by Lee Taylor
Her horrified gasp and attempt to shove his hands away from her exposed body incensed him. “Dammit, Rita, even knowing how I lust after this ass of yours, you parade out here dressed like this? Fucking silk stockings and a lacy thong?” Glaring up at her flushed face, he challenged her. “Tell me, Counselor, in some hidden recess of that convoluted brain of yours, were you secretly dressing for me? Knowing that you could taunt me if I had a clue what you were wearing?”
At her frantic denials and attempts to shove his hands away, Titus was overcome with the need to take her. Rising to his feet, he grasped her ass cheeks in his big hands, then lifted her up on his hard thigh. Shoving her against the wall, he pressed her crotch against his burgeoning prick. At her startled cry, he wove his fingers into the short strands of her hair and jerked her head back, forcing her to meet his infuriated gaze. “Can you feel that, Rita? Feel how fucking hard I am? Is that what you want? My cock high up inside of your succulent pussy?” At her sobbing disavowal, he ordered, “Don’t bother denying it, Rita. Your body is speaking loudly for you. And unlike your cultivated words, it’s a hell of a lot more honest. Say it, baby, tell me you want to ride me, ride my cock like you can’t get enough of it, no matter how hard you try.”
Reveling in her flushed cheeks and stormy, waved-tossed, sea-green eyes, Titus shoved his hand inside her blouse, determined to capture the swell of her breast. Stunned at the surging mounds straining against the lacy contraption containing them, with a one-handed snap, he released the clasp, freeing her full breasts. The lushness of her abundant flesh filling his hands took his breath away. Reaching for her rosy-pink nipples, he shoved her hands away when she begged him to stop. “Stop plucking these beautiful nipples? Not twist them in my fingers? Make them hard with desire? Then suck on them? Sorry, baby—tell a starving man to pass up a Bacchanal feast? Not gonna happen, sweetheart!” Looking from her luscious breasts to her nearly naked mons, he shook his head, as if coming face-to-face with a miracle. “Jesus fucking Christ, Rita, have you spent your entire life trying to hide this amazing body of yours?”
As shocked as she was at Titus’s outrageous words, Rita was more stunned at his brazen actions. When he’d said that he would tell her if and when she could leave his office, she’d been furious. Determined to leave and never speak to the arrogant man again, she’d been horrified when he’d grabbed her and pressed her against the wall, making it clear that she wasn’t going anywhere he didn’t let her. That had been shocking enough, but what thoroughly undid her was the way her unruly body responded to his aggressive attack.
While she was determined to stop him, not give in to his egregious actions, when he lifted her up against the wall and pressed his formidable arousal between her legs, she was overcome by desire. Riding his escalating cock, she was stunned at her need to feel him harder and higher in her receptive pussy. Truly shocked at her untoward response, she admitted that she desperately wanted him to continue. Not stop until he brought her to the top of a formidable peak, one she’d spent her life aching to climb.
Consumed with passion, Rita clutched his shoulders for support, then threw her head back and drove her pussy against his striving cock. Her voice was ragged as she rode the powerful sensations about to overtake her. “Oh my God, yes. Please, Titus, don’t stop. Do it like that. God yes, just like that!”
Knowing that Rita was seconds away from a screaming orgasm, Titus forced himself to acknowledge the knocking on his door. Holding her hard against him, he put his hand over her mouth and murmured in her ear, “Easy, sweetheart. Easy.”
Zane’s crisp voice sliced through their passion. “Hey, Sheriff, are you in there? Christ, Titus, the fucking door’s locked.”
Titus wasn’t surprised his response was gruff. “Coming, Zane, give me a minute.”
Lifting Rita off his thigh, he held her tight against him and half carried her over to the door in the back of his office. “In here, Rita. There’s a bathroom and it opens to my private quarters. Wait for me there.” Dropping a kiss on the top of her head, he shoved her inside and closed the door.
Striding to the office door, Titus dragged a hand through his tousled hair. With a shove, he did his best to nudge his furious arousal into a dormant position to no avail. Knowing that Zane would have to be blind not to know what he’d interrupted, Titus opened the door and waved the frowning man into his office.
