Possessive Lawyer: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 183)

by Flora Ferrari

  “Who’s Mr. Carlotti?” I ask, knowing I’ve just broken the rules, but I can’t help it.

  “I overheard you, from the top of the stairs,” I tell him honestly, making him smile, then sigh in resignation.

  He wags his finger at me this time and I shudder as his eyes rest on my chest again, always having the same reaction whenever he looks at me like this, and in seconds I can feel my stiff nipples blistering through my blouse.

  “Good,” he murmurs to himself, taking in a long and hard look at what I know he likes.

  “Ah well! There’s no keeping some things from you, is there Beth?” he asks, finally meeting my gaze with a grin.

  “If you googled the man you’d find out just as much, maybe more than I could tell you anyway so no real harm done.”

  His eyes narrow a little as he arranges his thoughts. “Bruno Carlotti is this city’s real life underworld figure that your landlord, Camberwell aspires to be… but he never will be. He can’t be. He’s just no good at it.”

  He lets it rest there, and raises a brow for any other questions I have.

  “And Carlotti isn’t a fan of my landlord, I assume?” I ask timidly.

  “No,” Jarrett says and I get the feeling he wants it left there.

  “So… not married?” I ask him, still not understanding how this guy isn’t attached.

  “Nope,” he says, drinking his mineral water then giving me a look that sends a shiver of pleasure and panic up my spine all at once.

  His look tells me that it’s something he’s open to though. When the right girl comes along.

  “No family?” I ask, wondering if he really has been in a lawyer’s office for the past twenty years all by himself.

  “None,” he says, and I watch his face change.

  I open my mouth to apologize for asking, but the dessert cart arrives and Jarrett picks out two huge pastries and insists we finish them both.

  Jarrett casually asks the waiter to put everything on his account and asks if I want to go for a walk on the beach or just take in the view.

  “From here?” I ask, “The view looks-”

  “From our room,” he says in a low commanding tone, his eyes burning with passion and answering his own question really.

  “Room then,” I squeak, feeling a rush of heat to my mound, not being able to stand up and get to the elevators quick enough for my liking.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Jarrett

  “You really live in your office all the time?” she asks suspiciously as I fish the keycard for the room out of my jacket pocket.

  “Most of the time,” I tell her truthfully.

  “When I need a shower and a decent meal, I come here.”

  The elevator opens to my floor and the lightning storm on the horizon strobes through the corridor, gleaming off the brass fixtures and marble floors.

  Linking her arm in mine, I walk us both to the end of the hall and swipe our entry to the only suite on that corner of the building, my suite.

  I watch her as she enters my suite, her body swaying under her dress as she gravitates towards the huge floor to ceiling windows that span the whole room.

  I know I’m finished, there’s nothing left for me in this life if I can’t have her. If I can’t make her mine and keep her forever.

  There’ll be some hell to pay, with her father. But I can’t deny myself my true feelings any longer. Its sudden, yes. But so are a lot of things. It doesn’t make them any less powerful.

  Like the lightning and the crashing of the ocean waves. I realize I can’t stop the force that’s pulling us together a moment longer.

  “It’s just beautiful,” Beth says, taking in the suite, and then pressing her hands against the thick glass, tracing the arcs of electricity as they dance across the night sky.

  “It certainly is,” I hear myself saying, not taking my eyes off her and feeling the emotion in my voice as I walk up behind her, taking her hips in both my hands.

  She jumps slightly, then shudders as I feel the warmth of her pressing against me. I grip her tighter and kiss her neck, lifting her skirt as she starts to grind herself against my instant hardness.

  Harder than I’ve ever thought possible, and all because of her.

  “I want you inside me, Jarret,” she murmurs, opening her legs wide as I slide my feet between hers, hitching her skirt right up and exposing her stunning, apple shaped ass which I start to knead with both hands.

  “Forty stories up and facing the ocean,” I growl, sensing her last faltering thread of hesitation. “I don’t think anybody’s gonna see.”

