by Bay, Louise
Little witch. I’d show her how a real man fucked.
I slammed into her and she grabbed onto my shoulders, her eyes wide and filled with panic. I knew she’d have a hard time staying quiet, and now she knew it, too.
I stilled, buried deep in her and we stared at each other in silent understanding. We both wanted this. Needed this. Since the first day we’d laid eyes on each other we’d been heading to this exact moment. What had gone unspoken had finally been confessed. This wasn’t a look, a touch, a kiss. Her legs were spread and my cock was inside her. There was no going back. And for the first time I understood why it was said that sex is intimate. Before I’d assumed it was due to the lack of clothes but right there, I understood it was much more than that. Having crossed this line in the sand it felt like we’d shut a door on the rest of the world leaving only Violet and me on this side. We were joined.
Slowly I began to move out, not wanting to leave the grip of her but needing to fuck. Needing to pin her against the wall with my cock. I buried my face into her neck, trying to muffle my own sounds—not trusting myself to be able to hold back.
“Alexander,” she whispered in my ear as I pushed back in, deeper this time, and it was so deep, so very, very tight. I’d thought about this so much, imagined it, wanted it and it was even better, even more than I thought it would be.
I wanted her to say that she’d been waiting for this moment, had fantasized about me fucking her against my office wall. I wanted to understand this longing I’d felt these last few days wasn’t one-sided. I needed her surrender. Her fingers tightened in my hair as her body relaxed in my arms. She’d given up, given her control to me—her fight had been replaced with her need for me. It was a victory.
As I began to thrust in and out of her, she clawed at my chest, undoing my buttons, almost desperate for me. Christ, I wanted her naked. I’d like to make her come with just my mouth on her nipples. She was so fucking responsive, I knew I’d have her writhing and begging for release within seconds. If I had longer, I’d spend hours enjoying her body, my tongue finding every sweet spot and I was sure there would be plenty. The grip of her perfect pussy was just the tip of the iceberg, I was sure of it.
“You walk around this wet? Ready to be fucked at all times?” I asked, grunting out each word. “Or is it just for me?”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please God, don’t stop.”
No way—I didn’t think I ever could. I wanted to stay here, fucking her forever, experiencing this delicious slide as I plowed into her, this feeling that if I went deep enough, it would be all I’d ever need.
Her breathing became choppy, her fingernails dug deep into my shoulders and her whole body tensed as she bucked against me, her mouth open, her eyes screwed shut, I nearly lost my grip on her as she began to pulse around me, coming silently on my cock. Fuck, I wanted to hear her scream. Annoyed that the environment dictated how we fucked, I continued to pump into her, watching as she floated back to consciousness with a smile, then dipped her head and pressed a kiss to my jaw. It was so sweet and sexy and caring it nearly broke my rhythm.
I wasn’t done with her yet. I wanted her to understand what I was capable of doing to her. This wasn’t just a fuck. I wasn’t just some guy she worked with. I had the urge to be indelibly etched onto her brain—to have the impact on her that she had on me. And as far as Violet King was concerned, in this moment, I was done fighting urges. I was giving into them all.
She gasped, and I could tell by the way she tightened around my cock that I was going to be able to hold out long enough to make her come again. I twisted my hips and her eyes met mine in panic.
“No, not again,” she said, shaking her head.
“Yes.”
“Alexander, I can’t.”
“You can and you will.”
Her hands fisted against my shoulders but her body relaxed. She was giving herself to me—giving her next climax to me—and there was nothing sexier. I dipped my head to kiss her, wanting every inch of connection that she could give.
She knew now that I wasn’t just some casual guy who didn’t see how truly beautiful she was, didn’t comprehend how smart she was. She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to get away with faking her orgasms like she normally did. No. I’d make her come not once but twice. I’d make her see how good it could be.
I thrust harder, grinding my cock into her until she arched her back and threw her head forward, her mouth against mine, open, desperate, and intimate. I was going to come if we stayed like this and I wasn’t ready. Not yet. Sharply, before it was too late, I pulled out and I released her legs, bracing myself against the wall to catch my breath.
