Alex glared at his boss then ushered us out. "Come on." He took my arm and guided me to the elevator. Claire scrambled to keep up. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the railing, huffing his bangs out of his eyes. Why is he so sexy when he's pissed?
The elevator stopped at the third floor, and we stepped off, but Claire stayed behind. "I need to go to the big law library for this."
Alex nodded. "Find everything we might be able to use."
"Got it."
I walked back to my laptop and opened a couple of files. Damn it. Where do I look next?
Alex followed me into the conference room. "Why can't you find the money?"
"Don't rush me. I'm doing my best."
"This is your best? You've been working on this a week and you've got nothing!"
"What did you expect? A quick Google search and, 'Hey, here it is?' It doesn't work that way."
He paced in front of the table, rubbing the back of his neck. His gaze darted around the room, rattled, unfocused.
Wow. I have him by the balls. "Your case can't move forward without me."
He snarled but said nothing.
Alex Sheridan, all-powerful prosecutor, brought to his knees by a lowly accounting nerd. Now this was something I'd never seen before. I liked it. "You need me."
"I need you to win this case. The DA's office needs you."
The DA... Joan. "Your little fuck toy."
"What?"
"You and Joan... if you lose this case, you lose her."
"I already...." He stopped in his tracks and stared straight into me. Something sparked in his eyes.
"In her office earlier, she turned her back to you." He has no control in their relationship, and he doesn't like it.
"She's a busy woman, and—"
"And she can't give you all the attention you need."
Alex shrugged.
"I can. You know I can." I shouldn't have gloated, but my God! Holding something over him made my panties wet.
"But you won't. Have you fucked that nice boyfriend yet? Did he like screwing your popular pussy?"
"Yes, he did."
His eyes widened. Telling him the truth made my nipples hard.
"Does he know you still want me?"
Most of the truth, anyway. "He knows you want me."
"I'm with Joan."
Damn it! I'm single and he isn't! "How's that working for you?"
He slammed his hand down on the table, scattering documents and making my laptop jump.
"Need to get laid?"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"As a matter of fact...." Holy shit. I'd be the other woman. As the unfaithful girlfriend, guilt had held me trapped in its unrelenting grip, but illicit sex from the other side of the bed offered me incredible power. I would hold the key to Alex's downfall. I could expose him without fucking him, but getting into his pants would make it a lot more satisfying.
Why do I still feel the need to punish him?
Alex took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. "Can you say no and mean it?"
I don't have to, but.... "What if I do?" I packed up my laptop and grabbed my purse. "I think I'll work from my hotel room this afternoon."
"Are you kidding me?"
"No." I laughed and walked out the door. The elevator doors opened as I approached so I hopped on and glanced down the empty hallway.
The afternoon sun dazzled my eyes and a cool mountain breeze stirred my hair as I strolled down the street to my hotel. No one followed me. I entered my room and unpacked my laptop and files, working uninterrupted until my stomach growled. Too early for dinner, but I flipped through the take-out menus on my desk, and then checked my phone. No missed calls, no text messages. Weird.
I decided to end my workday and changed out of my business clothes into comfy shorts and a t-shirt. Still too early for dinner, so I turned the TV on and scanned the channels. A report about the McCloskey case caught my attention. The camera showed Alex and Joan walking out of the courthouse, looking rather pleased with themselves. It must have been old footage because he wasn't wearing the same tie he'd had on earlier today—the tie he'd loosened in anticipation of spreading me out on the conference room table and fucking me like an easy lay.
But I'd said no and walked out. I had to leave the room, or he'd know I didn't mean it. I still can't say no to that man.
Why the hell didn't he come after me? I flopped down in the overstuffed chair next to my bed, draped one leg over an armrest and braced my elbow on the other, rubbing my head. I'm single now, damn it! He could've had me so easily.