It took Zane all of three seconds to glance from the sheriff’s flushed face to the pile of papers and accoutrements on the floor to grasp the reality of the situation. He shook his head and put up his hands in apology. “Christ, man, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. If I’d known you had company . . . ” He added in explanation, “I thought Rita was going to meet me here. I planned to take her to her motel . . . ”
Titus was curt. “That won’t be necessary. She indicated she would take a cab.”
Zane frowned, then glanced around the room. Looking back at Titus, his troubled expression cleared. Blowing out a low whistle, he met Titus’s stern gaze, an irrepressible grin spreading across his face. “Well, whattya know. There is a fucking God.”
When Titus didn’t bother to respond, Zane said casually, “Tell you what, Titus, when she calls that cab, be sure and give her this.” He reached down beside the armchair and retrieved a four-inch Manolo Blahnik high heel and handed it to Titus. “Would hate to see her hobbling out in only one shoe.” He added with a grin he couldn’t suppress, “And at some point she might need these—or not.” He handed Titus two pearl buttons that Titus knew would match the ones remaining on Rita’s blouse.
Zane’s jaunty laugh echoed in the hallway as the amused DA fled the precinct. Titus blew out a grunt, not hazarding a guess as to how soon the “breaking news” would flash across the Trouble sisters’ formidable digital highway.
Chapter 9
Titus strode through his office to his private quarters. Only a few chosen individuals, in addition to his daughters and their formidable men, were invited into his cloistered sanctuary. Many nights, rather than go to his silent house, he sought refuge in the book-lined sanctum replete with comfortable chairs, a fireplace, and a full-sized bed. Not to mention a well-stocked liquor cabinet. He knocked lightly on the door, not wanting to startle her any more than he was sure she already was, then opened the door and stepped into the silent room.
Rita jumped back at his entrance. He wasn’t surprised that she appeared shell-shocked. When he entered, she grasped the back of an armchair, confirming that she was understandably shaky from their torrential escapade against his office wall. Gazing at her, Titus shook his head in wonder, admitting that her disheveled appearance was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever seen. Her spiky, tawny-tipped hair looked shaggier than usual, confirming that he’d used it to drag her head back, revealing her vulnerable throat to his lips and teeth. Her flushed cheeks mirrored the blush on her chest visible above the neckline of her blouse. She’d done her best to close the front of her bedraggled blouse, which was a challenge given the missing buttons Zane had been kind enough to hand him along with her discarded high heel. Meeting his focused gaze, her storm-filled eyes and quivering bottom lip portended her shaky assertion.
“I . . . I need to go . . . leave . . . ”
Titus shook his head and said simply, “Sorry, Counselor. Not an option.”
Her eyes widened, but before she could object, he asked, “Are you hungry?”
Startled at the surprising query, she nodded. “Um . . . yes . . . I’m starving.”
Punching a number on his phone, he spoke into it. “What’s your special tonight? Hmm, does it have real fish that have seen a lake or ocean in the last week, not that shit that’s been refrozen six times? Fine. Be sure to add good bread, Dante, and lots of greens for the lady.”
Rita stared at him, stunned at his arrogance. She gathered herself and took refuge in her righteous anger. “Is this part of your shtick, Sheriff? You assault your woman of the moment and then redeem yourself by having Dante
send in food as recompense, a booby prize of sorts? We wouldn’t want the pitiful woman to go home feeling used, right, Sheriff?” She blew out a disgusted grunt. Snatching the errant high heel that Titus had hooked over his finger, she reached for her other shoe. Bending over, she shoved her feet into the outrageous heels, then stood tall and glared at him. “As a matter of curiosity, Sheriff Trouble, tell me, do you always order the same thing or just settle for whatever Dante has on tap? I presume you get away with it because from what I hear about your ‘love life,’ a roll in the hay with the arrogant sheriff is a one-time-only event. Over as soon as it began.”
Titus pressed his lips together and shot her a narrowed gaze. He clicked on his phone. “Ah, Dante, put a hold on that order. My charming guest apparently needs reassurance. Give us an hour or, better yet, two . . . ”
Dante cautioned him. “If you’re with whom I hope you are, be easy, Titus. She’s a lot more fragile than she lets on.”
Titus murmured in response, “I hear you, man. Let’s just say I noticed.” He leaned back against the wall and smiled at her through hooded eyes. “Relax, Rita.”
