Jaime groaned, canting her hips to draw Olivia even deeper.
Olivia studied Jaime, her red cheeks, the wild strands of hair clinging to her damp face, her eyes wide and her lips trembling—a countenance awash in pleasure. She shifted her hand to brush her thumb across Jaime’s clit, but the angle was off, and it would hurt her wrist. Besides, she longed to taste Jaime again.
Olivia leaned closer and whispered, “I want to feel you come on my tongue.”
Jaime’s jaw tightened, but she nodded.
Olivia withdrew her fingers and scooted down. This time, when she settled between Jaime’s legs, she vowed she’d not letanythingdistract her, at least not until she’d led Jaime to an earth-shattering orgasm. After all, this was a once in a lifetime event.
Jaime’s legs trembled, and she seemed to struggle to keep them still.
Olivia placed her hands on the smooth skin of Jaime’s inner thighs and leaned closer, blowing air against Jaime’s heat. She smiled when Jaime squirmed in response, then trailed a finger along puffy, red folds, swiping down into the source of heat.
“Delicious,” she murmured before bending her head and licking along Jaime’s length, her fingers digging into Jaime’s thighs to anchor her against the bed when her hips jolted up at the contact.
Jaime’s whimpers and moans spurred Olivia on, and she immediately drew Jaime’s bundle of nerves into her mouth and sucked, hard. She twirled her tongue around the nub, increasing thepressure of her fingers on Jaime’s legs. Olivia didn’t want Jaime’s own rhythm to bring her even an inch closer to her release—sheneeded to be the sole cause of her climax.
Jaime groaned, her chest heaving, and her skin slick with perspiration.
Olivia sped up her tongue, still pressing Jaime deeper into the mattress, not relenting even when Jaime froze, that was, until she flung her head back and released a tortured sounding drawn-out moan—shooting heat to Olivia’s core—before she shuddered and trembled in a hard release.
“Stop,” Jaime ground out, her hands shooting to Olivia’s arms and pulling her up. “Jesus,” Jaime whispered in a hoarse voice before drawing Olivia’s head down in another kiss.
Six weeks after the legal conference that ended differently than Olivia would have ever guessed, and after anembarrassingnumber of mental replays of her night with Jaime, she rushed into her boss’s office, almost three minutes late.
Traffic had been a pain, and though Olivia always took potential traffic issues into consideration when making plans or arranging meetings, sometimes the city formerly known as Marthasville did not adhere to Olivia’s carefully crafted schedule, no matter how many contingencies she accounted for.
Thankfully, her boss didn’t take punctuality as seriously as Olivia did and waved her inside to sit down.
Maria Farkas, founder of Farkas, Ariete & Kemeny, was in her early sixties and still pulled more hours than any other member at the firm, way more than her two partners. Olivia had heardspeculation Farkas lived at the office, but she’d dismissed it as idle gossip.
As she stepped into Maria’s spacious office, the welcoming scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the subtle aroma of leather upholstery. The large windows offered a panoramic view of the city, sunlight gleaming off the sleek lines of the modern furniture.
Olivia shivered as she took a seat in a streamlined leather chair, its cool surface a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin—hard, almost like sitting on stone. Perhaps that was Maria’s intent: ‘Get in, get your instructions, don’t get too comfortable, and get back to work.’
“I need you on the Lanx case.” Maria frowned at her screen, never glancing up at Olivia and missing her guppy imitation. By the time Maria looked up, Olivia had managed to smooth out her features. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, I apologize. I thought Werner and Smith were taking care of it.”
Maria grunted, the sound a low rumble in her chest. “They were, but Weber is insisting we replace Werner with you, since he finds him unbearable. And as you know, the client is king.” The clacking sounds of her fingers flying over the keyboard filled the room as the only sound.
Rich, coming from Weber.“I see.”
“Lucky for us, you’ve worked with Weber before and are more familiar with the Lanx case than most other in-house attorneys. Still, talk to Maureen so she can work on lightening your load as we need your full focus on this one.”
Olivia nodded and rose. “Anything else?”
“That’s it.”
Olivia suppressed a sigh and excused herself before heading back to her own office.
Damn it all to hell!
She closed the doorbehind her and pinched the bridge of her nose. Jaime Lachlan was the judge assigned to the case, and six weeks ago in that little bar, the fact Oliviawouldn’tbe part of the team representing Thomas Weber had been one of Olivia’s main arguments for why Jaime should say yes to their night of fun. Now, a lead ball settled in her stomach, cold and heavy, at the prospect of facing Jaime in court again.
She supposed it wouldn’t look like she lied since Werner and Smith were listed on the original filing, but still.
What a colossal mess.
