Wicked Woman

by Aurora Rose Lynn

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  Wicked Woman

  ISBN #978-0-85715-122-3

  ©Copyright Aurora Rose Lynn 2010

  Cover Art by Natalie Winters ©Copyright April 2010

  Edited by Michele Paulin

  Total-E-Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2010 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom

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  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  Sex in Sessions

  WICKED WOMAN

  Aurora Rose Lynn

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  Chapter One

  Ana Grange’s heart leapt into her throat. How could Luke Desemond, a hunted felon, boldly walk into the courtroom as if he hadn’t a care in the world? She’d heard the radio broadcast earlier on her way to work. The cops were searching for him, as a ‘person of interest’, which in the law’s eyes translated to ‘wanted felon’, in a murder and robbery at a local bank.

  His step was jaunty, and he looked neither right nor left, but straight at her with those tortured blue eyes that sent shivers down her spine. His hand-tailored, black suit fit his tall frame to perfection.

  Heat curled in the pit of her stomach and lower. The last time she’d seen him was in law school, and she hadn’t known how to handle him then. The sexual attraction she’d felt for him had been explosive. He was the son of a rich man, and she the daughter of farmers from Minnesota, and although they had been studying law in the same class, Luke had a masculine virility about him that frazzled her nerve endings. He’d asked for her help several times, which she’d given him, their heads bent over books while their eyes had sent hot daggers of lust at each other.

  Ana had recognised the pitfalls of sex with him, known she’d fallen impetuously in love with him—or had that been infatuation? After all, she’d come from a small rural community, and he appeared so urbane and savvy.

  As the years had gone on, she’d thought about him often enough. When she made love in her dreams, it was always to a man who had Luke’s handsome face and gorgeous body. What would have happened if they’d made love to each other?

  Now he was here. Her heart pounded erratically. She ‘still’ wanted him, but this time she wouldn’t run if the opportunity for sex arose. Which it shouldn’t. Luke wasn’t here for her. Why was he here?

  Thankfully, he took a seat in gallery at the back of the courtroom. He raked his fingers through his short blond hair and blew out a breath. Judge Alera Saunders presided over a murder case, and Ana had been asked to defend a man she believed was guiltier than Jack the Ripper. The senior partner in her law firm had told her if she wanted to continue her career, she’d have to prove herself, even if the man she defended leered at her.

  Promptly at four-thirty p.m., the judge pounded her gavel on her desk and adjourned the case until the next morning. Ana sat at the defendant’s table and aimlessly shuffled her legal documents and notes, sending short prayers upward, that Luke would leave with everyone else.

  “Ana?” came from behind her in his deep and husky voice, a sound that could easily drive a woman wild in his bed. She shuddered. Her panties were already wet.

  Drumming up every ounce of courage she had, Ana glanced over her shoulder. “Luke,” she said under her breath. She still wanted him, his tousled blond hair, those liquid blue eyes that seemed to see right into the depths of her soul, his narrow hips and—

  She moistened her parched lower lip. Luke had a big package, the largest she’d ever seen.

  “I need your help.” He sat down beside her and easily took up the chair’s width.

  Her nerves tingled with awareness at his nearness. When they’d been in law school together, how many times had she fought the urge to reach out and touch his cock, to watch it get hard? But back then, they’d been from two different social stratums. She’d been poor, forced to work three jobs to get herself through law school, and he’d had a wealthy dad who’d not only paid for his education but had sent him money when he’d requested some.

  Luke hadn’t been her type.

  “Why? Can’t your daddy help you?” She hadn’t meant to be so blunt, but her words were out, and she couldn’t easily retract them.

  “We parted ways.” Luke rested his hand on her forearm. The muscles worked in his jaw before he made a visible attempt to control them.

  “I’ve got a lot of work to do. I have to go.” She started to rise, but his hand clamped down harder and stilled her. Ana gnawed on her lip.

  “You wouldn’t have stayed behind if you weren’t at least a little interested about why I’m here.”

  Running a hand through her hair, she gave him an angry glare. He’d seen right through her. Uneasiness worked its way down her spine and heat rose into her cheeks.

  “What do you want?” she asked tersely, slamming back into her seat.

  “I need your expertise in finding a bank robber and a murderer.” He spoke softly, as if careful not to be overheard, though the large room was empty.

  “Does this have something to do with the news on the radio this morning?” The news flash kept replaying in her head. The report had clearly stated that Luke was wanted for a cold-blooded murder and robbery.

  He nodded, and swallowed hard. “I didn’t do it, Ana. It was someone else who looked like me.”

  Ana drew a long breath. He’d never been in trouble with the law before. Should she trust him that he was telling the truth? “I’m a lawyer. What you need is a private investigator.” And what I need is sex, hot and heavy.

