Seeking Justice (12 page)

I’m naked save for my dress bunched around my waist and my heels. He’s still in his suit, but when he stands, he slips off his jacket, loosens his tie and begins rolling up his sleeves.

When I shift my weight, desperately wanting to cover myself, he orders, “Stand still.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He steps back in front of me so close there’s barely any space between us. When his shirtfront lightly brushes my nipples, I bite my lip. “Spread your legs.” When I comply, he runs his middle finger along my slit, pressing in to rub against my clitoris.

I reach for his waist, but he grabs my wrists placing my hands beside me on the desk.

“Grip the edge, and don’t let go. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Do not. Let. Go.” His expression is stern as he looks down at me.

I nod. My breasts rise and fall with each labored breath as I lick my lips.

His finger rubs over me again. “I want your legs farther apart.” He uses his foot to push against mine until I spread them to his satisfaction.

His finger slides over me swirling around my opening as his eyes watch me intently.

I moan, and my head falls back.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Something in his deep voice calls to me, and as his finger swirls back over my clit, I cry out softly.

Repeatedly stroking me, he rubs firmly over my clit with each pass through my wetness. He raises his free hand to grasp a nipple between his fingers, rolling and pinching. The added stimulation causes a tightening deep inside of me, almost painful with its intensity, and I grip the desk edge so tightly my fingers feel numb.

“You’re so wet for me, sugar.” He raises his fingers and licks them, his wicked eyes gleaming.

My eyes widen.
That’s so—hot.

“You taste as sweet as honey, darlin’.” He leans in and takes my mouth in a slow, deep kiss returning his fingers between my legs.

I’m not so sure I taste like honey…

“Let’s see if we can make you wetter,” he says against my lips and grins when I whimper. He pushes two fingers deep into my slick channel, and I cry out.

“Ahhh—Liam!” I almost let go of the desk edge, I want to touch him so desperately, but I catch myself in time.

“So swollen and tight.” He presses into me hard, twisting and grinding his hand against me as he moves his fingers widely stretching my tender tissues.

I have to grit my teeth to stop from screaming, and when he bends down and takes a nipple between his teeth, biting gently, I whine. It’s too much. I can’t control my body as the pressure builds inside of me. It is so overwhelming I begin to shake. I’ve never felt anything close to how this feels.

“Liam!” I press against his hand, unable to hold still as his fingers stroke me forcefully. I shudder violently, and it’s as if the tension deep inside of me radiates out in the most unbelievable sensation that is so pleasurable, it’s painful. I feel a gush of warmth between my thighs as I scream. Liam wraps his arm around my back, pulling me hard against his chest and covers my mouth with his, silencing my cries as his fingers repeatedly thrust into me.

I clutch his shoulders, and my body writhes against his as my inner muscles grip his fingers. All I can do is hang on, my body shaking as I ride out my orgasm. I don’t think it will ever end.

“Fuck!” He laughs hoarsely. “Fuck, Cait.” He pulls his fingers from me, and I collapse against him.

Wrapping his arms around me, he holds me close, stroking my hair down my back, his touch gentle. When my body finally stops quivering, he leans back, tipping my chin up with his finger.

“Look at me.” I meet his smoldering eyes. “You—are fucking amazing.” I blink, and he kisses my forehead. Threading his fingers through my hair, he holds my head in place while he takes my mouth in a soft kiss.

He chuckles at my dazed expression when he releases me. I feel languid, needing a nap.

“You’re late for work.” He says as he smacks my bottom. I give a small yelp and jump.

Work!

“Shit!” I pull my dress up over my breasts and down over my bottom.

Shit!

He hands me my underwear, and I blush. “Bathroom.” He points across the room.

Thank goodness, I don’t have to dress before I have a chance to clean up. I hurry across the room on shaking legs, feeling his eyes on me.

I’m not surprised to find his bathroom is stylishly elegant and fully equipped. I bite my lip as I clean between my legs, I’m sore. Then I smile. I had an orgasm! A freaking amazing one, even Liam thought so. I grin like an idiot. I’ve long been afraid that there was something wrong with me, but Liam’s shown me differently.

