Chapter 8

Gage

Lauren was keeping me on pins and needles, and although at first, I had hoped she was messing with me, I knew she wasn’t. We left the kitchen for the office to get a bit of privacy from Chloe. Lauren went to fetch her bag, and when she came in, she took a chair beside me in front of my desk.

“I’m sorry, honey. It’s something that happened today. Reed showed me the new case, and I recognized the defendant.”

“Meaning you know him? Is it me?” My heart sank a moment, wondering what I could have possibly done to deserve a suit against me, but then she shook her head.

“No, honey. Of course not. I’d have told you already if that were the case, although this might not be much better, in all honesty.”

“Who is it?” I couldn’t wait much longer.

“James Bivens. It seems one of the apartment buildings he was involved with building caught fire. Here’s the case file.” She reached into her bag and pulled out the file, and from that, she took the paper and held it out.

“If it were one of my projects, I think I’d have heard about it already, but I better take a look.” I took the paper and looked at the suit, breathing a sigh of relief when I realized I didn’t have anything to do with that project. “No, I didn’t work on this one. I was recovering when he tried to get my foreman involved. Glen didn’t want to take on another project at the time since I was out of touch for the most part. I had these bad headaches for the first month. Terrible tinnitus.”

“Thank God. Reed wants to go after this one. He’s itching for a good case, and this one comes with a hefty take. I told him I’d ask you what you thought about it.”

“How I feel about it? Hell, baby, I’m not even sure. I mean, you know James.”

“I actually don’t know James. We’ve never met, remember?”

“You speak to him now and then when he calls. He knows you as my wife. He’s not going to like me sleeping with the enemy, no matter who was in bed with who first.”

“I know. I figured that’s how it would be, and I told Reed that, but he wanted me to ask anyway.”

I couldn’t believe her brother would think that would work. “Isn’t that a conflict of interest?”

“Yes, it is. I would have to recuse myself from the case, and even if Reed tried to go at it alone, if the defense finds out that he’s my brother and law partner, they could sanction us for ethical violations and maybe even malpractice.”

“So why even ask me? Unless he just wants to rub it in my face.”

“He was hoping you wouldn’t be involved enough to make it work, I’m sure. But he doesn’t realize how close you and James are, either.”

“Whatever. I saved the guy’s life. I’m stuck with him now for all of eternity.” I let out a breath and tried to get the sound of metal crashing out of my ears. It never failed that when I talked about the crash, the ringing came back for a moment, but only in my mind.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I should have just told him to forget it, but you know he’s in charge. Besides, he’s my oldest brother.” She had always been the baby and the only girl, so everyone in her family had always treated her like a little princess, one who needed protecting, one they took care of.

“I get it. Can we just forget that we’re a part of the world for a moment.” I leaned forward, taking her bag from her lap and putting it on the floor. “Come here. Give me something to forget the world.” I kissed her softly, and then she moved closer, shifting around to sit in my lap, her arms coming around my neck and her fingers winding into my hair.

“That’s my girl.” I stroked her hair and then patted her bottom. “You know, sometimes I fantasize that we’re fucking in here?”

“Yeah? Right here in your office?” We’d never gotten to break the room in properly. Having kids and a cook roaming around put the kibosh on that.

“Yeah, right here. First, I’d get up and lock the door. Then I’d meet you over by my desk.”

“Sounds detailed.” She let out a little laugh.

“It is very detailed. So detailed, that maybe it would be easier to show you what I’m talking about.” I patted her bottom, and she stood between my legs and backed away to help me from my seat.

“Mm. I’d like that.”

I gave a sly grin and then went to the door to turn the lock. Then I walked across the room, and she met me at the desk, just like in my fantasy.

“Remember how you told me I shouldn’t have a clean desk?” She’d been upset that I liked my desk with as little clutter as possible.

“Yes.” She gave me a little smile.

“If I had a desk full of clutter, I couldn’t do this.” I put my hands on her waist and laid her back on the desk as I kissed her hard.

I slipped my hand down and reached up her skirt, feeling the soft, warm flesh of her thighs. I found the lace stretched around her hip and slipped my hand under the fabric. She moaned a little at my touch, and I broke our kiss as I slipped my hand down between her legs and rubbed pressure over her swollen bud.

“What comes next in your fantasy?” She met my eyes with so much passion in hers that I felt my cock twitch.

“You do.” I pushed my fingers up into her wet channel, stroking and fucking her until she clenched, her pussy going into a fit of spasms as her release splashed my palm. “That’s my girl.”

I was rock hard, and knowing she was wet and ready for me made my head spin. I pushed her skirt up higher and then pulled her panties down to her knees. There was nothing sexier. “Leave those right where they are.”

“Anything you want.”

“I like your attitude because that’s exactly what I’m going to do to you. Are you ready for that?” I had never taken anything from her without asking or having her permission, so when she nodded, I spun her around, pushed her face first over the desk, and nudged my way between her feet.

“This is what you fantasize about, huh?” She turned to look at me over her shoulder.

“Do you like it?” I leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

“I love it. I think we should do lunch hour in the office more often.”

“That’s fine with me; I’ll take you anytime, anywhere I can get you. You know I always want more and more. You make me the greediest man on the planet.” She’d always fulfilled my every need, but I would never stop needing her; wanting her.

“Then take me hard, and show me how dirty these fantasies can get.” She had no idea what she was asking. There were some things I’d dreamed that were better off keeping to myself and staying part of a fantasy, but then, I did appreciate the open opportunity.

I centered my cock at her slit, and she wiggled against it, soaking me with her juices and spreading them across my broad head. I pushed my hips forward, taking her deep in one hard thrust, and she clawed at the desk, holding on to the sides to brace herself as I pounded her steadily.

“Yes. Harder, Gage. Please. Fuck me harder.” I gave her all I had and reached up to rub her clit, sending her into another fit of writhing passion. I remained relentless until she cried out and her knees buckled, the panties no longer around them but dangling around her ankles.

“Such a bad girl letting those panties fall. I should punish you.”

“Please, punish me.” She gave a little giggle, and I pulled my cock free of her soaked channel.

“Oh, such a dirty girl, begging for it.” I thrust back in, harder still, my hips slapping against her ass with so much force, I was sure Chloe could hear it. The thought of that was even hotter, though I’d never admit that to her in a million years, but it had me holding her hair and driving hard.

I pulled free and spun her around by her arm. “On your knees.”

She fell to her knees and opened her mouth just in time to take my load across her lips and on her tongue. She rubbed her tits under her blouse and swallowed it down, licking her lips.

“That was so hot, baby. Can we do it again tomorrow?” She gave me a wink and then rose up to her feet and kissed me.

I nuzzled her neck. “Anytime you want.”

She sighed. “I guess it’s time to go back to the real world.”

“As long as we go together, I’m good.”