I’ve died and gone to heaven. That’s the only way to explain the blonde-haired, blue eyed angel who’s sprawled out on my desk. Her chest is heaving, her eyes are wild, and her pussy is still soaked from where I brought her to orgasm with just my thumb and tongue.
Fuck did she taste good.
Sweet as sin.
And when her pussy clenched around my tongue when she came, I’d never experienced anything quite like it. She’s tight and going to feel damn good on my dick.
I grab her hips and yank her closer to me until her ass hangs off the edge of the desk. A moan of anticipation escapes her. Her fingers go to the back of her neck as she unties the top of her dress. My cock slides between the lips of her hot sex but I don’t enter her yet. I’m too busy feasting on the little strip show she’s doing. The moment she peels the dress down to her stomach and reveals her bare breasts, I groan.
Small, peachy nipples.
Tiny white tits that I want to turn purple.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
“Touch them,” I bark out, my voice hoarse with need.
She obeys—good little girl—and teases her nipples with her thumbs. My hips buck against her and she jolts as my cock slides against her still sensitive clit.
“I need to go upstairs and fetch a condom,” I utter but don’t stop rubbing against her.
Her desperate whimper almost does me in. “I’m clean. And you…you’re clean right?”
I nod. “Babies?”
“Pull out,” she breathes, her eyes hooded and urgent.
With my dick in one hand and my other on her hip, I drive deep into her tight body with one powerful thrust. She screams and I nearly black out with pleasure. It’s been so long that I forgot what it’s like to be with a woman.
It’s fucking amazing.
As soon as I start bucking into her, she flashes me a desperate look. “Kiss me.”
I don’t have to be told twice, I slide an arm beneath her and pull her into my arms. Her body settles on my cock and her arms wrap around my neck. With her legs wrapped tightly around me, we’re in a perfect position to kiss. Our lips and tongues fight to get to each other. I step out of my shoes and the rest of my clothes as I walk her to the closest wall which just happens to be my bookshelf. She cries out when I push her against the books and never lose my stride of fucking her.
“God,” I groan against her mouth. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She rips at my hair as she starts to lose herself to another orgasm. This one I can feel claiming her from the inside. Her body seizes around my cock and milks my own climax out of me with such force, I nearly drop her.
I start to pull out to send my come shooting between us, but she has me on lock down, her mouth desperately claiming mine. I’m so wrapped up in her, I don’t even give a damn. I let out a deep moan as the last of my orgasm shoots inside of her.
We both still after some time and our kisses become slower. We’re locked together like some complicated two-piece puzzle. When my cum runs back out of her and slides down my thigh, I slip her off my now flaccid cock and set her to her feet.
“Are you okay?” My voice is hoarse.
She looks up at me with a brightness I’ve yet to see in her eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever been better.”
“Why does it feel like I’m in a fantasy here with you?” she murmurs in the dark, her naked body curled against mine. I stroke her still-wet hair. It was the first time I’d showered with another woman since my wife. I’d forgotten how intimate it could be and after her soaping down my chest, I was ready to fuck her again. I did exactly that against the shower wall while she screamed my name.
“Because it feels too good to be true,” I answer honestly.
She’s quiet for a moment. “You don’t turn into a monster at midnight, do you?”
“No, beautiful. Still your Prince Charming,” I tease, my voice light in an attempt to steer her from dark thoughts of her ex.
Her body turns to face mine. “This is what it’s supposed to feel like, right? It didn’t feel like this with Carson. He was my…he was my only…”
Just the mention of that abusive prick has my blood boiling. “I was lucky enough to find someone compatible and wonderful early on in my life. I lost her but, yes, we shared moments exactly like this. A man is supposed to worship his woman, not hurt her. A man, if he’s any man at all, should want her to soar. Carson liked you under the sole of his expensive shoe. You don’t belong there, gorgeous.”
I can’t see her but I need to kiss her. My lips seek hers in the darkness. Our kiss is unrushed as I take my time tasting her. This thing with Dorian is moving quickly and out of control but I don’t want it to stop. She’s the first real thing I’ve felt in forever. My life has been about my girls. But now that they’re all grown up, I was losing my purpose.