Giggles bubbled up as I remembered the look on his face in the moment I'd said no. Stunned eyes, slack jaw. My fingers drifted across my thigh and under my shorts. Panties wet again. I had no idea shocking him could be such a turn-on. My nipples tingled and strained against my shirt. I glanced at the window and pondered closing the curtains, but the office building across the street should've been nearly empty by this time of day. No one would see me.
I pulled my shirt off and stroked my breasts with both hands, tugging my nipples between my fingers. The budding ache flowed down between my legs so I unzipped my shorts and kicked them across the room. I closed my eyes and imagined Alex on the floor, on his knees—where he belongs—pulling my panties down with his teeth.
I could've pictured any man eating my pussy: Scott, Will, the hot guy I'd met at the paralegal conference last summer and fucked in the convention center restroom in the middle of the day. Wow. Those guys all made me wet, but Alex could make me come without even being in the room.
"Take off your clothes," I said to him.
In my mind, he stood and stripped, tossing his shirt and tie on the bed, then slowly unbuckled his belt and let his eager cock free. Hard and thick with ridges and ripples running the long, slightly curved length of it. Alex naked and waiting to service me... such a thing of beauty. I licked my lips, and let him think I was going to suck him, but no... I wanted mine first.
"On your knees." God, I love ordering him around! I spread my legs over the armrests. "Lick my cunt, slave."
I licked two fingers and stroked my pussy, imaging Alex's tongue flickering across my clit. His muffled moans sent sweet shocks throughout my wet flesh. I stuffed my fingers inside myself, but couldn't reach as deep as his cock, so I used my free hand to rub my clit while finger-fucking myself. An impossible picture formed in my lust-driven brain: Alex on his knees, driving his cock into my pussy while licking my throbbing bud. I usually used Will or another man to fill that role, but this time I only wanted Alex. I wanted him to be everything I needed.
"Fuck me."
He grunted and pounded my pussy, sucking my pulsing clit. Flashes of heat and flickers of pleasure swarmed my thoroughly possessed cunt. God, if he can do this without being here....
"Harder. Yes!"
I pinched my clit and jammed my hand in as hard and far as possible, moaning and twisting while he licked and fucked. "Oh Alex, please." I sobbed and begged, chasing pleasure's crest, but complete satisfaction escaped me.
"Fuck you, Alex!"
5:17. The digital clock on the nightstand mocked me. I took a long hot shower until the lingering tremors subsided and then I retrieved my clothes. After, I ordered a pizza and ate the whole thing while watching a cheesy pay-per-view movie. The sun set behind the mountains, and I curled up in bed, naked and cold and alone.
Had I driven my power trip too far?
Marked
My hand froze, but my ready erection strained to bust through my zipper.
What the hell did she just do to me?
I waited, holding my breath, knowing she'd come back at any moment and fuck me on the conference room table. I pictured her flushed skin slapping the dark mahogany while I pounded the rebellion out of her. Who put her in charge? And why the hell am I still alone?
The phone on my desk rang and I jumped. Talia never called my business line, so I let it go to voice mail. I g
rabbed my jacket and stomped back to my office only to be yanked back as my sleeve caught on a chair. "Fucking hell!" Seams popped as I ripped it free.
I ignored the flashing red message light and dropped into my chair. She had to be halfway to her hotel by now. What the hell is her room number? Claire and I shared access to each other's email, so I searched her inbox for anything related to Talia, but my assistant had sorted her mail into dozens of sub-files. That number could be anywhere. "Damn her organizational skills."
How can I find her? Call the hotel and claim I'd lost her room number? No. Get off my ass and chase her down the street? No, she'd love that. In fact.... What if that's exactly what she wants? Make her wait and wonder if I wanted her enough to drop everything and pursue her? Oh yes.... My impatient dick retreated, poised for the next opportunity.
I picked up my phone and checked the message, then forwarded it to Claire, and read through my email. Without a frantic assistant pestering me every five fucking seconds and a tempting accountant tormenting me, I got a lot of work done. The damn phone only rang once or twice and even my cell phone remained silent. I checked it to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Nope. Nobody missed me either.