At his amused order, her bravado abandoned her. She put up her hands and stepped farther back. “No, no, I need to go. I . . . I can’t do this, Titus.”
“Do what, sweetheart?”
Surprised by his endearment, the words spilled out of her mouth. “You don’t understand. I don’t know what happened in there. I . . . I . . . .” Her words trailed off helplessly.
“Hmm, are you referring to the way you not only responded to my admittedly aggressive attack but that you very nearly came apart in my arms? In fact, that you would have orgasmed against my thigh if Zane hadn’t interrupted us?”
Not able to hide her horrified reaction to his explicit words, Rita put up her hands to ward him off. “That’s just it. You don’t understand. I’m not like that, Titus. That’s not me. I don’t know what happened to me, but you need to know, I . . . I can’t satisfy you.”
His lips quirked up slightly. He said blandly, “You’re underestimating yourself, Counselor.”
Once again she raised her hands to stop him. “No, dammit! You don’t understand. I . . . I’m not good at sex.” At his raised eyebrows and quizzical frown, she added frantically. “I . . . I’m sure it’s my fault, but I’ve given up trying.” At his deepening frown, she shook her head in distress. “Jesus, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” She shook her head helplessly and whispered, “Just know, I . . . I really can’t do this, Titus. I can’t . . . do what you want me to . . . Trust me. I . . . I can’t satisfy you.”
Titus took a few careful steps toward her, then pinned her with a thoughtful frown. “Why?”
Tired of him refusing to hear her, she glared at him, and before she could stop the words, the indictment was out of her mouth. “Because, dammit, no man has ever satisfied me, and frankly I’m tired of being disappointed.”
“Hmm, let me see if I understand.” He took another step closer. “Men see that tough-as-nails veneer of yours and think they have to defer to you—even in bed? And in the process, you don’t get what you want?”
She looked at him in surprise.
He was next to her now, near enough that his provocative male scent challenged her attempt to back away. His voice was serious. Only the slight curve to his full lips gave away his intent. “Tell me, Rita, is that how you felt when I had you against the wall . . . and you were riding my cock . . . and, if I heard your passionate appeals correctly, begging me not to stop?”
Not able to squelch her shocked gasp and the flash of embarrassment that swamped her at his provocative assertion, she put up her hands in surrender and stammered, “That’s just it . . . that wasn’t me. I really do not know how to do this, Titus.”
“Do what, Rita? Give in to that underground lava of lust you’ve spent a lifetime denying or trying to satisfy with a fucking vibrator?” Moving a careful inch closer, invading her personal space, his voice was silky. “It’s important that you understand what’s going to happen tonight.”
When she frowned and tried to step back, he reached for her hand. Turning it over, he lightly stroked the inside of her wrist. Smiling at her problematic tremor, he refused to release her hand when she tried to pull it free. “Uh-uh, no turning back. I intend to make love to you, and yeah, Attorney Davidson, I’m going to take you in ways you’ve never dreamed possible. And, baby, nothing you can do or say will stop me. In fact, Counselor, tonight is your lucky night. I’m going to do all those things your body and spirit have been craving. You’ve never hooked up with a man brazen enough to see beneath that haughty shell of yours, much less a man who intends to fuck you in ways you’ve spent way too much time convincing yourself you didn’t want.”
His smile widened. “That said, sweetheart, I think it’s well past the put up or shut up point.” At her shuttered gasp, he nodded, as if considering. “I’m glad we decided that the food can wait. It’s not that I’m not hungry—in fact, I can’t think of a time in my life I’ve been hungrier—but not for food. I’m hungry for more.”
Rita visibly swallowed. “Like . . . like what?”
Titus narrowed his gaze further. “In a word, you.” He crooked his finger. “Come here. But before you do, Rita, take off your clothes.”
Chapter 10
You heard me, Rita.” Pointing at her slim skirt, he said softly, “Take it off, baby, and then take off that rumpled blouse. Which shouldn’t be hard given that Zane recovered these when he found your other shoe.” Opening his hand, revealing the buttons missing on her blouse, he grinned at her obvious chagrin that Zane was aware of their illicit encounter. With a narrowed frown, he glanced at her high heels. “And, honey, when you take off that sexy skirt and blouse, you can do Joe Cocker’s song one better and ‘leave your shoes on.’ ” He laughed softly. “As for those silky stockings and miniscule thong, you can also leave those on. I’ll be taking them off of you.” He frowned at her and motioned with his chin to her blouse.