  She whimpers, tossing her head back and her thick long hair splays across her back, giving me something else to grab hold of with one hand as my other roughly pulls her panties down, thrusting two thick fingers straight into her swollen mound which is drenched already.

  I growl loudly and she swears as I lift my fingers to my mouth, tasting her again, feeling her legs growing weak under me, knowing that she’s more than ready to share her greatest gift with me now.

  “Fill me up Jarrett. Give it to me like I know you want to, like I need it,” she begs, and I can’t believe my ears. I can’t believe the mouth on her when she’s this horny.

  Please Beth, don’t ever change, not ever.

  “I want you, Beth. I wanna fill you with our babies. I wanna fuck until you scream my name,” I tell her, feeling the thrill of voicing my true thoughts, my real feelings.

  Because I do. I want Beth forever and I want her to give us both the family I know we’re craving.

  Her urgent whimpers make me shudder as my hands struggle to free my thick cock and lower my pants before they grab a hold of her again, sliding across the smoothness of her perfect ass, gripping her from behind as she reaches behind for my hot organ.

  “Jarrett!”

  “Here?” I ask her between gasps, registering her stiff nod.

  “In front of the storm Jarret... right here… take me now!” she pleads and I feel my cock twitching as her slender fingers coolly grip around the hot plum sized tip which she starts to circle her wet hole with.

  Her whole body’s shaking and her knees finally give out, but I’ve got her, supporting her from behind with my legs, groaning with delight as I feel the thickness of her milky thighs resting on my naked quads.

  I was thinking it was going to be a subtle, slow romantic affair, but Beth needs it bad and once she’s positioned herself, leaning forward against the brass rail against the glass, she pushes back onto me making us both moan with relief and wonder.

  “Fuck but you’re tight Beth! Jesus!” I swear louder as I grit my teeth, feeling my own hot climax rising from my nuts already, it takes everything not to come straight away.

  Fuck, she’s so fucking perfect!

  Her moans subside to stiff breaths, and like she’s working a thick piece of machinery, she starts to pump my cock like a piston, taking to it like we’ve been lovers our whole lives.

  It makes me proud of her, makes me love her even more, knowing she wants this as much as I do.

  Want? We both need this like nothing else, and I relax into the rhythm of her body against mine, focusing on her pleasure over my own as I work towards filling her right up with each pounding stroke.

  As tight as she is against my stiffness, I feel her quivering tunnel tighten more as she starts to gasp in disbelief. Her own climax is coming and I let mine join hers. Like it should be.

  “Oooh. Come inside me Jarret. I wanna feel your come inside me,” she whimpers, gripping the rail harder and tossing her head back as the first waves of her full body orgasm start to ripple through her. Through both of us as I feel my own release escaping me in time with the deafening roll of thunder, the splinters of light threading across the entire night sky at that same moment.

  Just when it feels like I’ve had the best climax of my life, shared with the one I love, she shudders for a second time, and true to my desires, she calls out my name, drawing another extension of m
y own orgasm to create an extended and shared one we both feel so fully, it takes all my strength to keep us both upright.

  “Oh, Jarrett! Just hold me here…. Like this… stay inside me,” she gasps, and I do. Lifting her up only to kiss her as she turns her head to face mine, and to comb her damp hair back from her face with my fingers.

  “I love you Beth,” I tell her. It’s how I know I’ll always feel and it’s the honest truth.

  She crumbles back against me and I take her weight easily, holding her up with my arms, my thick hardness still deep inside her.

  “And I love you, Jarrett… more than… anything,” she gasps.

  Never as much as I love you, my darling.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Beth

  It’s the perfect end to the almost perfect day.

  If only we could’ve left out the thugs trying to break in, and my misunderstanding with Jarrett. Oh, and not have to build a legal case against the man who’s trying to ruin my father and me.