I knew he was the man for the job!

Liam knocks on the door. “Let’s go.”

“One moment.”

I use the hairbrush lying on his counter and then rinse my mouth with mouthwash I find in a drawer. I’m spitting it out into the sink as the door swings open.

Geez.

“I’ve only been a few minutes,” I inform him. He raises an eyebrow at me, and I hurry out.

“Come here, Caitlyn.”

I turn to look at him, and he quirks his finger at me.
Why is it so intimidating when he does that?
I take a deep breath and then go to stand in front of his desk as he sits behind it. His sleeves, still rolled, set off his muscular forearms, and his tie remains loose at the knot. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone to expose a tantalizing expanse of skin. He looks incredibly handsome, and I feel a tightening in the pit of my stomach. I wonder what he would do if I walked around his desk to sit in his lap.

“We have a couple of things to discuss before you go back to work.”

I look anxiously at his wall clock.

“Don’t worry; everything is taken care of until you return.” He leans back in his chair, and the look he turns on me has me swallowing uncomfortably.

“I don’t appreciate how you ran last night. It was very disrespectful.”

I don’t know what to say other than, “I’m sorry.” He continues to hold my gaze, and I squirm under the piercing blue heat.

“A more pertinent question is what the fuck you thought you were doing upstairs earlier.”

The quick change of topic throws me for a moment. “I-I was delivering a tray that Leon asked me to take up there.”

“And did he tell you to go into the room?”

I frown. “No, but—”

“There are no buts, Caitlyn.” He fixes me with an implacable stare, and I immediately close my mouth, feeling hurt.

“You stepped into a scene taking place, totally disrupting and disrespecting the people involved in that scene. You upset and humiliated Miranda, and this in turn upset Dante, who was only in town for the day and looking forward to spending time with Miranda.”

Miranda must have called him as soon as I left the room upstairs. My post-orgasm buzz has totally dissipated, and I feel as though I am a child receiving a scolding for misbehaving. He isn’t even giving me a chance to explain.

And what the hell is a
scene?

“We have rules upstairs that everyone has to follow. I realize you don’t know what those rules are, and I do believe that is why you were told to knock and leave the tray.”

He continues to watch me, but I don’t make eye contact with him, and I’ll be damned if I say I’m sorry. I already told Miranda I was. She didn’t want to hear my explanation and clearly, neither does Liam. I am surprised Miranda didn’t say anything about the man in the hallway, though.

“Am I fired?” That would be a shitty piece of luck, fired from the job I quit the magazine for.

He sighs deeply. “Not this time, but under normal circumstances, a person disrupting a scene would receive a punishment.”

My eyes finally meet his.
What? Like hell!
I’ll quit before I let him punish me for something that was an accident. Maybe I didn’t need to laugh the way I did, but I put that down to nerves. Besides, I didn’t know there was a
scene
in progress, and Miranda certainly didn’t explain.

“I’ll make a decision and let you know.”

I huff a laugh and shake my head.

“Do you have something to say Miss Shaw?”

We’re back to Miss Shaw? After what just happened between us? Why didn’t he inform me of this before he took off my clothes?

“If you’re not going to fire me, I need to get back to work.” Plus I need to get out of here before I cry.

His eyes narrow. “You can go, but when your shift ends, I want you back here. I’m not finished with you yet—I plan on fucking you tonight.”

My mouth drops open, and my face heats with embarrassed anger.

“Go to hell!” I turn and head for the door.

He moves fast, quickly beside me, pushing me up against the wall.

“Let go of me!” I struggle with him, but it’s pointless. He leans his weight against me, and when I try to slap him, he grabs my wrist and jerks me around, forcing the front of my body up against the wall. He pulls my hands to the small of my back and presses his body into mine.

“Let go of me!” I cry again, angry that the tears start to fall. I never cry, and for him to reduce me to this, makes me hate him at that moment.

“Not until you calm the fuck down!” His voice is rough.

I struggle against him, and he pushes me even harder into the wall.

“Fucking stop! I don’t want to hurt you, Cait.”

