“We have to put Josh on the witness stand,” Jameson said, bringing me out of my trance. I had been staring at the wall of the conference room for what seemed like an eternity, replaying how badly putting Josh’s brother on the stand had gone.

Zack was younger than Josh, but only by a year. Every time I had talked to him, he’d seemed distraught by what had happened and talked about helping Josh any way he could. But that little motherfucker could act. It was clear after today that all he really wanted was to get his brother out of the way, so he was the next in line to take over the billion-dollar Delaney empire. Judging by the looks he’d gotten from the senior Delaney today, I doubt that was ever going to happen, regardless of what happened to Josh.

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Olivia, Zack played right into the prosecution’s hand today. Hell, they might as well have called him for a witness as bad as he played us.”

Zack had painted Josh in the worst light possible. Made it seem like he was a power-hungry womanizer, who lost his temper at the slightest provocation. It didn’t matter that I had half a dozen other witnesses ready to say otherwise, the jury would take the word of someone that close to Josh.

“I still can’t believe I read him so wrong.” I shook my head. I was rarely wrong about a witness’s motivations, and when in question, I didn’t call them.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it, he fooled us all. His parents, Josh, you and me.”

I smirked. I still wasn’t used to Jameson fighting for me instead of against me.

“What’s that look for?”

“Just thinking about how last week you were yelling objection during my questioning, and now it sounds like you’re trying to butter me up.”

“I am trying to butter you up,” Jameson said. “We have to call Josh. Olivia, it’s the only option and you know it.”

“It’s not. We can still recover … we’ve still got other witnesses.”

“None as strong as we need them to be.”

“What if there is another Zack in the pool? You really think the case can withstand another blow like that?”

“There isn’t.”

“How can you be so sure? Up until two hours ago, you thought Zack was on our side,” he challenged.

“Questioning my ability as a lawyer is not the way to win me over,” I shot back. Jameson came around the conference room table and stopped right in front of me. I looked up at him from my chair.

“Would you rather I bend you over the conference table and fuck you senseless then?” he whispered. Desire rolled through me, and my thighs clenched at the thought. “Or would you prefer I spread your legs and bury my face in your sweet pussy?”

“We’re supposed to be figuring out how to recover from Zack. Not talking about sex,” I said, my voice faltering. I stood so I was on more even footing with him.

“I already presented you with the only viable solution,” Jameson said, taking another step toward me. His cologne filled my nostrils, sending another wave of lust through me.

“It’s not the only solution,” I argued, my resolve growing weaker by the second. “There is always more than one option.”

“When it comes to the ways I’d like to fuck you right now, yes, but in terms of winning this trial, no, it is the only choice, and you know it, Ms. Roberts,” he said, his voice thick with restraint.

“Can I sleep on it?”

“You can think about it until tomorrow, but I can’t promise there will be much sleeping.” He winked and walked back around the table, stuffing things into his briefcase as he did. “I’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes. I’ll call us a car.”

Jameson was leaning against a black town car when I emerged from the building. He opened the door, and then climbed in behind me. We had barely pulled out into traffic before he turned and started kissing my neck. I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes, as Jameson ran his hand up the inside of my thigh and under my skirt. I moaned softly when his fingers brushed over my panties.

I spread my legs to give him better access, but he teased me through the fabric, never giving me the full touch I was craving. Sooner than I expected, the car eased to a stop and my eyes popped open. There was no way we were on the Upper East Side yet.

“Where are we?”

“Your place,” Jameson said, already opening the door and sliding out.

“Why?” Jameson had never been in my apartment. I wasn’t sure why, but suddenly I was nervous about it.

“It’s a hell of a lot closer than my place, and I couldn’t wait.” He palmed my ass as I got out of the car.

My apartment wasn’t nearly as big as his. The small entryway connected to a short hallway that led to the kitchen and living room. Around the corner from the living room were my bedroom and bathroom. There was no balcony, no Central Park view. My kitchen island was granite and much smaller than Jameson’s marble one, and I doubted his sectional would even fit in my apartment, but it had high-end finishes and enough space for me.

Jameson took a brief look around before he turned his attention back to me. His lips were on mine before I could even say anything about the differences in our apartments. He pushed my suit jacket off my shoulders and ripped my shirt open, buttons flying across my kitchen.

“You’re going to have to buy me some new shirts if you keep doing that,” I said.