My computer monitor clicked over to five o'clock. Right on cue, Claire walked through my door and dropped a stack of documents on my desk. "A dozen motions written and ready to file."
"Thanks. I'll go over these tonight."
"Is there anything else I can do for you?"
I blinked and looked up at her. She smiled and waited as if her question held no double meaning. Her bangs tumbled into her eyes, and she swept that persistent lock of hair behind her ear. The blouse she usually kept buttoned up to her chin hung open to the top of her cleavage. Maybe a sex scandal wouldn't be all that bad.
I shook my head. "No. Thanks, Claire. You did a great job today... every day."
"Thank you. Good night, Alex."
"Night." 'Good' remained to be seen. "Oh wait."
"Hm?" She stopped at my door.
"Talia's staying at the Marriott, right?" Keep it casual. "What's her room number?"
Her brow wrinkled. "I don't remember off the top of my head. It's on the spreadsheet with the witness list. Do you want me to look it up?"
"No, I'll find it."
"Okay. See you in the morning."
My office door clicked shut, and I counted the seconds until I heard the suite doors open and close. "Where's that witness list?" In the file labeled Witness Information, dumbass. I found the spreadsheet and immediately spotted Talia's name on the alphabetically sorted document. "Bless your organizational skills, Claire."
Room 455. Damn it, not on the second floor.
I decided to go home and regroup rather than charging straight over there. Let her think I'd given up, that she was safe for the night.
She couldn't be more wrong.
An overturned semi had shut down the interstate, so I drove the crowded city streets out to the foothills. As the traffic cleared, my head did too, and my plans came into focus. Simple really. Find her, fuck her, never let her go.
Never?
I pushed that thought aside and pulled into my garage. Last night's Chinese takeout warmed nicely, so I reviewed Claire's motions while eating. A couple of them were long-shots, but two or three would likely convince the judge to grant a short continuance. One problem solved. Next on my agenda: a shower.
The hot water rushed over my tired skin, soothing the day's aches and revitalizing my body and mind.
What if I do? And she'd laughed as she walked out.
She thinks she has something on me.
I recalled our encounter in the conference room, analyzing everything she'd said, every expression, every lie.
Joan. My laughter echoed off the shower walls. Talia thought I was still sleeping with Joan, and that my boss held my leash. I'd caught onto that right away, but she'd surprised me when she'd confessed to sleeping with her boyfriend. Clever move. I had to give her that, but whether or not she'd told me the truth was irrelevant.
She'd left me pent-up and pissed off. That was a spur-of-the-moment decision. She wanted me, but something had given her an edge, and she'd used it to lead me into her cruel trap.
For now.
But before I faced off with her again, I had to get rid of the sexual tension crackling between us. I braced a hand against the wall, took my cock in my fist, and imagined Talia in the shower with me.
Her hands slid into my hair and we kissed like horny teenagers, nipping and sucking, playing with each other's tongues. Water poured down over us, trickling around our tangled limbs when it couldn't find a path between our bodies. She slipped her hand between my legs and cupped my balls, stroking and squeezing while I nibbled on her lip. I flicked her nipple with my thumb and she sighed into my mouth.
I reached down and grabbed her hand, guiding it up and down my slippery cock. Our fingers linked together and we tugged and pulled, faster, harder. "I missed you."
She laughed.
"Fucking hell." I grabbed my cock with both hands and came all over the shower door, panting and shivering under the cooling water. Not as satisfying as being with a real woman, but all part of the plan.
***
"What the hell are you doing here this time of night?" Talia held her door open, glaring at me and clutching a towel to her breast.
"Morning, actually. You were expecting me earlier?" I'd waited until after midnight to go after her. She needed to get some sleep, especially for what I had in mind.
She muttered something nasty and stepped back to let me in.