I’m sobbing at this point, all the fight gone out of me. He eases back slowly and releases my wrists turning me around. I cover my face with my hands.

“Hey.” He pulls me into his arms and holds me against his chest. He kisses the top of my head and murmurs soothing words, all the time just holding me.

I don’t know how long we stand there before he leans back slightly, looking down at me.

“Better?”

I look up at him, and I know I probably look a mess.

“I need to go home.”

He’s quiet, watching me.

“I… can’t work this way.” I feel like crying again.
What the hell’s wrong with me?

“Forget about work, it’s covered.” His voice is soft. “Look at me, darlin’.” He grips my chin and tips my face up.

My breath catches at his expression, but before I have a chance to analyze it, the phone on his desk rings. He almost seems reluctant to let me go as he leads me back toward his desk.

He picks up the phone. “What?” he says impatiently, his eyes on me.

“Too late,” he replies curtly. Sighing he looks away and rubs the spot between his eyebrows. “Will it piss me off?”

Whatever the caller says on the other end of the line has his gaze flashing back to mine. His eyes move slowly over me as he continues to listen to the caller, and I can’t stop my response to his heated look. I want him. As upset as I am, the need and longing I feel for him is overwhelming.

“Okay, but it’ll be a bit.” Evidently, the caller has something to say about that as Liam continues to listen. “All right.”

He hangs up the phone and stares at me, his expression at once both assessing and enigmatic.

I take a deep breath, uncomfortable under his scrutiny. “Since you have someone covering for me… I’m going home.”

He slowly shakes his head. “No.”

I frown. “What?”

He silently walks toward me. My heart is pounding by the time he stops in front of me. His hand lifts the dark hair that hangs over my shoulder. He seems to study the curl before his eyes lift to meet mine.

“I’m needed in security, and I would like for you to wait here.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Why… so you can fuck me tonight?”

The sudden anger that comes over his features has me taking a step back, but I can’t go too far since he has a handful of my hair. He begins to wrap that hair around his hand, effectively reeling me in. “I should give you warning, Caitlyn.” He continues wrapping his hand until I’m up against his front, blue eyes blazing into mine. “It’s not wise to rile me.”

“I just want to go home,” I whisper.

“I don’t want you to.” He frowns as if he’s not certain why.

“You… don’t want me to go home?”
Why?

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Oh.
Pleasure surges through me at his words.

A frown flits across his face, and his mouth tightens visibly. “And it’s not just because I want to fuck you tonight. I reckon that’s off the agenda at this point anyway, don’t you?” He releases me abruptly and returns to his desk.

What?
All of this suddenly frustrates me. I still want to go to bed with him. Tonight.

“How about you wait in the bar?” He looks at me. “You can have a drink, and when I’m finished, I’ll come for you.”

If he doesn’t want to have sex, why does he want me to stay?

He runs a hand through his hair, and I realize how tired he looks. I take a deep breath and move across the room to him, lifting my hands to cup his face. He looks a little bemused by my action. I go up on tiptoe, lean into him and place my lips on his. I mean for it to be a quick kiss, but his hands grip my arms pulling me firmly against his chest, and the kiss becomes anything but quick. His lips mold to mine, his tongue pushing against my lips to gain entry, stroking my tongue with his. He releases an arm to grasp the nape of my neck, kissing me deeply.

Oh, this man can kiss!
My body responds, and I can feel his reaction too as he boldly presses the rigid length of his erection into my lower belly.

Oh my. I wonder what his response would be if I reached out to grasp him. Almost as if he knows my thoughts, he ends the kiss, putting distance between us. My breathing is erratic, and hot desire pools in my belly.

“Let’s go,” he says his voice suddenly cool and detached. His sharp blue eyes glance at me before he turns and heads for the door.

I’m embarrassed at how easily he turns me on, whereas he seems able to turn his emotions on and off at will. But I know he was as aroused as I was. He pressed his erection against me to let me know how he felt.

“C’mon, sugar.” He holds out his hand as he stands in the open doorway. I take his hand, and he pulls me close, his nose brushing against my ear. “You’re going to drive me fucking crazy,” he croons gently, and then he’s leading me down the hallway.