He hands skimmed my torso. “You’ve not—”
I liked that she wasn’t done either. “Nearly,” I whispered. “You just feel so fucking great.” I took a step back. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” I could barely get my words out, I was so hard but without a question, she turned and did as I’d asked.
Perfect.
She might have a smart mouth in the office but she clearly knew how to do as she was told when it came to sex.
After surveying her for a few seconds, taking in the beautiful lines her body made, I stepped forward, and placed my hand between her thighs. “Open.”
Her legs spread, she sighed and stuck out her arse, tempting me like the little witch she was.
I stepped closer to her, and dipped my head. “I know you like to get fucked, Violet but it’s not normally like this, is it? Not usually this good. This is as good as it gets. And you’re so desperate for me to make you come again.”
Her fingernails scratched the wall as she fisted her hands. “Just as desperate as you,” she replied.
I chuckled. She had some fucking nerve. I’d show her who was desperate. I nudged my thumb to her entrance, pressing and flicking my fingers across her clit.
She snapped her head around and looked at me desperately. “Please,” she said, her words coated in her need.
She pulsed beneath my hand and I found myself relaxing, knowing that she was as tightly wound as I was.
Pressing her lips together, she tried to stifle her own sounds. Her body jerked and she looked at me as if she were pleading for mercy as my fingers worked her into a frenzy. I wasn’t about to stop. She’d asked for this. She needed to be careful what she wished for.
Her engorged clit throbbed under my fingers as she began to whimper and her wetness seeped over my hand. God, I wanted to lick her, suck her, taste her, and for a moment I almost sank to my knees and did just that. I stopped myself as her groans became more pronounced.
I needed to be inside her. I wanted to feel her tighten around my cock as she climaxed.
I rammed in and nearly blacked out at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body. I couldn’t stop now. I knew she was close and I was chasing her, trying to get to the finish line at the same time as I fucked and fucked. Her pussy clenched around me and I pushed in one final time, coming as if it were my first time, my body stiff, desperate to prolong our connection as long as I could.
I was sure our heavy breathing could be heard echoing through chambers, but I was too sated to care. She was the fuck of the year. Of the fucking decade.
“See? I told you you’d be coming so hard you’d see stars,” I said as I released her legs and slid off the condom.
“Get over yourself. There were no stars,” she said, still panting as she straightened out her skirt.
I chuckled. Her flushed cheeks and ripped underwear told a different story. “Is that right?” I raised my eyebrows.
She shrugged, but for once didn’t argue.
I’d seen fucking stars for Christ’s sake. It was great. It had been more than great. And I could tell by the softness in her eyes and the way she was still unsteady on her feet that she felt it too. But I liked the fact that she wasn’t swooning and telling me how great I was—it wasn’t what I was used to but I respected her for it. Liked her better because of
it.
Maybe now she’d stop invading my thoughts and distracting me from what was important but as I stood captivated by her neck as she smoothed out her glossy black hair, focused on her legs as she slipped her high heels back on, something told me it wasn’t going to be that easy.
Chapter Eleven
Violet
No more fantasizing about Alexander Knightley. No more anything to do with Alexander. And definitely no more office sex. I had to put myself on a time-out from being reckless. I wanted to keep this job—I was enjoying it. And I wasn’t sure which member of chambers was Darcy’s grandfather’s friend, but the last thing I wanted to do was embarrass Darcy by getting caught fucking one of the barristers.
“Violet,” Jimmy called from behind me.
I jumped and spun around in my chair. “Hi.”
“Any luck in getting more invoices raised for Mr. Knightley’s clients?”
