Lucas

Thigh shudders.

My goal when eating a woman out is to get them. Trinity’s not only shuddering, she’s writhing as she comes. I’m so bloody turned on that I feel like I’m the one who had a whopping great orgasm. Almost.

Watching her let go is a dream come true. She’s a mass of curves, a symphony of song. I love how open she is, how her gorgeous skin glows with the exertion, and I haven’t even put her through her paces yet. For now, she’s sprawled on my office sofa, her thighs wide, her body inviting me to get snug and deep.

She sits up and grips that part of me dying to slide into her.

“You’ve been so patient, Lucas.” Long, deep strokes of her hand send me on the path to mindlessness.

“Christ, Trinity. I’m going to blow if you keep that up.”

“Hmm. Blow.” And then she swipes her tongue over the head of my dick like it’s a lollipop.

Shit shit shit. This isn’t happening.

Well, it is, but not like this. Not with what I imagine will be a top-of-the-line gob job. I lean down to grab my trousers, but she’s still holding on to that very motivated part of me.

“Love, I need a condom.”

She still holds on. Laughs while I try to maneuver my wallet out of my pocket. Laughs as I tear open the condom package and smooth the condom on.

That’s when I do what makes the most sense to show her this is no laughing matter.

I grab both her ankles and yank her forward on the sofa. With trembling hands, I coast up her legs, her thighs, until I’m palming that sweet ass. The one I intend to own.

Falling to my knees, I ease her forward so I’m lined up to the beautiful target perfectly.

“You ready for me, love?” I tease my cock head along her lips, separating, tormenting. Mapping my way like a Victorian-era explorer.

She whimpers. I ease in slowly like I have all the time in the world, though every inch outside her tight confines kills me. The ride in brings me back to life, her grip on my dick a current sparking waves of electricity through my body.

“Jesus,” I manage.

“Oh god oh god oh god.”

I stay seated inside her for a moment, knowing I can’t last but wanting to give it the old college try. I need her to remember this. Remember me.

“You trying to kill me?” she whispers, her dark chocolate eyes melting to a burnished gold as her gaze meets mine.

I lean in to kiss her, taking her lips softly, then with more urgency as I pull back and thrust hard. Her lips part, my tongue tangles with hers. One of her hands curls around my neck, the other grabs a handful of my arse.

“That’s it, baby,” she urges. “Don’t stop. So good.”

It is. We are. Together, we’re making something incredible, every stroke bringing me deeper and closer. Bringing me to the heart of her.

“You’re so beautiful.” I plunge back in, taunting her to tighten her grip. “Never felt so good.”

Her eyes darken even more, a deep caramel, sweet and soft. Her body lifts to meet my thrusts and she throws one leg over my hip for leverage. It feels like I’m being claimed, though I know that’s foolish. Trinity is attracted to me, but she couldn’t possibly want more. I’m not the kind of man a woman of quality like this would want for the long term. But for tonight, maybe I can dream…

“Lucas,” She brushes her thumb over my lip. “Stay with me.”

“I’m right here,” I say, answering the meaning I’d like to imagine was in that question. “With you.” I stroke harder, longer, all while keeping my eyes on hers. With anyone else I’d look away, for fear of revealing the broken pieces of me, for fear of begging to be fixed.

“That’s my guy,” she says, squeezing her muscles with each thrust. With each moan that escapes my throat. With each beat of my heart.

And when we finally fall apart, it feels like we’ve found something that’s only possible in this moment. Something unrepeatable.

Trinity

We lie there, the glow of our orgasms keeping us warm. He shifts slightly so he’s not lying on top of me, though I love the weight of him keeping me anchored in the now.

“Those women who thought I was the sommelier—you get that a lot?”

Not what I expected for a postcoital sweet nothing, but okay.

“It’s not the first time.”

“Because you’re a woman or because you’re black?”

I love that he sees all the angles. “Both, I suppose. Boobs and skin color have a habit of reframing people’s constructs because they’ve already decided how a particular situation should present itself. Preconceptions are very powerful. Anything different is a violation of the norm.”

I snuggle into him, loving how his strong body feels sheltering mine. It’s strange to be curled up on an office sofa naked as a babe, but it’s been a strange ride since I met Lucas. All the negativity I felt toward him has disappeared—orgasms the cure, for sure—though he’s still technically the enemy, at least on paper. And now he might be in trouble because of me.

“So what about your ethical dilemma?”

I feel his smile curving against my temple. “Resolved.”

“How?” I draw back to look at him, hope taking root in my chest. “You dropped Brian?”

“Got his okay.”

My heart plummets. “You mean…you talked to him about me? About us?”

“It was the only way forward. While you were rocking it at the tasting, I emailed him and asked him to put a waiver in writing. Basically I told him either I have to drop him or he has to say yes. He signed an agreement that any future relationship with you would not be a problem.”

I sit up straight, suddenly feeling vulnerable, as I usually do whenever Brain enters the conversation. I cross an arm over my breasts. “You cannot be serious.”

“I can. And I am. I take my duty to my clients very seriously. Either I drop him or he waives any objection. I told you that this is what would have to happen if we wanted to do this.”

“Yes, but…” The words dry up in my throat.

“Yes, but what?” He’s looking at me intently and I’m very aware of needing to get this right.

“I didn’t want you to get his permission. I—I hate that.”

“I don’t like it, either. But sometimes we have to do things we don’t like to get to do the things we do like.”

“But not that!”

His blue eyes flash. “The obstacle in our path hadn’t changed, yet you still did this. Either you knew I’d have to resolve this ethically, you were hoping I’d lie to my client, or you were thinking that sleeping with me would force me to drop him, thus jeopardizing his petition. Now I know you don’t like him, but I can’t imagine you’d intentionally put his position in danger.” His face shifts to darkness, which is so strange on him. “Would you?”

Maybe. I’m not a nice person where Brian is concerned. “You know I’m not on his side.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to get that.” He pauses, rubbing his chin. After a couple of taut moments, he speaks. “Did you sleep with me thinking this would be a good way to upend your bother-in-law’s legal case? Bed me, now I have no choice but to terminate my representation? And if I didn’t, were you going to…fuck, Trinity, would you have reported me?”

That’s not what I thought at all, but I’m so stunned by his accusation that I’m slow to respond. That pause makes him jump.

Right to the wrong conclusion.

“Jesus Christ, Trinity, that’s fucked up.” He stands, naked and glorious, hands on hips. He’s still half erect, which makes me want to either suck him or laugh uproariously, neither of which are appropriate responses to this situation. “What the hell? This isn’t a game! I told you what would have to happen. Either I lose his business, tank my career, or get his blessing. Which would you rather?” He shakes his head…and his dick shakes in sympathy. I’m inappropriately mesmerized. “Besides, he was fine with it.”

Oh. In the haze of my annoyance and getting lost in Lucas’s dick-sand I didn’t think too hard about that. “Why would he be okay with it?”

“Why do you think, Trinity?”

I can guess. Brian thinks Lucas will spy on me, take back some insider knowledge—and shit, now I’m wondering the same.

“Sleeping with the enemy?”

“I’m not the enemy, Trin.”

“I mean me. Is that what you’re doing? Using me to get the inside track?”

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.”

This is going from bird crap to Great Dane turds on toast. “Maybe this isn’t a good time to talk. I’m just feeling sensitive about Brian having some say over this. Over my life.”

“Right, I hear you. But no one has power over you unless you give it to them.”

People always say that, but saying it doesn’t make it so.