The Billionaire's Lawyer (Halstead Billionaire Brothers Book 3)

by Lauren Wood

  Her eyes were wide with alarmed confusion. “Oh my God. Did I text you again last night?”

  She didn’t give me time to answer before scrambling for her phone and checking to see herself. So, I took it as my chance to show myself in and shut the door behind me. She scanned her recent messages and sighed with relief.

  “So, I take it you frequently think of drunk texting me. That’s promising. Maybe I should have included some alcohol in all of this,” I held up the gift basket.

  “What is that?”

  “Just a little thank you gift…for that last night we were together. You haven’t answered any of my messages since then, so I figured I’d bring it by in person.”

  “Eric,” she shot me a scolding look. “You shouldn’t be buying me things. I told you…”

  “I know, I know. You don’t have to go through the whole spiel again. Don’t worry about what I should be doing and just take it. I know you were frazzled after everything, and I know I can be a stubborn person to deal with. I just wanted to show you my appreciation for giving me a second chance.”

  “Fine,” she sighed. “Hand it over.”

  I pretended to look around her apartment as she went through it all, but really, I kept a close watch on her. Her face softened as she pulled out the selection of soaps, bath salts, lotions, and other products. There were candles and even a pair of silk pajamas – everything I thought she could possibly use to just relax a little.

  “Wow. This is…this is really nice, Eric. Thank you. I never buy myself these kinds of things.”

  “Just promise me you’ll actually take the time to use them. That’s the whole point.”

  She laughed a little but then looked at me impatiently. “Well…if you didn’t want anything else, I really should…”

  “Actually, now that I’m here…I was hoping to spend a little time with you. You know, we had that one night and no one was the wiser. I don’t see the harm in us sneaking in a little more time, do you?”

  “Yes, I do,” she snapped, crossing her arms.

  “Which is?”

  “There’s all sorts of harm…,” she started pacing looking flustered. She tried to stammer through a response but couldn’t really name anything of substance.

  “Cut the crap, Liz.”

  “Excuse me?” she looked up in shock.

  “I know you think about me. I know it takes everything in you not to answer me when I call…or to stop yourself from texting me when it’s late at night and you’re lonely. Why do that to yourself? People keep secrets all the time. It’s not like private affairs are a new thing.”

  “Fine. It’s because I don’t have time. I can’t afford to be distracted; I literally don’t have time for anything else in my life right now.”

  “What are you doing right now?”

  She was starting to get angry with me pushing her, but she wasn’t asking me to leave. And I could tell her defense was getting weaker by the second.

  “Look, I know I’ve given you a hell of a time…chasing after you like this. If you really want me to leave you alone, I will. That was the deal around our whole date, right?”

  “Yes! Thank you!” she shrieked. “I almost forgot all about that! So, you see, you have to leave me alone…you promised.”

  “Mmm-hmm,” I nodded, studying her carefully. “And like I said I will. If that’s what you really want.”

  She couldn’t look me in the eye. I knew she was holding everything back from me. She didn’t want me to go. She didn’t want me to leave her alone either, but she’d never let herself say it out loud. I stepped closer to her. She rolled her eyes but didn’t back away.

  “Look at me, Liz.” I wouldn’t say another word until her eyes were fixed intently on mine and I was holding her hands tight. Her gaze slowly met mine. She looked terrified of what I was about to say. “If there is any part of you that does feel something for me…even if you think you might feel something for me, but you need more time to figure it out…If any part of that is true, please don’t shut me out. Because I’ve never been this drawn to anyone. And I don’t want to give that up just because you’re scared…”

  She was frozen with her lips parted, like a deer in headlights.

  18

  Liz

  Don’t do it, Liz. Don’t give into him again. You’ll regret it afterwards. I reminded myself of this over and over again, putting up every last defense I could to keep from tumbling back into bed with Eric.

  He was standing dangerously close, talking in that low, sexy voice that drove me crazy. You could feel the heat radiating between us. I felt like I was getting swallowed up in the flames, and they threatened to prevent me from doing what I needed to do, which was to tell him to leave. Tell him that I did, in fact, want him to leave me alone.

  But as those dark eyes of his burned into me, his tempting lips just inches away, I couldn’t say the words. Why couldn’t I say them? Wasn’t that how I felt? All I had wanted from the first day he walked back into my life was for him to just leave me alone so I’d know my job was safe...so I'd know my heart was safe. And now here he was dangling the relief right there in front of my face, but, suddenly, I only wanted one kind of relief. The kind that could only come from him being inside of me again.

  My eyes fluttered slowly, and beyond my control, I felt my body sway towards his. It was the only sign he needed to know he had the greenlight, and he didn’t waste a second. He lunged forward and rolled that delicious velvet tongue of his across mine. My feet left the ground as any remaining inch of safe space between us vanished and he lifted me in his strong arms. He kissed me passionately and pinned me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist and could feel the desire growing between my legs.

  It was all I needed...to feel his hardness pressed against me in all the right places. But it wasn’t enough. I raked my fingers through the back of his hair, opening my mouth and my legs wider. I needed more of him.