Dorian gives me a feeling of purpose.
I can protect and look after her.
Keep her safe from that motherfucker.
“I like being in your arms,” she admits, her voice sweet and sultry.
I kiss her deeply. My cock is thick and aroused, pressed against her thigh. “You fit perfectly in them.” I nip at her bottom lip causing her to mewl.
“I like that you’re not soft with me despite…despite everything…” Her voice catches. “It’s like you lose control around me.”
I groan because she’s right. I can’t keep my hands off her now that I’ve had her. “I can’t be soft with you,” I tease before sucking on her lip. “Everything is very, very hard.” I thrust against her thigh making her giggle.
“Good. I don’t want you going easy on me. I like it,” she whispers. Her body wiggles against me. “The kinds of bruises you could give me are far different than the ones I’d gotten before. Are you going to bruise me?” Her words are meant to turn me on and provoke me. Fuck, do they ever work.
“Damn right I am,” I growl as I roll her onto her stomach. I kiss her bare shoulder blade before nudging her thighs apart with my knee. “You want to get held down and fucked?”
“Mmm,” she whimpers. “I do.”
I pin her to the bed by her upper arms and begin dragging the tip of my engorged cock against her wet center. My cock slips down between the lips of her pussy and rubs against her clit making her jolt.
“Don’t tease me.” Her voice is muffled against the sheets.
“Like this?”
“Oh, shit,” she curses.
I tease her anyway because I know she likes it. Her moans and squirming tell me so. When she can’t take it anymore and lets out a scream of pleasure, I choose that moment to drive my cock the rest of the way inside of her. Her vaginal walls are still clenching in ecstasy and it feels fucking amazing. I thrust hard and furiously into her, my slick body slapping against hers until I find my own release. A hot jet of cum spurts inside of her but I manage to pull out and shoot the rest on her perfect ass.
“Oh, God,” she whispers. “That was…that felt…”
I smirk as I smear my hand in the evidence of my release on her ass before slapping her flesh. “Coming all over your ass is almost as good as coming inside of you.”
I grab her hips and flip her onto her back. Crawling my way up her body, I kiss her soft skin along the way, paying special attention to her nipples.
“I could get used to this. You. Us,” I admit, my voice husky and raw. “You woke the damn animal inside of me and I’m not sure he’ll ever rest again.”
She grips my hair and guides me up closer to her until our mouths meet again. Her breath is hot against my lips. “Who needs rest?”
I yawn as I stare at an open case file. Maybe staying up until the early morning hours making love to Dorian was a bad idea. My gaze drifts over to the round table in my office where she is tapping away furiously on my laptop. Ignoring my file, I watch her. Her back is straight and there’s a determined glint in her eyes. For a half a second, I worried maybe she wouldn’t be professional while she worked with me. That all dissipated the moment she sat down and started working on what I asked her to with ease and few questions. HR was thrilled that I’d recruited an intern and was glad to push the paperwork along.
“Hmmm,” she hums, her brows scrunching together. She says no more on the subject but I’m sure she’s having a difference of opinion on something she’s reading.
“There are a lot of ‘hmmms’ in this job. There are also a lot of smiles when justice is served,” I say, my voice drawing her gaze to mine.
“How do you do it?” Her nose scrunches as if she’s trying to imagine being in my shoes. “How do you not get angry when the wrong verdicts are reached?”
I adjust my tie and lean back in my leather desk chair. “I just trust the system. Most of the time, it works. And if we don’t get the answer we want, often, I see these cases again in retrials. It’s the attorney’s duty to gather the evidence that will convince a jury. Their job is much more important than mine.”
She nods. “I can see that. The world needs more good attorneys, huh?”
“That they do.” My eyes flit over to the clock. “It’s almost noon and I don’t have to be in the courtroom until two. You want to grab lunch?”
Her lips curl into a breathtaking smile. “Of course.” She closes the laptop and stands. One of her new suits hugs her body like a glove. The light grey material clings to her ass so that you have no doubts about how perfect her curves really are. My dick twitches knowing that I was inside of her again this morning before our shower. We’ve been careless about sex but neither of us seem too bothered by it. I wouldn’t sleep with her unless I felt like something real existed between us. Dorian isn’t the promiscuous type either. She wants whatever blossoms between us as well.