  “Why don’t I explain this over dinner?” Luke said, his voice so low she had to strain to hear him. His hand tightened on her wrist.

  “You can’t be seen in a public place,” she reminded him carefully. “And besides, I can’t. I have to prepare for tomorrow.” She didn’t dare to meet his gaze. He’d know she was lying. Her heart pounded in her chest.

  Oh Lord, but she couldn’t go to dinner, not with Luke Desemond. She’d probably throw herself at him and beg him to have sex with her, the kind of mind-boggling sex she had with him in her dreams. Their bodies were damp with sweat, and his large cock was sheathed in her pussy. There, in her dreams, they spent the night in each other’s arms making love until the dawn lit up the sky.

  Beside her, Luke stared off into the distance. “You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” He turned to her, his expression unreadable. “I’ve changed, Ana. You have to believe me.”

  “No, you haven’t.” You’re still larger than life, haunting my dreams, and oh God, but I wish you hadn’t sho
wn up. You can’t possibly know the anguish and torture you present.

  His shoulders slumped in dejection. “I’m not the spoiled, rich man’s son anymore,” he whispered. “You have to believe me. My life depends on you.”

  “Your life is your own, Luke. It can’t possibly depend on me.”

  He was muddling her thoughts.

  “I don’t need a private investigator. I need you because you believe in justice, because you’ll fight for it.”

  I’m tired of his stories, but I’m so aroused by his sitting next to me. I’ve got to leave before I throw myself at him. Despite the pressure on her wrist, Ana got to her feet. “Luke, I’m leaving. I don’t want to see you again.”

  Luke rose so quickly she didn’t have time to blink. “You still want me, don’t you?” he whispered, his eyes flashing dangerously. “You want me to strip that fancy suit off your body and to fuck you, don’t you?”

  Ana quivered from head to toe. “No, I don’t. Leave me alone.”

  “You’re not fooling anyone but yourself, Ana,” he continued, his tone insufferably arrogant.

  She lashed out at him. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” Scooping legal documents and personal notes into her briefcase, she bit her lip. Why couldn’t he go away rather than telling her how much he needed her?

  He spun her around to face him. Papers floated out of her hand and onto the polished marble floor. He jerked her forward into a tight embrace, their bodies meeting from chest to thigh. Ana moaned and sank against him, the feeling in every nerve heightened to a level beyond sensuality. Too many years of longing had erased the boundary between shame and burning need.

  He cupped her chin and tilted back her head back. Smouldering heat burned behind his blue eyes. He kissed her, gently at first, then with raging ferocity. Powerless to resist, she parted her lips against the onslaught. His hot tongue delved into her mouth, and against her teeth, taking with such abandon, she almost fainted.

  Luke backed her up against the table and edged her thighs apart with one knee. Her mind protested that there must be a better, more private place for sex, but Luke was moving too fast. Her jacket’s buttons were unfastened. Her nipples puckered against the thin silk camisole. She ground her hips against his bulging erection and sucked in a helpless breath. Since when had she become so brazen? And with a wanted felon? She could lose everything she’d fought for so hard if she was seen with him, if she didn’t turn him to the authorities despite his protestations that he was innocent.

  “Ana,” he breathed. The sound of her name on his lips drove her beyond the point of reasoning.

  “Luke,” she whispered, unable to comprehend how she could so quickly fall into his arms. They were about to have sex on this table, and anyone could walk in on them.

  “You’re sexier than I remember.” His gaze flicked from her stocking-covered thighs to her face.

  I could tell you a thing about what I remember. Your cock bulging against the seam of your trousers and driving all the girls crazy with lust. The rakish blond hair and the baby blue eyes are sexier than I recall.

  Unceremoniously and swiftly, the stockings and her panties were gone, torn and discarded on the floor. Luke stood between her thighs. Her gaze was fixed on his throbbing cock. The size! The pleasure!

  Instead of unfastening his belt and freeing his penis, he sank to his knees and spread her thighs wider. She heard herself whimper as his tongue darted out and licked her moist crevice.

  “No,” she cried, realising he was about to give her oral sex. “No! I want you inside me.”

  He chuckled, but his eyes remained sad and too focused. “Do you have a condom?”

  Regret swirled through her. She shook her head. Her breasts were sensitive against the camisole rubbing them.

  “I won’t make love to you unless I’m wearing one.”

  Ana heard no sorrow in his voice. Bitterness quickly replaced the regret. She shoved him aside and hopped the short distance to the floor. “Then you won’t make love to me at all.”

  Ana was devastatingly sexy without her stockings and underwear. She bent over to scoop them off the floor, the short skirt hiked up to reveal a hint of her butt and Luke just about lost it right there. His forehead broke out in a sweat. The condom was to protect her, not that he had any disease, but what if she got pregnant? He wouldn’t be able to care for the baby, either physically or emotionally, from prison where he was certain he was headed.