  I forced him back so that I could stand again, only to turn around and pull him crashing back against me from behind. He ran his hands along my ass, then quickly yanked down my shorts. He dropped down to his knees and brought my underwear with him just before sliding his fingers inside of me. Then came his ridiculously skillful tongue licking across my folds from behind. I bent over further, begging for more.

  He sucked me in and teased me, only intensifying the pleasure. But it still wasn’t enough. I tried to keep my inner defenses up around him, but the minute I caved they came crashing down with a fury. Something about him made me so impatient.

  “Get up,” I begged. “Please...I need you to fuck me…”

  He listened and stood up, whipping off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. I braced myself against the wall, buckling my hips to angle myself closer to him. I was dying to feel him thrust into me from behind.

  But as I stuck my ass out further, he promptly smacked it before running his palms around my hips and across my stomach all the way up to my breasts. He fondled them as he leaned down to my ear.

  “You are a very bad girl, Liz,” he grumbled, “and so bossy.”

  I let out a breathless laugh and ran one hand back up to his hair. “Oh, shut up. You know you like it when I order you around.”

  “You’re right about that. So, tell me what it is you want.”

  “I just did.”

  “Tell me again. I need to hear you say it again…”

  I shot a glance back and saw that beautiful package being pulled out. He was even bigger than I remembered in the light of day, and so very hard. It was intimidating enough to make me gulp, but I wanted it so badly. I had never seen such a perfect cock. I wrapped my hand around it and slowly began to stroke him.

  “This,” I said. “I want this...now.”

  “Oh yeah, baby?” he hissed. “Where do you want it?”

  I bent over again, teasing it along my wetness. “Right there.”

  I let the stiffness fall from my hand, but it was so at attention that i
t didn’t fall far. It just sort of suspended there behind me as I bent over further, inching my legs a part. Bracing myself against the wall, I looked back at him over my shoulder, waiting for him to give me what I needed.

  “Here?” he asked, sliding his fingers in.

  “Yes!”

  “So impatient.”

  But he didn’t torture me any longer, at least not completely. He teased along my folds and then finally pushed inside too slowly...painfully slow. He pulled out again, thrusting forward even slower. I wanted to yell at him to just do it - to just ram into me already. But I ended up enjoying settling into the tension of it. Each time he pulled back he would draw across every last tingling nerve inside of me, exciting me even more.

  I had never liked sex in the middle of the day. It was hard for me to get into it while thinking about everything else that needed to be done. But somehow with him, my head was clear of everything except dirty thoughts about his body and everything I wanted to do to it...everything I wanted him to do to me. And as he pulled in and out, I was impossibly wet and aching for more.

  “How do you do this to me?” I asked, my voice cracking from the feeling of him taunting me.

  “Do what?”

  “Make me so ridiculously turned on.”

  He seemed to like hearing me say that, because he responded with one very rewarding thrust forward. It was enough to push my face against the wall and draw a loud gasp from my lips.

  “Do that again,” I ordered.

  “This?” He slammed into me again, making me cry out even louder.

  He continued pulling out slowly, then pounding back into me going as deep and as hard as he could. Finally, he picked up pace and settled into a rhythm that made the sensation build up inside of me. Was he seriously about to make me cum like this? No one had ever been able to do that in this position before.

  He could feel me tightening around him and saw the way I squirmed. But before I could get any closer, he quickly pulled out and spun me around, crashing his mouth back to mine. He pushed me back against the wall and lifted me to wrap my legs around him - right back to where we first started. Only this time there were no clothes left in between us. His strong arms held me up, allowing him to slide into me at the perfect angle.

  I liked seeing the way his brow wrinkled as he stared down at our bodies. The muscles in his neck tightened and strained. But I liked it even more when he leaned in to bite and kiss my neck.

  “Don’t leave any marks,” I warned him. But really it was an empty request. I knew I had to say it, yet everything in my body couldn’t have cared less.

  He kept up the pace, watching me intently as I enjoyed my rising pleasure. He kept his eyes glued to me as I unraveled with my orgasm. I opened my eyes fully as the wave of it blew through me and a proud grin eased across his lips, but it quickly faded. He wasn’t far behind me.

  “Wait,” I flashed a coy grin. “Put me down.”

  “What? Now?” he huffed.

  “Just be a good boy and do what I tell you. You won’t be sorry. Trust me.”

  He groaned and pulled out, returning my feet to the ground. I seemed to recall getting a brief taste of him the first night we spent together, but I felt the need to have it again. Besides, I knew I could do things to him that would completely destroy him, and the idea of that made me very happy after all he had put me through.

  I dug my nails into his hips and turned him around so that it was now his back pressed to the wall. Then I kissed slowly down every inch of his perfect, tanned, muscular body. He was already dripping from getting so close. I flashed my eyes up at him as I trailed my mouth along him, watching him shutter with the feeling. I ran my tongue up and down him slowly, trying to torture him the same way he did to me when he first entered me.

  “Oh, I see. So, it’s payback time?”

  I nodded playfully and moved even more slowly. When I reached the tip again, I began to take him into my mouth. He tugged back on my hair, watching me push him all the way to the back of my throat.

