth
falling open in disbelief. “Look what that thug did to her lip and
cheek. She’s the victim, not a witness.”

“Which is what you can both explain
down at the station.”

Realising we had no option but to
go with them, I nodded towards my jacket lying on a chair next to
the door. “Use my phone to call Stephen Mercer,” I told Allie.
“Explain what’s happened and tell him to meet us there.”

If I was going to be wrongly
accused, it wouldn’t hurt to have a top criminal solicitor sitting
next to me. By the time Mercer had finished, Daniel Greene would
wish he’d picked on someone else.

“Don’t worry,” I told Allie. “Once
they hear what’s happened we’ll be out of there in less than an
hour.”

What I wouldn’t have given to kiss
those sweet lips goodbye although being arrested had taken a
dramatic toll on my libido. It seemed that not even a locked door
could guarantee the privacy I needed to strip Allie naked beneath
me and ready to be fucked.

Perhaps getting involved with Allie
Lawless was a terrible idea after all, no matter what my cock
believed.

As it turned out, it took
close to four hours to make the whole sorry incident go away. Not
even Stephen Mercer could wind it up any sooner. Afraid of losing
his job, Daniel Greene’s chauffeur had sided with his boss,
leavi
ng me in the lurch and facing an
assault charge. My only regret was in not having hit Greene harder
– may as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, I
thought.

Eventually, the police doctor made
the officers see sense, telling them that Allie’s injuries were
consistent with having been attacked and that I’d used reasonable
force to save her from a far greater harm. All the charges were
dropped and I was finally free to go.

I emerged from the police cells at
five in the morning, relatively unscathed but wanting to punch
Daniel Greene again for everything he’d put me and Allie through
that night. He had a great deal to answer for and I’d make sure
he’d never crossed me again – high-paying client or not.

Allie was the first thing I
saw when I came out, sitting on a plastic chair and looking
exhausted. Her vulnerability brought out the protective instinct in
me and I wondered what it was about this woman. One minute I wanted
to fuck her brains out and the next I wanted to take her in my arms
and keep the world at bay.

A night in the cells had obviously
softened me up and I smiled at my own sentimentality.

“I didn’t think you’d still be
waiting,” I said although I was very glad she was.

“I had to.” She smiled wickedly as
she stood up. “I liked the sight of you in handcuffs too much to go
anywhere. I was hoping for a private showing some time in the
future.”

Guessing where the conversation was
going, and not wanting half of London’s police force to overhear
it, I steered her outside, fighting the desire to kiss her as my
libido surged back through me with a vengeance. “You once said that
getting involved with me was difficult but I’m a dangerous criminal
now. Doesn’t that put you off even more?”

“I’ve always had a thing about bad
boys,” she said, implying she’d known quite a few. “Maybe you just
need taking in hand and punishing a little.”

Adrenaline surged in my chest
at the thought of Allie literally cracking the whip. “The love of a
good woman, you mean.”

“Goodness has absolutely nothing to
do with it.” Her green eyes widened invitingly as she slid a hand
behind my neck and pulled me close. “But right now, you have a very
dangerous case of prison pallor and I need to get you alone
somewhere so I can put some colour back in your cheeks.”

“Your place or mine?” I asked.

“Neither. I don’t want to be
interrupted again so I’ve booked a suite at Claridges and there’s a
bottle of champagne on ice. I thought we’d celebrate your release
in style.”

“We’ll stop off and pick up a bag
on the way.”

She shook her head as if I’d just
made a huge mistake. “Trust me,” she said with a glint in her eyes
that spoke volumes. “You won’t need a thing. Clothes will be
completely unnecessary for the next forty-eight hours.”

All good things come to those who
wait, or so the saying goes. And Radford Byrne was certainly worth
hanging around for.

A policeman brought him out into
the reception area where I’d been sitting on a hard chair for
hours. I’d almost given up hope of seeing him again but as soon as
I set eyes on him, I was very glad I’d waited.

His clean shaven jaw line was
clouded with an early morning shadow that instantly made me wonder
how those bristles would feel working their way up the inside of my
thighs.

He also did that thing that
handsome men do in dinner suits. All the girls know what I mean –
the collar open and the bow tie hanging loose. Not forgetting the
shirt buttons undone to reveal just enough of a hairy chest to get
you really interested.

Even if I hadn’t had a taste of the
delights under those clothes, I’d be dying of hunger by now.

On the advice of Stephen Mercer,
Radford and I had played down our relationship in our statements –
not that a couple of epic snogs and some very wonderful oral sex
could be described as a relationship. I therefore kept my hands off
Radford, even though I went straight into flirt mode as soon as I
saw him and started babbling about having him in handcuffs
again.

However, I’d already worked
out that Radford wasn’t a man to shock easily and the sooner I got
him alone, the better. He didn’t put up any resistance when I told
him about the hotel and, within five minutes of his release, we
were in the back of a taxi speeding towards the West
End.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”
he asked. “There’s still time to back out.”

I laughed at the idea. “You and I
both know that’s not going to happen. From the minute we laid eyes
on each other, this was inevitable.”

Radford grinned. “What happened to
waiting until the case is over?” he asked.

“So far tonight, our biggest client
has tried to force himself on me, had his nose broken for the
pleasure and got us both arrested. You’ll have a really nasty black
eye by Monday and I have a bump the size of an egg on my cheek.
What else are we waiting for?”

