I slide my hand higher up her thigh and touch the center of her panties. They are sticky and wet, a mixture of her fresh arousal and my cum.
Paige bites her bottom lip and arches her hips toward my touch.
Seeing her relaxed and carefree again makes me feel more powerful than when I enter a courtroom. I want to be the one to comfort her and give her what she needs.
Her throat bobs and her tongue wets her lips. “Liam cocks his head to the side and curls one finger, beckoning me toward him.”
I curl my finger beneath her underwear.
Her breathing hitches. “Without warning, he bends forward, lifts me up, and flips me over his shoulder.”
I chuckle. “I like this guy.”
“Would you throw me over your shoulder?”
I drag my finger up and down her wet slit. “If it meant getting my dick in your sooner, yes.”
Her breath shudders, and she lifts her hips as I drag her panties down her thighs, over her knees, and to her ankles.
I flick them to the floor. “Keep going.”
“Put me down. You’re not my father.” Her voice is breathy as she continues. “Stop being a brat, or I’ll smack your ass like I am.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I picture her bent over my knees, fleshy cheeks red, pussy lips glistening. “Is that why you act like a brat? Do you want me to paddle your ass until it’s red from my handprint?”
Her eyes are almost black, and her lips are swollen from being caught between her teeth as she nods.
My balls pulse, heavy and aching to unload, but it’s nothing compared to the tingle in my hands. I’ve never wanted to be the best at anything except understanding and using the law to helpmy clients. But watching Paige obsess over her book boyfriends, and seeing her wanton need for me to possess her in the same way, makes me want to act out every depraved fantasy and own her body like I own the courtroom.
I grip her thighs and push her dress up as she continues to read.
“He grips my hand and presses it to the hard bulge behind his jeans. Curling his fingers around mine, our joined hands palm the outline of his erection. I bite back a moan.”
I blow a hot breath against her pussy lips. She’s glistening and puffy from the office; our scents are mingled together, triggering my possessiveness.
She bites her lips, holding back her moan like she’s the star of her own romance novel, then continues. “ ‘I can’t fuck around anymore, pretending it’s you underneath me.’ ‘Is that what you do?’ He cocks an eyebrow. ‘Picture your face as I’m coming inside of another woman?’ I nod. ‘Every time.’ ”
Will that be me when Paige leaves?
The sick knot tightening my gut and constricting my chest gives me the answer.
Paige has wrecked me for anyone else. I want her in my bed, on my calendar, and in every moment of my life.
Logical reasoning tells me to stop this, but there’s nothing rational about how she’s worked her way into my heart like no one else before. She understands who I am and what I stand for.
And she hasn’t judged me for it or given me an ultimatum.
She’s everything I need my partner to be.
And I want to be the same for her for more than one night. I want to understand her just as well and give her that sense of acceptance that she’s unconsciously given me.
I sit up and pull my phone out of my pocket.
She leans up on her elbows, looking flushed. “What are you doing?”
I turn the phone off.
Paige’s surprise is comical. “You can’t do that!”
