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  I caught his wrist with one hand, baring my teeth and sucking on his fingers hard. I reached down with the other to grasp his hair and hold him in place as I ground my hips against his face over and over. The vibrations from the car as we made our way through the city matched the hunger with which he was licking me. It was enough to push me to the edge, so close I could almost taste it, my body so close to giving in, my mind lost to anything but the feel of—

  “Oh God! Oh God! Yessss!”

  My entire body felt like it was tearing itself in every direction, my hands clenching and relaxing, my pussy pulsing around his fingers as white-hot adrenaline swept through me.

  I let out a cry as he pulled his fingers from my mouth, the sound exploding in the small space around us, and he just barely lifted his mouth from my pussy, his lips still brushing against me, a relief to my oversensitive skin. My eyes were open the whole time, watching him watching me, and something about the way we were exchanging our gaze was making the whole thing even more intense. My hips slowly drifted back to the seat below me, one leg still dangling on the floor, foot skimming against the carpeted floor of the limo like someone had just knocked me unconscious. I felt like I could have just passed out, my body completely exhausted by what had just happened. The mixture of the anxiety and adrenalin that had led to me winning the case followed by the intensity of this encounter had me feeling like I needed nothing more than to crawl into bed and catch at least a day and a half of sleep.

  “You okay?” Zach murmured as he climbed back on top of me. I nodded, and he leaned down to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips, and the mixture of him and me on his mouth was somehow the sexiest thing about him. I reached down to slide my hand between his legs, but he brushed it away.

  “It’s okay,” he assured me. “We’re almost at your office.”

  “Are you sure?” I wanted to pleasure him, to pull him to the heights of pleasure he’d just drawn me to, but there was also a part of me that was relieved, knowing I was too tired to do anything with any conviction.

  “I’m sure,” he replied, stroking a strand of loose hair from his face. “You’ll just have to owe me.”

  “I will,” I promised, and he kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth, as though he didn’t want me to forget the taste of us together. As if I ever would.

  The car came to a halt, and my mind started to drift back down to Earth. Had this been the right choice? I glanced out the window and caught a glimpse of my reflection. I looked flushed, excited. Like a woman who’d just had a crazy orgasm in the back seat of a limo. I had to go back to the office soon, but the last thing I wanted was for anyone to figure out what was going on between Zach and me, whatever the hell it was.

  “We could take it around the block again,” he suggested, a grin spreading over his face. I stared at him, and he cocked an eyebrow.

  “Just a thought,” he replied, and it was clear if I told him I just wanted to get out of the car and be done with this, he would’ve let me without a second thought. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to go around the block. Again and again.

  I glanced down to see his cock straining in his pants. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to just hang around a little longer.

  Zach must have seen the submission in my eyes because at once, he leaned forward and tapped on the hopefully soundproof glass window between us and the driver. The driver rolled it down at once.

  “Around the block,” he suggested. “A few times.”

  “Of course, sir,” the driver nodded, and I did my best to avoid his gaze in the rearview mirror as he slid the glass back up between us. Zach turned to me and pushed me back on to the seat.

  “Handled,” he said.

  I chuckled. “Yes, I suppose it is.”

  “Did you really think I was done with you?” he murmured softly into my ear, catching the lobe between his teeth briefly and sending a shiver down my spine.

  Chapter 13

  Zach

  Watching Jessi come was hot as fuck. I was ready for more of her sweet cunt. I pushed her back on the seat and dove in between her thighs once more. She tipped her head back and moaned when I pressed my lips to her pussy.

  “Yeah, right there.”

  I moaned an approval. I couldn’t believe this was happening. After all that time I’d spent trying to figure out how I could get her back into my bed, she’d pretty much thrown herself at me today. Who knew that all it took was a glass of champagne, a limo, and the thrill of winning a case? I slid my hands under her ass and pulled her closer, groaning slightly as I tasted her.

  I could get addicted to this. In fact, I almost felt like I already was, satisfying some thrill I couldn’t find anywhere else but between her legs. I would’ve stayed here all day if she’d let me, driving her crazy, pushing her to the edge and then pulling back over and over again until she was begging me to make her come. But there were other things I wanted to do to her before I dropped her off at the office, and I wasn’t sure how much time she had. All I knew for certain was I’d be damn sure I made the most of it.

  I licked her hungrily, like she was my last feast, until she was squirming in the way she had before when she was getting close. Her body arched, her face contorting and her mouth opening and closing as though trying to find words.

  My cock was rock hard, almost bursting out of my slacks. I couldn’t wait to be inside her. Once I slid my thick finger in her slick asshole, she came undone. Yeah, she liked that. I sealed my mouth around her pussy and sucked, finger fucking her ass and she let out a moan that damn near made me come in my pants.

  I gave her a second or two to recover, sitting up and wiping the back of my hand over my mouth. I could have watched her like this all day, squirming and writhing, waiting to be sated, but I had other plans. And it seemed—so did she.

  “Condom?” she panted, and I pulled one from my pants pocket. I quickly pulled down my pants, took my cock in my hand and rolled it on. She placed her hands on my chest and pushed me down.

