Object Me: A Bad Boy Lawyer Romance

by Roxy Sinclaire

“I call bull.” I jested and felt a little lighter.

  “I’m just glad that you’re smiling. It’s really a beautiful thing.” Dylan added with sincerity before pressing his lips to my forehead.

  “Thank you.”

  I didn’t really know what to say.

  “I’m not used to people giving me compliments. Most of the time, my name might as well have been Casper the friendly ghost.” I winced. “It was like everyone saw right through me, like I didn’t matter.”

  “That’s harsh.” He comforted me, giving my shoulder a quick squeeze.

  “Today I felt like that again. Like no one saw me for who I am. Just my body parts.”

  His face, which looked like the gods, had taken time to skillfully craft, scrunched at my words.

  “Did I make you feel that way?”

  I nodded, unable to look up into the crystal clear blue of his eyes.

  “Damn.” The deep breathiness of his words sounded against my cheek as he pulled me closer and kissed my ear.

  There was a comfortable silence between us, and I stayed pressed against the rigid expanse of his chest.

  When it seemed as though the ride was taking longer than usual, I sat up and searched the crowded downtown streets and then Dylan’s face.

  “Where are we going? This isn’t the way to my loft.”

  He reached out an arm to pull me back to the place against him I had recently vacated.

  “You were so worked up earlier, I felt like it wouldn’t be safe for you to be alone.”

  My neck took on a life of its own and reared back without regard to Dylan’s title or position.

  “You did what?” The words punched out of my throat. “How dare you make those decisions for me.”

  “So, what? Should I have left you a crumpled mess on the bench?” he huffed back.

  “First of all …” my finger poked through the air with certainty, but my words were lost when he inserted his tongue into my mouth.

  I couldn’t decide whether the anger I felt was because of his blatant disregard for my ability to think yet again or because of the balmy heat that pooled between my legs from the intensity of his kiss causing my brain to nearly disintegrate.

  With firm hands he cupped my ass and slid my body closer to his, as he expertly explored the depths of my mouth.

  “I need to know that you are all right.” His words bristled against my lips as he held my face close to his. “I need you to come home with me.”

  His stare caused my breath to catch in my throat. I breathed him in, intoxicated by the spicy strength of his scent.

  “Okay.” I whimpered feeling like unset Jell-O in the curve of his arm.

  He didn’t remove his arm from my waist the rest of the way to his home and I didn’t try to remove myself. I just sat there in the comfort of his arms until the long limousine rounded a corner into an alcove of multi-level brick homes decorated with bright green yards and exotic flora.

  “Fancy.” I commented as the driver pulled into the long curved driveway and stopped.

  Fancy didn’t even begin to describe the incredible and astoundingly elegant home where Dylan resided. I worked hard to keep my face neutral and my gasps to a minimum as my eyes bounced across the vaulted ceiling of the foyer, the tall winding stair case, and the golden embellishments blotted across the pristine white walls. My small heels echoed against the white Florentine marble as Dylan guided me up the stairs and down a hall to a set of white, gold trimmed French doors with looping handles.

  In total awe, I gasped at the expansive bedroom that unfolded behind those doors.

  The sight of his king sized bed both flustered and excited me, and thankfully he led me past it. Being in the presence of Dylan caused small explosions to burst through my body in simultaneous spots with the thought of how deft he was in the use of his fingers.

  The gaping garden hot tub that came into view lit a smile across my face.

  “Nice.” came out in a whisper.

  The large room had full mirrors, a chaise, and a separate stone steamer shower. An open door led to the actual business part of the spa like room.

  Dylan moved over to the tub and pulled his shoulders from his suit jacket. More gracefully than I thought the gruff man could perform, he sat on the edge of the oversized tub, rolled up his sleeves and turned on the water.

  I watched as he moved through the bathroom and lowered his large body to kneel in front of a cabinet under the sink.

  “What are you looking for? What are you doing?” I asked. Would he expect me to bathe with him? I wondered if he had brought me to his home to seduce me.

  He smiled back at me before he pulled out a bottle of liquid bubble bath in one hand and oil in another.

  “This is all for you.” he said, a softness befalling his eyes that I had never seen before. “Relax. I won’t bother you.” he stated as if reading my mind.

  I shifted my weight to my left side. He had been sweet to me, and I was being difficult.

  “I didn’t mean it like that.” I said.

  “I meant it when I said that I wanted to make sure that you were all right.” He poured bubble bath and oil into the water before standing. “I’m selfish when it comes to sex. Not about giving pleasure, but about your attention. When I take you, I want it all. I want your thoughts, feelings, and concentration to be on our bodies connecting.”

  I gulped, watching the plain expression on his face. Dylan was not joking. He planned to fuck me and if his finger skills were any indication of his ability, he was going to do it well.

  “Ok.” I muttered as flashes of his taut hard body ramming into me flashed through my mind. Dylan could have it all, and had taken all of my mind and emotions every time that we were together.