“I’ll buy you a dozen more shirts if I have to.” He yanked down the top of my bra and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. “I don’t have time for buttons when this is what’s waiting for me underneath.” He ran both palms over my breasts, my nipples hardening and back arching at his touch.

He unzipped my skirt and pushed it to the floor before he lifted me and laid me down on the kitchen island. He stood up straight, still fully clothed, and looked at me like I was a feast and he hadn’t eaten in days.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, running a hand through his hair before he lowered his mouth to mine. He ravaged me with his mouth. My mouth, my breasts, the soft curve of my stomach, the sensitive swollen flesh between my thighs, no part of me was left untouched on his mouth’s tour of my body.

I came twice before he ever unzipped his pants. My muscles were liquid when he finally yanked his shirt over his head and pushed his pants to the floor. He slid on a condom and pulled me off the island, spinning me around and slamming into me.

“Fuck, Jameson,” I cried out. He fucked me hard, his body slapping into mine with every thrust. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my chest, running down my stomach. Jameson grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, arching my back and sending his thrusts even deeper.

“Jesus Christ, Olivia, you’re amazing, this is fucking incredible.” He used his free hand to slap my ass, the sting from his hand and tug on my hair only intensifying my pleasure. He didn’t slow his pace; his thrusts were hard and fast and relentless. My back was wet with sweat, and I didn’t know, didn’t care if it was his or mine.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Make yourself come again, I want you to come all over my cock.”

A small moan escaped my mouth at his words, and I complied immediately, pushing my hand between my legs and finding my throbbing clit. Another moan fell out of my mouth as I ran my fingers lightly over the sensitive bud.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

“That’s it,” Jameson grunted and slapped me again. “Come for me, baby.”

Jameson slapped my ass a third time, and I felt another orgasm begin to build inside me.

“Holy fuck, Jameson, yes,” I moaned as it ripped through me moments later. He pulled my hair harder, my back arching even further as he thrust into me one more time and came, murmuring my name under his breath.

When he finally released the hold on my hair, I collapsed against the island and closed my eyes, the cool stone feeling good against my hot, sweaty body.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking you,” Jameson said. I stood up and gathered my clothes, making my way toward the bathroom for a shower.

“The feeling is mutual, Mr. Beck,” I drawled before I disappeared into the bathroom with a wink.

* * *

“You know if you’re wrong, we’ll lose,” I said, staring up at the ceiling. I felt Jameson shift on the bed beside me and turned my head to see him propped up on one elbow looking down at me. “There will be no chance to recover. Josh will go to prison for the rest of his life.”

“I’m not wrong.”

“How can you be so sure?” I pulled the sheet to cover myself and propped up against the headboard. “I’ve been a defense attorney for ten years, and can count on one hand the number of times I’ve called a defendant to testify.”

“That’s because it’s safer.”

“I take plenty of risks,” I scoffed.

“Maybe you do, maybe you don’t,” Jameson said dismissively. “But the fact is, this case is different. Don’t try to tell me it’s not. We can’t afford to play it safe. Balls to the wall so to speak.”

“I like it better when your balls are slapping against my ass,” I giggled.

“Are you trying to distract me with sex? Again?”

“Always, Mr. Beck,” I drawled, knowing he liked my Southern accent. He crawled toward me on the bed, stopping when his knees were on either side of my legs, his hands resting on the headboard, caging me in. I scanned his naked body and licked my lips.

“Do you trust me, Olivia?” I looked at him closely, watched his blue eyes dance with mischief, and thought about the question. Did I trust him?

“Is that a trick question?” I teased.

“It’s simple. If you trust me, trust the skills and experience I have as a lawyer, you’ll let me call Josh Delaney as a witness.” Once we had stopped fighting and had started working together, I had gotten a chance to see the skills he was talking about, and I couldn’t deny they were impressive. I knew he wouldn’t jeopardize this trial on purpose. Maybe he was right, maybe I was playing it safe, but that wasn’t me. I didn’t get to where I was by playing it safe, especially not in the courtroom.

“Yes,” I finally answered.

“Good, then it’s settled. As long as Josh agrees, we’ll call him as our last witness.”

“What if he doesn’t agree?” I raised an eyebrow. Jameson grinned a wicked, devilish grin and yanked the sheet off me.

“Well, unfortunately for me, my persuasion tactics won’t work nearly as well on him as they do on you.” He bent his head and pulled my nipple into his mouth, and just like that, all thoughts of Josh and the trial were gone.