Chapter 12

Jessibelle

I felt as though something in me might burst any second, overflowing with excitement at what I’d just managed to pull off. Not only had I just won my first case, but I’d beaten my asshole ex in the process. It didn’t get much better than that. I glanced at Zach, at the smile on his face. We were sitting close together on leather seats, close enough our legs were touching, and I felt a spark of electricity pass from his leg to mine. I took a deep breath. I could’ve asked him to let me out here, to let me walk the rest of the way to my office or get a cab of my own or something. But the excitement zinging through my brain told me to stay. Just for now.

“Champagne?” he offered, reaching into a discreet metal icebox that sat tucked beneath one of the sears. “To celebrate your victory.”

“I don’t see why not,” I replied, even though my brain was doing a good job coming up with a bunch of very compelling reasons why not, most notably that my guard was down and drinking on top of that was probably going to end pretty badly for me. But I didn’t care. Maybe I wanted to put my guard down. In court, all I’d been able to think about every time I’d laid eyes on him was him fucking me from behind and making me come so hard my body felt like it was going to shatter. I shouldn’t have allowed my brain to stray into such dangerous territory, but I was still giddy with excitement and couldn’t turn off the reckless little side that was desperate to be indulged for once.

He poured me a glass, and I took a sip, the bubbles filling my head and instantly relaxing me. I hadn’t realized how much tension I’d been carrying from the case until now, until it all left my body just like that. It was like someone had lifted this powerful iron weight from my shoulders. I felt instantly better and pressed my leg against his once more. A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, right? It wasn’t like anything would come from this.

I finished up my glass of champagne in one more gulp, and he lifted an eyebrow in that sexy smolder he had down perfectly.

“Another?” he asked, and I nodded. He obliged at once, and I found my gaze heading toward his mouth once more. God, I remembered all too well what his mouth was capable of. Should I take advantage of that? We were sitting in the exact same spot we were in when we’d kissed for the first time, the two of us losing ourselves to each other completely. I knew giving in to him again would only complicate whatever it was we had between us, but that didn’t make it any less tempting. I realized, sitting there watching him, just how badly I wanted him and how little there was standing in the way of my pouncing on him right then and there. I could just go for it. No thinking, no second-guessing. Just his mouth on mine. He turned back around, and without giving myself another second to think about it, I leaned in and kissed him.

He tasted of champagne and man. Just like that, I was whisked back to our encounter in this car, to the tipsy feeling of needing him so badly that it felt like something physical, like an addiction, like a need I was required to fill. As soon as our lips touched, the same sensations overwhelmed me. Any kind of resolve I might have built up was out the window. My champagne glass slipped from my hand and fell to the ground with a small thud, and he reached over to pull me close, our tongues meeting as his hands traveled all over my body.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he breathed into my ear, his voice almost a growl. “Bent over my couch like that.”

I couldn’t manage anything beyond a moan, but I didn’t need any words. Our bodies could do all the talking. He grasped my ass, pulling me against him, and I slipped my hand between his legs to find his cock already growing hard inside his pants. But he wasn’t interested in his own pleasure. No, as he pushed me back on to the leather seats, it was clear he had one thing in mind and one thing only.

“I’ve wanted to taste you again so badly,” he murmured, looking up at me as he pushed my legs apart and began rolling up my skirt to expose me. I wriggled on the seat, glad I’d taken this chance, but unable to shake the feeling I’d end up in trouble for indulging myself like this. But, as his lips touched the sensitive spot between my thighs, everything rushed from my head, and the only thing I could focus on was his tongue on me.

He kissed me through my panties, and the warmth of his breath against my already-aching pussy almost had me undone. I didn’t know how long we had before we arrived back at the office, but I hoped it was long enough to get me off. If I could climax before then, I was good to go. The thought of going back into the office with this level of arousal rushing around my body was unthinkable. I could barely keep my head straight as it was, and walking around like this at work would be damn near impossible.

He seemed as aware of the time crunch as I was, and he skipped straight through the teasing he’d put me through last time and pulling my panties down just far enough to expose my pussy. I moaned as the cool air hit me; I was so wet, I could feel it on my thighs. He looked up at me, flicking his gaze toward mine, and then finally, he pressed his mouth to my pussy and licked.

God did he lick!

My back arched, and my hands grasped for anything to keep me tethered to the seat as he flattened his tongue against my clit and began slowly licking up and down. He sank his fingers into my asscheeks, pulling me in closer so he could bury his face in my pussy. His stubble brushed up against the inside of my thighs, and somehow the mixture of feelings—his soft tongue contrasted with the roughness of his five-o-clock shadow—sent me into overdrive. He reached up and pushed two fingers into my mouth, and I sucked and licked on them hungrily. God, did we have time for this? The thought of taking him into my mouth, of having him at my mercy, licking and sucking his cock was as hot as what he was doing between my legs right then.

He touched my outer lips lightly, running his tongue in an arc from one side of my pussy to the other, skipping out on my clit and making me crave his touch even more. He looked up at me again, and there was a flash of amusement in his eyes as he watched me silently plead with him. He obliged, sealing his lips around my clit and working his tongue until I was hard and pulsing with need. He moved his other hand and slipped a finger inside me, twisting it around and stroking my sweet spot in a come-hither motion that made my toes curl. The mixture of sensations, the build-up between my legs, the feel of his fingers in my mouth, it was all too much. I needed to come. I needed to come now.

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.