I’d known and enjoyed beautiful women my entire adult life.
There wasn’t a young man who didn’t think about sex twenty-four/seven. I was no different and in truth, I’d lost my virginity to a much older woman. Now I laughed about the age gap. She’d been maybe five years older. The experience had been rough and sadly, highly unmemorable.
Maybe because I hadn’t been able to truly appreciate the beauty a woman offered from inside out. What stupid guy, hot and horny, could? Pussy. That’s what I’d thought about in my early twenties.
By the time I’d hit thirty, I’d realized women were masters of using sex as a weapon. Much more so than men. After that, there’d been the push to settle down and raise a family.
From my parents as well as my uncle.
Even though they’d known that wasn’t the kind of man I was. I’d merely enjoyed a morsel or two over the years, barely acknowledging their names and definitely never allowing them to believe we were sharing a relationship. I’d been peggedwith a type, those who wouldn’t or couldn’t provide me with complications.
Call me shallow. Maybe I was, but it was simply better in the long run.
Maybe that’s why my reaction to the lovely golden blonde had caught me off guard again and again. Yet this time there was a deeper pull, a need not only to enjoy a taste, but something darker.
Something more possessive.
Here I was fighting murder charges and my dick had remained hard from the moment she’d walked into the courtroom. My attraction wasn’t simply about her outward appearance. She was beautiful, yes, but in a classic way. Especially since she was dressed in a typical boring suit purchased at any big box clothing store.
My lurid mind had immediately changed her clothing to something far more seductive. The visionary moment had kept me unfocused. She was at least ten years younger, which shouldn’t matter in the least.
What did was her position as the prosecuting attorney.
While I should be heading to my awaiting SUV, avoiding the press and anyone bothering to undermine my attention, I found myself remaining where I was. She was far too intriguing not to engage in a brief conversation with. A different type of interrogation.
My attorney had left me alone, knowing I could fend for myself while handling the bail. Now I planned on enjoying a few moments of crawling under the lovely lady’s skin.
The entire case was circumstantial, Sebastian being stonewalled in obtaining certain aspects of the case, including some forensics evidence. With me sitting in jail and even with Jacques breathing down Sebastian’s neck, it had become painfully clear that the criminal attorney was in way over his head.
Which was another reason I was so swept up in the lure of the stunning woman. She’d come into court as if a bull in a china shop, determined to keep me behind bars. I wanted to know why and the bad boy inside craved a taste of her.
If I couldn’t have that, I could certainly enjoy the tether of electricity we’d already experienced.
I eased from around the desk, buttoning my jacket. With every slow step as I moved closer, I could feel her body heat rising. Even the way her lower lip quivered while trying to ignore my approach caught my eye.
“I’d stop right there if I were you, Mr. Prince.” She slowly lifted her head, eyeing me with a surprising coldness even as her scent of desire became evident.
Obviously, she was intent on ignoring our previous meetings.
“I’m sorry, Catherine. Am I frightening you? Certainly not my intentions.” I’d asked Sebastian her name and he’d quickly told me her personality was prickly and that I didn’t want to be tampering with the case. Well, he didn’t know me very well since there was no enjoyment in following anyone’s rules but my own.
She scoffed as if I simply annoyed her. “Ms. Devereaux is my name. Very little frightens me, Mr. Prince. Especially men who use violence to make up for their teensy-tiny dicks.”
The brash woman put her thumb and forefinger very close together to provide a visible indication of what she believed I was carrying between my legs.
At that moment, the very sadistic side of me ventured to the surface. Envisioning her without her conservative clothing, tethered by chains while I fucked her long and hard was the most pleasurable thought I’d had in days.
I studied the long line of her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume as the lurid images lingered. I could only imagine the color of her nipples, which were already hard from the arousal I’d noticed from the moment she’d walked into the courtroom.
Her response was amusing, enough so I laughed. “I don’t think we need to fall into the trap of using sexual innuendos. You’re a highly intelligent woman. That’s easy for me to see. Whether or not I’m well-endowed enough for you is something we could discuss over dinner.”
She laughed in a highly dramatic way, which indicated I’d made her very nervous. I didn’t mind doing that. In fact, I wouldn’t mind doing so more often just so I could hear her laugh even if this time, she was adding sarcasm. “Thank you for the offer, Mr. Prince, but I would rather spend my evening with an alligator on steroids.” She tried to sidestep me, but I purposely crowded her space.
“You certainly didn’t seem fearful the day we met. Or even the other night when I possibly saved your life.”
As soon as I made the statement, she paled. Perhaps she thought I wouldn’t recognize her. She could have no idea I prided myself in never forgetting a pretty face.
Or that I’d envisioned tying her to my bed.