Rita was shocked that while every bit of her was looking for a way to escape, she just swallowed hard, then slipped off her blouse and let it float to the floor.
At her strained gasp, he eyed her lacy bra that was doing a piss poor job of containing her lush breasts. “You can leave that righteous piece of heaven on. I’ll take it off when I relieve you of your thong.” When she stepped back, he shook his head. “Now, Rita. The skirt . . . off.”
Still not believing that she was actually doing what he told her to do, she met his gaze, then reached behind her and unbuttoned her skirt, easing it over her hips. Choking back her mortification that she was letting him control her, her legs shook so hard it was a wonder she didn’t trip as she carefully stepped out of her skirt.
He gazed at her almost naked body, his eyes darkening with an emotion that should have scared her it was so intense, but just as when he’d accosted her in his office, a wave of sensation flooded her at his ill-disguised fervor. Holding her gaze, he knelt in front of her and reached for her foot. Bending her knee, opening her crotch to his searching view, he slipped off one high-heeled shoe, muttering how goddamned sexy it was. To her surprise, he held her foot, then sucked on her toes and smiled when she tried to pull back. “Uh-uh, baby. I’ll admit since I met you, I’ve discovered I have a foot fetish. Or at least an obsession for three-thousand-dollar designer shoes.” Reaching for the top of her silk stocking, he made a point of dragging his fingers along her bare thigh as he carefully unrolled first one, then the other of the silky coverings. Holding them against his nose, he breathed in deeply, then tucked the lace-topped treasures in his pocket and rose to his feet.
Nodding at her bra, he grinned. “Ah yes, sweetheart. And now to those astonishing breasts you tantalized me with in my office.” When she glared at him and tried to step back, clutching her lacy bra against her lush breasts, he shook his head and pointed to the frontal clasp. “Unhook it, Rita. Now.” As the bra fluttered to the floor, he groaned i
n appreciation at the sight of her full breasts that he fully intended to attack in moments, then praised her. “Good girl.” Purposefully taunting her, he added, “I’m surprised. You can do as you’re told, can’t you? At least when ordered by a commanding man.”
When she flushed angrily and stepped back, he shook his head. “Uh-uh, sexy lady. We’re way past the point of pretending you don’t like my erotic commands.” Gazing at her thong, he murmured, “Just one more scrap of lace. But when you take that off, I want you to turn around and show me that superlative ass of yours. I admit, Rita, I’ve imagined baring your ass so many times, I’m not sure how I’ll survive those curvy cheeks in the flesh.” His smile widening, he added, “But I’ll take my chances.” Frowning at her mons, he held up his hand and blew out a hard sigh. “But before you drive me crazy with your ass, there’s one more mystery to solve. It occurs to me that you just might be bare under that silken triangle. Are you, Rita? Tell me you are, and confirm what I’ve known since the first time I saw you. That you truly are the goddamned sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”
Rita met his gaze. Biting down on her bottom lip, she visibly swallowed and carefully slid the scrap of silk off her hips. She tossed the miniscule covering to him, then stood up, staring at him in confusion. Her eyes were filled with an intoxicating combination of concern and desire.
Titus startled at the sight of her bare mons. Gazing at her swollen intimate lips glistening with moisture, he groaned aloud. “Daaamn, woman, now you’ve done it.” Moving toward her, he reached for her and tugged her up next to him. With a seductive smile, he upped the ante. “Now that I’ve seen your perfection, at least on the surface, I need to explore you. Hell, make that excavate your treasure trove of hidden places with my eyes, my fingers, and especially with my lips and tongue.” At her sharp intake of breath, he laughed aloud. Tossing her over his shoulder, he strode toward the enclosed alcove. With a triumphant shout, he tossed her onto the double bed, then crawled up beside her. His eyes gleamed with a mix of tears and laughter. “Ah yes, my beautiful captive. Prepare to be assaulted! By a man who craves you the way he never knew he could or would crave a woman.”