  “Payback,” she murmured, pulling her hair across her back and letting it tumble down around her shoulders. Fuck, she looked hot like that. She reached down, took my cock in her hand, and lowered herself down on top of me.

  “Mmm,” she moaned softly, tipping her head back as she took every inch of me. She held herself there for a brief time, and I lifted my hands to her waist and stroked up and down her body. She looked so damn good in control, just like she was back in the court room. And then, she began to grind.

  “Fuck yeah baby. Fuck my cock. Ride it.” God, she was sexy. Too sexy.

  She moved slowly at first, rocking her hips back and forth just barely, just enough that I could feel her pussy flexing around my dick. I pressed my lips together, furrowing my brow to keep from growling.

  I sank my fingers into her hips, holding her tight, guiding her on my cock. I thrust up to meet her, finding a pace, burying myself inside her. Though she was taking me up to the hilt, I craved more, wanting to get deeper and further inside her, determined to feel every inch of her. I wanted to get up under her skin and not let go.

  She paused at the bottom of one of her thrusts, circling her hips around and around, letting out a little moan of pleasure as she did so. I leaned back to watch her, to watch us together, and then she began to ride my cock with purpose.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” she moaned. It was sexy to hear her speak like that, knowing that she’d completely lost herself in me. I could have listened to her talk dirty to me all day, but with the hunger with which she was riding me, I knew I wasn’t going to hold out much longer. The sweet taste of her had pushed me close to the edge, and watching her in the throes of pleasure as she fucked my cock was enough to get me there. I ran my hand up her back and gripped her hair, sitting up so I could kiss her, wrapping the other arm around her waist to hold her steady as I fucked her hard. She gripped me, fingers digging into my shoulders and mouth hanging open, her breath coming fast and hard against my ear. I knew she was cl
ose. So was I. I gritted my teeth, pressing my face into her neck, inhaling the gorgeous scent of her, committing it to memory and totally losing myself.

  The orgasm was almost more a relief than anything else, my body relaxing beneath her as I bottomed out deep inside her pussy. She came, tensing around my cock and releasing with a long, shaky sigh against my ear. She ran her nails lightly over my scalp, kissing my neck, holding herself on top of me as though not willing to give the experience up quite yet. I knew exactly how she felt. Even knowing I’d need at least a few minutes before I could go again—and believe me, I wanted to—something in me wanted to draw the experience out for a while, to enjoy the feel of her on top of me, the weight of her sweet body leaning up against mine. We were wrapped in each other’s arms, holding each other tight, intimate in ways I wasn’t prepared for.

  And then, she lifted off me in one swift motion, rolling her skirt down and grabbing for her panties where I’d threw them earlier. She pulled them on quickly, rolled her skirt down, and patted her hair back into place. I watched her, a small smile on my face. I didn’t know what to make of it, and it bothered me that she already seemed so removed from what we’d just done.

  “What are you doing?” I asked carefully, not wanting to say anything that would shatter the moment between us completely. She didn’t look around, as though she was embarrassed at what had happened between us.

  “I need to get back to the office,” she reminded me, and all the gorgeously sexy hoarseness that had been in her voice just minutes before was gone. I couldn’t believe, looking at her now, that it had only been a matter of seconds since she’d been on top of me, holding me so tight I wasn’t sure she’d ever let go. I stared at her. This didn’t make sense.

  “I’ll get the driver to swing back around,” I muttered without thinking. I’d accommodate her, sure, but was that really it? She was slipping back into ice-queen mode so quickly I was starting to wonder if any of it had ever happened. She’d come out of the courtroom buzzing with excitement and then slipped into this car burning with desire, and now she was just blank? It was as though she’d carefully arranged her features so they wouldn’t show an ounce of reaction to the desperate looks I was giving her. I didn’t know what I could do to get her to stay, but as I dressed myself and leaned forward to let the driver know it was time to drop her off, I knew I was running out of time to come up with something.

  She didn’t make eye contact as we pulled around to the office. The only sound in the car was of the champagne glass bouncing back and forth on the floor where she’d dropped it earlier. I wanted to pick it up, but I wasn’t sure if the acknowledgement that it was there would go against what she wanted right now. I snuck another look at her. What the fuck was this? She’d practically thrown herself at me, and now she was acting as though we hadn’t so much as laid a finger on each other, that this had actually been just a lift back to the office. It was fucking me up, and I couldn’t figure out how she could have swung from desperately horny sex goddess pulling my head between her legs to completely cold without breaking stride.

  Before she could get to the door, I remembered the lawyer, the other lawyer in the courtroom. They had something going on and I’d sworn I’d get her to tell me the story. I turned to her, and she finally met my gaze.

  “That lawyer, the other one in the courtroom,” I began, and she pressed her lips together at once as though I was touching on something she really didn’t want to think about.

  “What, the one I beat?” she threw back, a flash of cockiness in her eyes.

  “The very same,” I agreed. “What was the deal with him?”

  “What do you mean?” Her eyes slid away from mine.