  He grabbed her upper arm and forced her to face him. “This wasn’t a good idea. My second head was talking louder than my first, but Ana, I still need your help.”

  He’d made her angry. Her eyes, normally a smoky grey, were a thunderous charcoal.

  “Why should I help you?” she threw back at him. “For all I know, you committed both the robbery and the murder,” she accused. Her lips trembled, and her chest heaved up and down.

  “Ana, you don’t really believe that, do you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have waited for me after everyone left.” His throat was thick with a sudden fear that gripped him. “The cops came to the house to arrest me. Luckily, only mother was there and she had no idea where I was, or who it was the cops were searching for.” His gaze saddened. “I don’t have an alibi so now I look guilty as hell. You’ve got to help me.”

  “So you want me to be your alibi?” Her voice rose, and she tugged on her arm ineffectually.

  “I would never ask you to put your career in jeopardy for me by lying for me.” God help him, but if it saved his skin, he might. No, he couldn’t. She was too sweet, too kind and had worked harder than most lawyers to get where she was.

  She closed the distance between them and gazed into his eyes. She was petite, but she could stand up to anyone. He’d seen it. “You simply being here puts me in jeopardy,” she said, enunciating each word carefully.

  Luke had thought about that, too. “I need you to prove that I wasn’t in the bank and that I didn’t murder that man,” he said simply, his heart thumping with dread. “I cannot, will not, go to prison for a crime I didn’t commit.”

  She sucked in a reedy breath. “Look. You have to leave me alone. I’ve already been put on notice that my firm doesn’t believe in me. I’m already working a murder case, defending an asshole who, as sure as the sun sets, committed the crime. I don’t need your kind of trouble.” She hunkered down to pick up the papers from the floor.

  Luke bent to help her. The sheets of paper rustled and whispered. “You know how it is, Ana. You’re judged guilty before a fair trial, and you know there’s nothing fair about them. Help me.”

  She straightened and gazed into his eyes. He saw the beginnings of the capitulation, before she blinked as if to clear away the confusion. If only he could reach out and clasp her hands to give her strength. Yet how could a doomed man help the one woman who could assist him in proving he was innocent?

  “Why don’t you turn yourself in, let the law see you’re innocent?”

  He clenched his fists into tight balls of helpless angst. “You don’t honestly believe what you’re saying, do you? If I do that, I’m as good as imprisoned for the rest of my life. The law turns out to be twelve jurors who often can’t agree about the simplest thing, and I’m going to put my life in their hands?” His voice had risen sharply. “Why can’t you see I’m innocent?”

  Abruptly, he straightened, holding several sheets of paper. Blindly, he stared at them. He’d thought Ana would understand. She’d always championed the underdog, had seen through the crass display of hypocrisy and invested heavily in the truth.

  She turned her back on him and her shapely ass caught his attention. Two tight half moons swayed with the soft fabric of her skirt. And she was totally bare underneath. He’d seen and tasted her. He groaned. He could take her now, unzip his pants, bend her over the table and plunge into the dark wetness of her pussy, although that wouldn’t help his cause.

  Reeling, he steadied himself, placing his hands on the edge of the table. Ana slammed her b
riefcase shut. She was about to walk away, leaving him alone and, he grudgingly admitted, afraid of the future. Trial by jury or trial by judge and jury weren’t options.

  Luke had to have her, to show her how much he’d loved her, and continued to love her. That was one thing he could hold onto, about which there was absolutely no misunderstanding.

  He shoved her against the table, watched as her raven black hair tumbled out of its barrette and down her back in a cascade of silk strands against the muted tan of her jacket. She bent over with her palms resting on the table, even more beautiful than she’d been four years ago, and she had an additional sexy, spark that intrigued him. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind in all that time, although he’d tried. Nothing had worked. He hiked up her skirt and heard not the faintest sound of complaint. He silently reproached himself, as he pressed her cock against her ass cheek. She was so lovely. He’d become an animal, desiring a woman from the first time he’d seen her, and now here he was penetrating her.

  He sank into her, her pussy velvet smooth and wet with what he liked to think was frustrated arousal. Luke had known from the moment he’d strolled into the courtroom that she wanted him. It was written in her smoky bedroom eyes, in the determined set of her mouth. She wanted nothing to do with him, but then she wanted what he had to offer her. Plunging into her channel as far as he could go, he paused, his heart pounding and his ears ringing. Four years could turn yearning into a brutal demand for satisfaction. His pent-up energy coiled into a tight knot, and he thrust harder and furiously, driven by his need. Under him, Ana moaned and curled her spine towards him. She whimpered, and he felt her tingling. He came with such an explosion, it immediately drained him. His breathing was ragged and he gripped her waist, wondering what in the hell he’d just done.