  Apart from that, the bath Jarrett runs us both and his arms around me after filling me for the second time with his love, make it the perfect ending.

  More than making up for everything else.

  Jarret’s not a small man, plus me makes for a lot of person to fit in a tub, but the tub is just right, a perfect fit for us both and although it has jets, we don’t need the Jacuzzi feature to get the most out of it. Just feeling his arms around me, and his body pressed against my back as I melt into him is enough.

  Like an extension of our lovemaking, our hands trace over each other’s bodies, mapping out our desire for one another and cementing the bond we’ve made.

  “You’re an orphan too, aren’t you?” I ask him, smirking a little as his booming guffaw fills the bathroom, bouncing off the marble tiles.

  “Well. Not much gets past you Beth. I think we have an expert prosecutor in the making here, folks!”

  I chuckle softly with him, and not meaning to bring it up in a bad way, I just need to know to satisfy my own curiosity.

  “What gave me away?” Jarrett asks. “Not that I have anything to hide, mind you, but yeah. Guilty as charged. I’m an orphan,” he says with a hint of pride that only an orphan can understand.

  “Guess it just takes one to know one,” I tell him, purring as I lean back into him, taking his forearms under my chest and hugging them there.

  “The valet,” he says, reminding me of the mysterious connection they seemed to share when we arrived.

  “He’s from the same boy’s home I was in when I was a lot younger. I do all their legal work.”

  “Were you a bad boy?” I ask, raking my nails across his arms, making him growl like a tiger.

  “Oh yeah, I was a real piece of work,” he laughs.

  “I was six five, skinny as a rake and all hair and acne. I got a scholarship from one of the home's patrons and I went from there.”

  “I think you would have been handsome,” I tell him, knowing I’d love him no matter what he looked like.

  “How about you?” he asks, but there’s not a lot to tell.

  “Dad adopted me when I was a baby, so I don’t know.”

  “Oh,” Jarrett says softly. “Do you ever…?”

  “No,” I tell him, knowing the question. The same one dad asks from time to time, especially since I turned eighteen, ‘do I want to know who my real parents were?’

  “Dad’s my dad. If I bumped into my birth parents one day, sure. I’d say hi and want to chat, but I really feel like my dad’s my dad. He did everything for me. For us.”

  I feel the horrible, sinking feeling coming back. All the pressure of not knowing what’s going to happen with his workshop and his livelihood, our home.

  “Hey?” Jarrett says, sensing my mood. “I understand how you feel. I really do.”

  “Do you?” I ask, not meaning to sound harsh, but it kind of feels like he has no idea, living in a five star suite, plus an office opposite the beach.

  “Sorry,” I murmur. “That wasn’t fair.”

  “It’s alright, Beth. I do understand. You see, I had a pretty checkered life, right through college, then I had years where I just drifted. I didn’t know where my next meal was coming from, let alone where I was gonna stay. It took a long time for me to accept my place in the world, and to work towards a better one. A more stable one,” Jarrett tells me, not judging me for judging him either.

  “I want you to tell me everything,” I whisper, looking into his eyes in the mirror opposite the bath.

  “We’ll have plenty of time,” he promises me, and I relax a little, trying to push it all to the back of my mind, but it’s going to be something that niggles at me until it’s over.

  The whole Camberwell thing.

  What an asshole.

  I open my mouth with one of the thousand questions I have about it, but Jarrett talks over me.

  “Oh no you don’t. This is our time, not a legal jeopardy hour,” he says firmly.

  “Do I have to feed you or fuck you again?” he asks, smirking at me in the mirror.

  “It seems the only way to keep you quiet is to put something inside you.”

  “You can have me again if you’d like,” I tell him, half-hoping he will. I don’t want to sound like a nympho or anything, but I really can’t get enough of him inside me. What he does to me… it’s just the most amazing thing ever.

  “Oh, I will,” he promises me, and I feel the now familiar sensation of his cock growing against my back under the bath water.