  “I mean, it seemed like there was history between you,” I pointed out. “Like something had happened.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied firmly, but she looked terrified, as though I’d hit a nerve. The car drew to a halt, and she looked away from me, telling me this conversation was firmly over. I frowned. What the fuck had happened between her and that asshole to make her so nervous about just talking about him?

  We arrived back at the office. I got out and held the door open for her. It was old-fashioned, but it was the only thing I could think of as a last attempt to get her to look me in the eye before she left. I guess I hadn’t seen this coldness the last time, when she’d left me in my apartment, and I was glad I hadn’t because this felt like rejection of the most confusing kind. Her eyes briefly flicked up to meet mine, and there was a hint of something there. Whether it was guilt, excitement, apology, or some mixture of all three, I couldn’t tell, but it was enough to keep me staring at her as she made her way up the steps and back into her office. Leaving me standing next to the limo, wondering what in the hell had just happened.

  Chapter 14

  Jessibelle

  I slunk back into the office, ducking away from his questions. I didn’t want to answer them, didn’t want to think about them, because handling that on top of everything else that had just happened felt impossible.

  What a fucking mess of a day it was. I mean, I’d won the case. At least I had that under my belt, something I could take back to the guys upstairs if they questioned anything that had happened between Zach and me. But then, of course, I had to go and undercut my success but having dirty sex with him in the back of his damn limo. What was it about that car that got me going so much? Or was it his presence that pushed me over the edge? It was hard to tell the difference.

  I headed back to my desk and felt as though what I’d done was scrawled over my forehead for everyone to see. Like the walk of shame. Yep, that was what it was.

  The fucking walk of shame.

  I got a couple of sideways glances and checked to make sure my skirt was pulled down where it belonged—it was—and that my blouse was still buttoned up. There was one button popped open and I quickly fastened it and focused in on my laptop. Just pretended like it hadn’t happened. That was the best course of action. Well, that, and making sure it never happened again. Once six o’clock came, I left the office to go home and think about how I could get my life back on track.

  ***

  I couldn’t sleep that night, tossing and turning, halfway in and out of consciousness as I tried to make sense of what had happened between Zach and me. And, of course, trying to figure out how I felt about seeing Aston again. That handshake. It had lingered for a second too long, and though I hated him for all he’d put me through, that didn’t mean there wasn’t anything there when he touched me. Maybe that was what started the tension between Zach and me, this odd, misplaced desire that seemed to be coming out of me in every direction. Or maybe I just couldn’t resist him whenever we ended up alone.

  I was not going to fall for him. Never. Not even if his fingers and his mouth could make me come like I did. Nope. He was a gorgeous man and my client. And the shit with Aston? What was that? I couldn’t still have feelings for him. He fucked that bitch right in front of me!

  Sex with Zach in the limo was more than anything I’d ever felt before, more intense, more desperate, more sexy. Like two bodies on fire for each other. Damn. I needed that—or was it him? Was it just his body? His mind? His panty-melting smile?

  “Fuck! I have to stop thinking about him.” I scolded myself. As soon as it was over, I felt crippled by awkwardness and had to get out of there. I should’ve stuck around a little longer, but I had no idea what to say to him or how to act after what we’d done. I saw the hurt in his face, the look that told me he wanted something more, that he at least expected me to stick around and not dash out mere seconds after he’d pulled out of me. But then the whole crazy day exploded before my eyes. Aston was trying to screw me again in court. Zach was screwing me in the back of the limo. I might be screwing with my future. All I could think of was getting out of that car.

  I finally fell asleep and woke early to find my phone blinking with a message. I picked it up, frowned, and played it back.r />
  “Hey.” A familiar voice came down the line, and I instantly found myself wide awake at the sound of it. What time had Zach left a message?

  “I wanted to talk about the case,” he said, sounding a little frazzled around the edges as though he’d been up for a long time and needed some sleep. “Call me when you get this, Jessi, okay?”

  He’d called me Jessi. No one ever called me that. Then, he paused, like he wanted to say something else, and didn’t. I leaned forward in bed, silently urging him to come out with it, but he hung up, leaving me to listen to the cool-toned phone menu asking me if I wanted to delete the message or listen to it again. I hit END and tossed my phone on my bed. Okay. What now?

  Well, first I had to get dressed and head into the office. Because calling him back now was a terrible idea. I noticed my phone was still lit up. I grabbed for it and there were three more messages waiting for me, all recorded in the middle of the night. I listened to them all one by one. They all said the same thing, roughly, and it sounded as though he was excited to reveal to me whatever his plan was. Jesus, did this guy ever sleep? Or did he spend all his time plotting?

  As I slipped into the shower, I reminded myself that yes, of course he slept. I watched him do it for a little while before I’d left him alone in his apartment a few weeks ago.

  I wondered what it would’ve been like if I’d just stayed that morning. How would it have been to wake up next to him? To open my eyes and find him looking back at me? To feel him pull me close against his body in the morning, to feel his lips brush across the back of my neck ever so gently as he drew me from sleep to wakefulness. Would he be the morning sex kind of guy, would we have spent the day in bed lazily grinding on each other? The thought was more tempting than I cared to admit. If I’d just stayed.