Still half-asleep. Good. "You sleep naked?"
She pulled the towel tight, squeezing those tempting breasts together. "What if I do?"
Those words again! Is the little bitch trying to piss me off? "Convenient."
"Yeah, for you." She rubbed her hand over her face and blinked at me. "T-shirt and jeans." Her eyes darkened and her chest rose. "On any other guy that'd look fucking hot, but you...." The towel slipped a bit as her grip relaxed.
"But you'd like to throw that towel across the room and pull my shirt over my head."
She scowled and repositioned the meaningless barrier. "Please."
Apparently she'd forgotten I could read her like a trashy romance novel. "And tying me up with it."
She turned her back to me and strolled toward the bed. "No, tying it over your mouth."
I followed her. "Mmm... now we're getting somewhere."
Talia spun so fast I nearly tripped over my feet trying not to run her over. "And just where the hell do you think we're going?"
I went with the obvious. "The bed."
Something sparked in her eyes. "Did Joan kick you out of hers?"
So she thinks she can play that game again. "We had our fun. Now I want you." I ran my finger along the edge of the towel, teasing her breasts.
"I will not be your second choice. Or your second anything! If you want me, you can't have anyone else."
"Getting a little possessive, are we?"
"It's me or no one."
"Yeah, that sounds great in theory, but in real life... not so much."
Her nostrils flared and she stepped back, out of my reach. "You condescending, immoral asshole! Why would I want to fuck a man-whore like you?"
Okay, that hurt. I grabbed her wrist and yanked her into my body. "You want me because I do things to you no other man would ever dream of." I thought that would hit home, but she didn't falter like I expected her to.
"Will fucked my ass last weekend."
She was trying to shock me again, and even though that revelation—if it was true—rattled my composure, I didn't let it show. "And your boyfriend, too?"
Her eyes drifted to the left. "Yes, he did." A lie.
"Why are you punishing me?" Damn it! I hadn't meant to ask out loud, but my God, what is this woman doing to me?
"Revenge."
"Revenge? You want to talk about revenge, darlin'? Well, let me l
ist the charges against you. You didn't care when I said I loved you. You stole my money and my pride. You confessed to fucking your pansy-ass boyfriend and then you walked out on me."
"Don't forget about fucking Will—more than once." She slipped her free hand between us, popped my button open and jerked the zipper down.
Holy shit, my dick is hard. "Oh, I haven't forgotten, slut."
She winced as my fingers dug in to her wrist. "Think you can hurt me?"
Shit! I released her arm and let her fondle my cock. "No. I never wanted to hurt you."
Talia smiled and stepped back against the bed. "But you do it so well." She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and dropped the towel.
I'd seen her naked more times than I could count, but every time felt like the first. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounded, my dick stood up for a better look. "You... you're gorgeous... slut." My damn brain shut off and the only words that came to mind were the dirty ones.
Her fingertips circled her nipples, and she slid one hand down between her legs, pulling her pussy lips apart and exposing herself to me, offering—I hoped. Maybe she's gonna say no again.
She slipped a finger into her tight flesh. "Take it."
"I don't trust you." But I shoved my jeans to the floor.
She laughed and turned around. "Maybe you'd rather have this." She bent over the bed and presented her ass, slapping her round cheek and pulling it aside so I could see exactly what she was giving. A large purple and black bruise marked the other side. Shaped like a mouth and yellowing around the edges, it must have been a couple days old.
"Did Will do that to you?"
"He begged me for it." Then she noticed where my gaze was fixed. "Oh. Would you like to add your mark?"
"I already have." I moved behind her and jammed my cock between her cheeks. She screeched as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back, forcing her to stand upright against my body. "baby, the marks I left on you will never, ever fade. That's why you came back." I ran my hand down her nude body from the hickie on her neck to her rock-hard nipples to her wet clit. "That's why you let me fuck you whether you're in a relationship or not."
"I'm not going to let you do anything."
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