“Your wolfish grins shouldn’t turn me on as much as they do,” she says, her lips lifting on one side.
I stand from my chair and grab my suit jacket from the closet. “I never had wolfish grins until you. I told you that you’d awoken the beast.”
Prowling over to her, I’m elated when she doesn’t cower away but instead lifts her chin as if she’s ready to accept a kiss. I’d be an asshole if I denied her. I slide my fingers into her messy blonde waves and crush my lips against hers. A small moan escapes her as I kiss her deeply and filled with intent. Her hands grip the lapels on my jacket as we kiss.
When we pull apart, my forehead rests against hers. “I’m glad I found you in the club the other night. I didn’t realize how lonely I was until I had you in my arms. I’m glad I held out for you. Nobody else could fill that void, I’m sure of it.”
She sighs and leans forward to kiss my lips again. “I’d sworn off men and then I met you. All powerful and imposing and hot. There was no ignoring you, Max. And quite frankly, I didn’t want to. It’s nice what’s brewing between us. Feels right.”
Her stomach growls and we both laugh.
“Let’s get you out of here so I can feed you. As much as you love my cock, it’ll have to be in the form of dessert later.”
She snorts and I’ve never felt so alive.
“Food trucks remind me of my dad,” she says softly as she crumples up the foil from her taco.
I hold my hand out to accept the trash and add it to the bag in my lap. It was too windy to sit outside but I like having her all to myself in my car anyway. “Yeah?”
She points at a building. “That was his. Before Carson ruined it all. Dad and I would meet out here for lunch a lot. It was funny watching him savagely eat food truck greasy tacos while wearing an expensive Armani suit. He looked out of place, but that was Dad. He did what he wanted. I admired that about him. Fearless. Then…” Her voice catches and she looks down at her lap. “Then it was like he lost his inner fire and was afraid. Afraid of losing everything and having to start over again. I still can’t believe he left me.”
Leaning across the console, I grip her jaw and turn her toward me. Fresh, hot tears roll down her pretty pink cheeks. “Even the strongest people have moments of weakness. He loved you with everything he had. I know he’d be proud of how you’ve risen from the ashes and are forging a new path.”
Her nostrils flare and her bottom lip wobbles. “Because of you. Had you not shown up, I’d be looking for a new job today sporting a black eye or worse.”
“All I did was remind you of who you were,” I murmur, my lips brushing against hers. “You did the rest.”
We kiss and she tastes like lime from her tacos. I could devour her all day but I’ll need to get back to the courthouse soon to get ready for my next case. Our kiss lasts until someone pounds on her window.
Carson glares from the other side of the glass. Rage explodes from within me and I don’t think twice before heaving myself out of the car and stalking over to him.
“Got this all on tape,” he says in a smug tone. “Revered judge fucking my girlfriend. What will the precious public think?” He’s still holding the phone in his hand and I want to swat it from his grip.
But I keep my cool.
I can’t go around acting like a violent hothead like him.
My reputation is on the line.
Plus, he’s only digging himself deeper.
“Mr. Jennings,” I say in a cold voice. “Miss Dresser has filed a restraining order against you. You’re to not be within five hundred feet of her. I suggest you carry yourself away from here before I call Sheriff McMahon.”
His eyes narrow at me. He shuts off the phone and shoves it in his pocket. “Fine. I’m leaving but she’s still my goddamned woman. I’ll get her back, Judge. I always get her in the end. Pretty little Dorian can run,” he seethes, his face turning bright red. “But she can’t fucking hide.”
He storms away.
I don’t realize I’m still staring after him with my fists clenched until two thin arms hug me from behind.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “I was so scared.”
My heart sinks. I hate the fact that he thinks he’ll get her eventually. Over my goddamned dead body.
“You don’t have to be scared around me, beautiful. I won’t let that motherfucker hurt you ever again.”
The vow hangs thick in the air.
It’s a promise I won’t ever break.