  “Oh...my...God…”

  I took that as a good sign and kept going. I could feel his legs start to shake as he sucked in through clenched teeth. He attempted to murmur something that sounded like “you’re very good at that,” but his words were all broken up. It delighted me to see him coming undone in my mouth as he got closer and closer.

  He got even more vocal as I continued working my magic on him, until all at once I felt him shoot out into the back of my mouth. I really did love the way he tasted, and I was happy to swallow it all down, which seemed to surprise him.

  I sat back, wiping my mouth but not bothering to hide the pleased smile on my face. I loved that I could tell just how good I made him feel. He still looked a little stunned by it.

  “You’re very good at that,” he said again.

  I giggled. “I think you mentioned that already.”

  “Oh yeah?” He dropped down to the floor with me, crawling over me like a lion on the prowl until he had forced me flat onto my back. “Did I happen to mention how much I love going down on you?”

  “It might have come up the last time you were here.” I breathed in sharply as he kissed his way down in between my legs. “If not with words, then in other ways.”

  “I think I should remind you again...just to be safe.”

  He nibbled along my inner thigh, then licked me from top to bottom. I squirmed on the carpet, letting out a deep moan. He really could do this better than any man I had ever been with. The warm softness of his tongue moved over me again and again, stopping only when he sucked me into his mouth. He always let his teeth drag along my folds in the most perfect way. I was convinced if he did that a few more times I would already be done for.

  But he took his time coaxing it out of me. And the moment I cried out in ecstasy, he was already gearing up to do it again. And again.

  “You’re going to spoil me,” I laughed when he finally raised his head.

  “How so?”

  “I’ll have it in my head that every time sex is over, the guy is supposed to follow up with eating me out for an hour.”

  “That’s assuming you ever sleep with anyone else,” he joked. “Maybe I do it to prevent that very thing from happening.”

  I stared at him for a moment, thinking the joke was a little sincere. But he didn’t take it back. “You’re crazy,” I said finally before shakily standing up to gather my clothes from the floor.

  “Oh no you don’t.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me back down to lay next to him. “Stay here with me for a while. Whatever else you have to do can wait.”

  I wanted to argue. I hated that mentality of his. But it did feel nice to curl up against his chest while he stroked his fingers along my spine, even if we were sprawled out in the middle of the floor. Why else did I pay such high rent if not to enjoy features such as ridiculously soft carpet? Soft enough to sleep on as I would soon find out.

  But as the day went on, I made a startling discovery. Giving in to a little lazy, idle time only made it more tempting and easier to give into it again. Before I knew it, the sun was going down. We napped and had more sex. Drank wine and fed each other fruit in bed. Had even more sex. By dinner time we were ordering chinese and opening another bottle of wine, having each other for dessert. We drifted on like that until we couldn’t keep our eyes open anymore.

  19

  Eric

  “I can’t believe it’s Sunday morning,” Liz marveled as she twirled a finger across my chest, while I was busy thinking about how perfectly she fit next to my body - like a puzzle piece.

  “Why can’t you?”

  “Well, it means that I’ve almost spent an entire weekend just...well, not really doing anything. I didn’t do any work. It was like a real, normal weekend. I forgot I was even capable of doing that.”

  I glanced over to the alarm clock on her bedside table. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but it’s not Sunday morning anymore. It’s noon.”

  “Wh
at!?” she jerked up and stared at the clock herself in disbelief. “Oh my God...you’re right. How did the morning go by so fast?”

  “Time flies when you’re having fun. And trust me, you accomplished plenty this weekend. I’m going to need the whole next week to recuperate.”

  “Sex doesn’t count,” she teased, playfully smacking my chest.

  “Oh, I do like it when you’re rough with me,” I groaned. “You’re a hell of a lot kinkier than I ever would have expected.”

  “A lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets,” she shrugged.

  “Well, I hate to break it to you, but it’s time to put your lady uniform back on.” I reluctantly got out of bed and began searching for my clothes.

  “Why? I’m not going anywhere. If I’m doing anything, I’m going to look over my to do list for the week and see if I can cross anything off before tomorrow morning so the weekend isn’t a total loss.”

  “Oh no you’re not. I’m not letting you slip out of weekend mode just yet. Get up and get dressed. You’re coming with me.”

  Of course she asked me a billion times where we were going and put up a pretty good fight to not go at all. She tried to kick me out so she could work instead. But I found the more she gave in to relaxing, the easier it seemed to get for her. Though it was still like pulling teeth. I guessed it would get boring if she didn’t keep up some resistance.

  I managed to drag her out anyway. We took a car to a fishing dock outside the city - a spot I discovered years ago and had become even more fond of recently. I wrapped my arm around her as we walked to the edge of one of the short piers.

  “What is this place?”

  “Just a place I like to come to whenever I need to clear my head. I was standing right here when I decided I wanted to get out of the family business.”

  She looked out over the waves as the breeze blew through her hair. “It’s very peaceful here.”

  The sun shone across the water. Aside from a few fishermen, the only sounds were of the water splashing against the docked boats and the seagulls flying overhead. It was very peaceful, and even more so now that she was here with me.