I heard the rumble of Radford’s
laughter. “When the clients invited us to dinner, I never imagined
the evening would end up like this,” he agreed. “So much for being
discreet.” He laced his fingers through mine and kissed the back of
my hand. “You’ll have a lot of explaining to do when you go back to
the office.”

I slid my hand up his thigh, my
fingers inching towards his groin. “I don’t even want to think that
far ahead. Anyway, I have a lot of apologising to do first,” I told
him. “I need to say sorry properly for having dragged you into this
mess in the first place.”

“Always happy to help out a damsel
in distress.” He thought for a moment and then narrowed his eyes
playfully. “If I remember rightly, when the police arrived you were
also half way through thanking me for saving your virtue.“

“That’s a lost cause, I’m afraid,”
I sighed.

“Well I do hope so. I’ve
never been a fan of angelic women.”

Luckily for him, Radford was
about to see exactly how devilish I could be. We pulled up outside
Claridges, paid off the driver and picked up the key for our
suite.

“What made you so sure I’d go to a
hotel with you?” Radford asked in the lift. “I might have
refused.”

I pulled his lips down onto mine
and kissed him hard. “I’ve not known you long but I’ve already
worked out you’re not the kind of man who says no to much. And in
any case, you owe me?”

“Owe you what?”

“I’d say you’re at least two
orgasms in arrears and the interest is running. I’d hate to see you
fall into debt.”

Instead, we fell into the hotel
suite as soon as Radford unlocked the door, too busy ripping off
each other’s clothes to take much notice of the décor.

“Wait a minute,” I said, stopping
when half of Radford’s shirt buttons were undone. “We mustn’t
forget this.” I held up the Do Not Disturb sign and hung it out in
the corridor.

The last thing either of us needed
was another coitus interruptus.

The great thing about intelligent
men is that you never need to tell them anything twice. Radford
immediately remembered how to undo my dress and reached under my
arm to slide down the zip.

“The thought of you in a room with
other men and nothing on under this dress, drove me crazy all
night,” he admitted, dropping to his knees in front of me. “I’ve
never felt so horny.”

To prove it, he pulled my zip all
the way down and yanked the dress down past my knees, taking a
moment to see exactly what I had to offer. A slow smile of
satisfaction spread across his face as his hands came up to cup my
breasts, guiding first one nipple and then the other into his hot
mouth.

His stubble
scraped my skin, adding to the flood of
sensation surging from my nipples and down into my sex. Radford
hadn’t been the only one going crazy in the police station – I’d
had a very long time to relive the early part of the evening as I
sat waiting for him and my pussy dripped with
anticipation.

Having already had the pleasure of
that masterful tongue on my clit, I shouldn’t have been surprised
that Radford could take me close to orgasm by simply biting and
sucking my nipples. He devoured me as I braced myself against his
broad shoulders, afraid my legs would buckle under me as I gave in
to every delicious sensation.

“This isn’t fair,” I gasped when
Radford’s tongue left my nipples to circle my navel. “When do I get
to taste you?”

“Right now, if you want,” he said,
stripping off each of my stockings so I stood completely naked in
front of him. He leaned forward and bit each of my hip bones
playfully before he stood up, his lips searing a trail up my body
until he reached my neck. “I’m all yours.”

How could I resist such an
invitation?

Not caring about my split lip, I
took his face between my hands and kissed him hard, starting to
learn the tastes and flavours of his body. I finished undoing his
shirt and ripped it off, throwing it carelessly onto the carpet
near the door as I pulled myself close into that sculpted torso of
his.

His hairy chest had felt sexy
under my fingertips, but chafing against my naked breasts, the
sensations multiplied. Every inch of him set my body aflame until
my hands and lips didn’t know which way to venture next and I tried
to touch him everywhere at once.

I tasted salt on his skin – his
body made hot and bothered by so much interrupted kissing – and I
looked forward to washing it off in the shower later. But until
then, there was so much more of him to taste and enjoy and I didn’t
want to wait another second before satisfying myself.

Kissing down the centre of his pecs
and all the way to his navel, I felt the rumble of a contented moan
against my lips. I knelt down in front of Radford, his bulging
groin at eye level and only a pair of trousers between me and a big
slice of paradise.

There on my knees, in the
hallway of the sumptuous suite, it was very tempting to let my lips
get up close and personal with that huge cock of his but my
imagination still had a very long way to go.

A quick blow job wasn’t at all what
I had in mind. We could do far better than that with a little
thought and ingenuity.

Without taking my eyes of Radford’s
face, I undid his trousers very slowly. He held his breath, biting
his lip in anticipation, silently willing me to wrap my mouth
around his cock or suck on his balls.

But as we’ve already established,
all good things come to those who wait.

The fine, black fabric slid
down easily over Radford’s solid thighs. This guy put in some
serious time at the gym to look this good and my fingers
appreciated the effort as they explored each sculpted leg from
groin to ankle. I gave myself a moment to imagine how those rough,
hairy limbs would soon feel entwined with mine.

Growing impatient, Radford kicked
off everything except his tight, black boxers which packaged the
main event so beautifully and clung like a second skin around his
perfectly formed bum. His rigid, swollen cock stretched his shorts
tight at the front, leaving little to the imagination and the scent
of pre-cum hung heavy in the air.

My mouth watered. He was going to
taste so good, I just knew.

I pushed my face into Radford’s
groin and gave his balls a love nip through his boxers. His cock
twitched against my cheek, threatening to explode if it didn’t get
some attention some time soon.