Thank God. For a second, I’d thought he was going to tell me I was fired. Or that everyone knew what Alexander and I had been up to yesterday in his office—I was being completely paranoid. Ordinarily I flitted between waitressing gigs, quitting when I got bored or tired or just wanted to try something new. I found myself enjoying this job—it was so different. The fear of crossing paths with David had always driven me away from trying anything again in the IT sector. But here in chambers I was a world away. I’d started to use my brain again and it felt good. The tasks were relatively straightforward, but it felt good to be counted on, to be doing a good job because I wanted to and not just for a tip. And I liked that I’d been given this almost-impossible task and been trusted to make it happen. No one had relied on me, counted on me, for a long time.
“Not yet. I’ve been working on this instead,” I said, indicating the spreadsheet I’d opened earlier. “It’s all the instructions that have come through, but haven’t been billed. I’ve added in the estimate given by the clerks. That way, Knight—Mr. Knightley can just confirm the ones that are correct. The ones that are left over we can deal with separately.”
“Great idea,” Jimmy said, perching on the end of my desk. “And you’re finding it okay? I mean, he’s not too much of an . . .”
“An asshole?” I finished for him. “Sure he is.” I shrugged as Jimmy winced. “But I can handle him.” I squeezed my thighs together at the thought of his hand up my skirt and his tongue in my mouth.
Jimmy nodded. “That’s great. Probably shouldn’t call him an asshole anywhere he might hear, though.”
“Good tip,” I said, tapping my pen against the spreadsheet.
“And you’re settling into London?” he asked, clearly not ready to give up his seat on my desk quite yet.
“Sure,” I said. “It’s a great town. And so many of the museums are free, which is a bonus.”
“Well, if you ever need a tour guide, this guy doesn’t charge,” he said, pointing his thumb at his chest.
I smiled. “Good to know.”
He opened his mouth, no doubt to suggest he give me a tour this weekend, but thankfully the Head of Chambers, Lance Eddington, one of the most senior barristers, interrupted us. What the hell was he doing in the admin room?
“Ahh, Jimmy, I was looking for you.” Jimmy jumped off my desk as though someone had stuck an electrical charge up his ass.
“What can I do for you, sir?”
“We have the Lawyer of the Year awards next week and people are dropping like flies as usual. I’ve had three cancellations this morning.”
I’d heard about this. Apparently, these awards were a big fucking deal—it had all the clerks excited, anyway.
“All that’s left is a bunch of crusty old men who shouldn’t be out that late and you. We need some fresh blood. I’ve just told Alex he has to attend—no excuses.”
At the mention of Alexander, my stomach thrummed and I gazed at the floor, hoping no one saw the heat that crept across my cheeks. How the hell did this man have me blushing? I was sure I’d never blushed at anything ever in my life.
“But we need more young ones. And more women,” Lance continued.
“Of course. I’ll ask Miss Atlee and Miss Jenkins.”
Lance shook his head. “No, neither of them can make it. One is on holiday, the other in court that week. And I’ve already asked Pollyanna and Bea—they can’t come either.” Lance sighed.
It was no wonder they were having difficulty trying to find more women to join them. Chambers was completely male-dominated. Not just among the barristers but also the clerks.
“We need more diversity in chambers,” he said. “I’ve been saying it for years.”
“We’re much better than we used to be,” Jimmy said, and Lance mumbled under his breath.
“What about you, my dear?” Lance asked, squinting at me.
“Oh, I’m just temporary.”
“Violet, is it?”
How the hell did he know my name?
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Call me Lance. I hear you’ve been doing an excellent job. And you’re American,” he said, as if my nationality was a disability I’d miraculously overcome. But I wasn’t insulted. My heart swelled with pride that he knew who I was and that he’d heard I’d been doing a good job.
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you free next Tuesday evening to come to the Grosvenor, Park Lane? Black tie. You’d get to watch a bunch of lawyers get drunk.”
“I’m not sure,” I said, surprised that he would have thought of me. “I think I may have plans. I can check.” Of course, I knew I was free, but I also knew that I had nothing to wear.
“Oh, I’m delighted. You’ll be the breath of fresh air we need. Put Violet down for a ticket, Jimmy.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied and Lance swept out.