  “But first, I want to lay here with you until we’re both wrinkly. Just me and my queen.”

  “I’d like that too,” I whisper and he mouths the words I love you to me in the mirror before he squeezes me tighter, making me sigh with nothing but contentment as I lay back and we both close our eyes.

  Finally, I’m oblivious to anything except the feeling of his nakedness against mine, and gradually my mind relaxes, so much I really do forget about everything.

  There’s only one world for me now, and it’s orbiting around Jarret.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Jarrett

  Once Beth’s asleep, I realize I can’t. I don’t know if I’ll ever sleep again.

  It feels wrong to miss out on one second of looking at her, watching her lying there. It feels like I want to make up for so much time, not wanting to miss any opportunity to hold her, to touch her, to tell her how much I love her.

  But I know we’ll have time. I’ll make sure we do. My benefactor from the boy’s home? He didn’t just give me a legal scholarship, he left me a hefty estate when he passed, on the condition I provide legal representation to the home and everyone who passes through it for the rest of my career.

  I can’t help but start to make plans for the future, for the life I know Beth will soon have inside her, if I have anything to do with it happening sooner, I will.

  I carefully get up from our bed, and leaving the door ajar, I take a seat at my desk in my study opposite, making sure I can still see her while she sleeps, and go over the papers her dad signed for that schmuck, Camberwell.

  Legally, he’s screwed. Camberwell knows he’ll get away with it, just like he did last time, whether it’s me or any other attorney worth their salt.

  But, I have another plan. One that involves the law, but only in the capacity of breaking it to achieve the desired results.

  I look up, offering a silent prayer of forgiveness to the gods of the law, to my generous benefactor and to whoever else has final say on these things, but I have to.

  I must help Beth and her dad, whatever it takes.

  Glancing over at her again, my heart leaps when I see her shifting in her sleep. I long to go back to her, but I have a few things to deal with and it’s best to do it while she’s asleep.

  Whatever I can keep from hurting her, or from worrying her, I will. With all my strength.

  As if on cue, my phone hums. A text from the guy watching Beth’s house for me. All clear, all qu
iet.

  That’s good news, but not unexpected.

  Next, I call the initials who removed those three bozos from her place, I know he’s up. He always is.

  “No need to check in on me, Mr. Sharkey. Our friends are comfortable enough, and scratch-free like you said. They’ll have their meeting with Mr. Carlotti in the morning. You’ll see them change their tune soon enough. As for that shit Camberwell. That’s your job, I haven’t forgotten. A deal’s a deal.”

  It’s what I expected to hear, but I need to hear it, just to be sure all of this is going to work out.

  I couldn’t live with myself if anything hurt Beth. If anything made things unbearable for her dad, more unbearable than they already are.

  Just another day, maybe two tops.

  Sighing as I watch her again, I go over to the bedroom door and stand there, listening to her breathing.

  I don’t feel tired at all, and knowing she’s safe, knowing she’s getting her rest, I start to roam the suite.

  Our suite.

  But it’s not exactly a home, is it?

  I move from room to room, noting the storm subsiding outside, the full moon gleaming like a giant pearl over the horizon, shrouded with the last remnants of the dark clouds as the worst of the weather retreats.

  There’s another room, a bedroom. Plus a library and an entertaining room, but I just can’t picture our family here.

  I can’t see us raising our first child in a hotel suite.

  Or in an attorney’s office.

  And she won’t be working in any damned diner, that’s for sure.

  I resolve in my mind to leave the housing up to her. I’ve never been too good with that sort of thing, always just flopped wherever I landed and kind of stuck there.

  But we’ll definitely need some place that isn’t forty stories up, although, keeping the suite could be fun for the kids.

  And so I go on, for hours and hours until I finally wear myself out and slip back into our bed and feel the welcoming warmth of Beth against me as I position myself behind her, playing big spoon as she only half wakes long enough to murmur something I don’t make out before we both drift into the perfect sleep.