“How did that happen?” I asked when he left. “I didn’t say anything except I would check and apparently now I’ve RSVP’d yes?”
“That’s why he’s one of the top lawyers of his generation. He gets what he wants. Knows exactly how hard to push.” He sat back down at my desk.
It was a free meal, right? And maybe I could borrow a dress from Darcy.
“I guess I’m going to the Grosvenor, Park Lane, next Tuesday.” At least I wouldn’t have to drop money on a cab—the hotel was within walking distance from Darcy and Ryder’s place. “Is it fun?”
“Of course it will be fun,” he said with a wink. “I’ll be there, which means?”
He cocked his ear waiting for me to finish his sentence.
“Banter?” I responded.
He clicked his fingers and pointed at me. “Exactly.”
I smiled thinly. I was pretty sure Jimmy was testing the waters with me, seeing if I responded to his not-so-subtle flirting. Hopefully he’d get bored quickly and move on. I had enough to handle in the office already. Jimmy didn’t look like he was moving, but I wanted this conversation to be over, so I stood, and Jimmy followed me down the hall, chatting about what to expect at the awards ceremony until finally, I ducked into the restroom.
On my way back, I turned a corner to find Alexander and another barrister coming toward me. Fuck. I’d been trying to avoid Alexander. I couldn’t turn around and head back without looking like an idiot. It was unnerving. I lost control when he was around. Just knowing he was in the same building was bad enough. Somehow, he seemed to strip away my defenses and see right into the core of me.
I smiled but kept my head down, avoiding eye contact with both of them, but once we had passed each other, I couldn’t resist taking a glance over my shoulder at that tight ass. As I turned my head, my eyes caught his. Apparently, he was checking out my ass, too. It was hard enough to stay away from him without knowing he wanted me, maybe as much as I wanted him.
I was so totally fucked.
Chapter Twelve
Alexander
I came back from lunch to find a spreadsheet on my desk. Of course, I knew before I’d sat down that she’d been in my office. Violet’s scent had now almo
st permanently invaded my space. It was just stronger when she’d just been in. I found I rather enjoyed it. Since my wife and I split up, I’d worked harder than ever. My encounters with women had been fleeting and purely physical. And there was good reason. I understood there were things I was good at and things that I wasn’t. Women weren’t my strong suit. I never understood what they needed from me and I was sure I had nothing to offer. Keeping things physical meant I didn’t upset anyone; I didn’t send any mixed messages. My wife told me I always put my work first and it was true. I was good at the law. I understood it and it didn’t want more from me than I could give. The more I worked, the better I got at my job. The longer I was married, the worse things had become between my wife and me.
My concentration had been off since Violet had started. I’d hoped to fuck her out of my system, but that hadn’t happened. Just a glimpse of her in the corridor yesterday had my dick straining for more.
But enough. No more. I was here to work, to concentrate on what I was good at. This was an important year for me. My career could be made or broken with the next few cases I had lined up. I needed to be at the top of my game. And I’d hurt enough women in my time to know I could only ever bring Violet pain and disappointment.
I scanned down the spreadsheet, seeing the familiar names of cases and advice. Shit. There was a lot of stuff I’d not billed. I hadn’t realized that I’d let this get so out of hand. I picked up a pencil and began to work my way down the list. Violet had been clever in how she’d arranged everything, grouping all the similar work together and then estimating what the bill should be. It made it easier for me. I went line by line either ticking the amount Violet had suggested or putting a cross through it and writing in the figure it should be. If I finished this, hopefully Violet would have no need to bother me.
Despite being overwhelmed with work, I spent longer than I should have on the spreadsheet. I wanted her to have everything she needed. Partly so she’d have no reason to ask me for anything but also because I wanted her to be well thought of in chambers. She was intelligent, and although most clerks and admin staff were frightened of me, Violet certainly wasn’t. I enjoyed the way she gave back as much as I dished out. I liked her. Too much. Which was exactly why I needed her to keep her distance.