  “What will I wear, when I get out?”

  The air was thick with heat as the water rose in the tub and Dylan stood before me and grasped my hands.

  “I have a few left over company sweats for the softball team that you can put on. I’ll leave them on the bed for you, but you won’t need them straight away.”

  “Really?” I asked almost hopeful after his gesture that there might be more. No one had ever done anything like this just for me before.

  “There are clean robes folded in the closet with the towels. Hilda, my masseuse will be set up in the bedroom when you are ready. She’ll also assist with whatever drink you would like.”

  He kissed my cheek gently and I ached for his lips to touch mine again.

  “Thank you.” I smiled.

  The soak, the massage, the wine all soothed my soul in a way that rivalled the most luxurious commercial or boutique spa around. Hilda was so good that I think I may have orgasmed, twice, due to her expert kneading of my neck, back and thighs. She was damn good, and my body felt so relaxed that I fell straight to sleep afterward.

  I woke from the massage table nearly a new woman, but the sun had lowered in the sky. I wandered in amazement through the halls of Dylan’s home, opening doors until I found him.

  He was sitting quietly in a large wing backed leather chair, his dark green eyes flowing over papers in the manila folder so absorbedly that he didn’t even notice me.

  I moved closer to him and saw the scowl perched on his face as though a smile had never lived there, as though he wasn’t the same man that had provided me with the sweetest ending to a bitter day.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  There wasn’t a tell-tale sign that I had startled him, the man had the face of stone when he wanted, but the way his left eyebrow lifted slightly for a piece of a second let me know that he hadn’t expected to see me.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Better. Why were you frowning when I walked in?”

  He smirked and tugged me onto his lap.

  “What frown?”

  He grazed his fingers gingerly against the side of my face.

  “I told you, so now you tell me?” I said as assertively as possible through the lull of his tou
ch.

  He looked at me then. I assume he had to consider whether or not to divulge the information.

  “What is it espionage documentation?”

  He shrugged his shoulders and handed over the file.

  “Menory Medical wants to settle for a good amount and I feel like there is something that I am missing.”

  “You miss something?” I questioned under lifted eyebrows.

  I flipped through a folder that listed the names and descriptions of the patients affected.

  “They must have noticed another pattern.” I said. “The first case was put together based on a series of negative commonalities with the Brandon Hunter case.”

  “Right.” Dylan agreed. “Brandon Hunter’s wife, Sherry, initiated the suit after he died from an infection.”

  “I noticed that they all had an infection. Now we have to figure out what other commonality they have beyond the surface stuff of age and symptoms.” I stand feeling the thrill of new ideas pumping through me. “The infection was caused by Menory products, but doesn’t Menory have a pharmaceutical side too.”

  “Yes.” he confirmed.

  I flipped through a folder.

  “So it may not have just been the products but the medication as well”

  “Which would warrant an entirely different lawsuit.” he added.

  Dylan’s hand met mine in a high five.

  “Right.” I agreed feeling a rush from actually using my brain and working together to solve a problem.

  His eyes fell to my lips.

  “Let me feed you tonight.” He flicked his tongue against my lips and a flare of need scorched inside of me.

  I looked out the window at the darkening sky.

  “Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes.” He added with a touch to my cheek.

  His gaze was soft against me, not the same brazened mischievous heat that poured from them the first time that we met.

  I couldn’t resist him. I couldn’t say no to his anxiousness or his wanting to be with me.

  Dinner was served in a formal dining room, prepared by Dylan’s personal chef and served by the house manager.

  “This was all so wonderful.” I remarked after finishing the delectable meal.

  He wiped his mouth but looked at me as though he had enough room left still to devour me.

  I had to fight back the wave of feeling washing over me and ebbing away at the barriers I had created. I didn’t want to like the man, but I was sinking.

  Chapter 8

  Dylan

  I didn’t bring Yvette to my home with the intention of having sex with her. My intentions had been purely Boy Scout in nature—kindness to the core. She had been hurting, and I wasn’t a total monster. I wasn’t the total creep that many had painted me to be, at least not completely. I have a heart. Unfortunately, being in the presence of Yvette had made me all the more aware of that nearly forgotten organ.

  I nearly had to handcuff myself to the desk to keep from going up stairs and peeking in on my mind stealing house guest. I had given her my word that she could relax without the thought of me coming onto her, but damn if that wasn’t one of the hardest promises to keep. I had wanted her instantly when she walked through my office door, her fresh oval face free of makeup. Her normally straight blond hair was waved and drawn back from her face into a ponytail centered at the crown of her head. The oversized sports attire that I had left for her to change into didn’t emphasize her figure, but instead created an extra curiosity about the curves that lay beneath. She was gorgeous, and my dick knew it. It gave her a full salute at first glance, drawn to full attention at the sight of her. I knew then that her presence would try both my sanity and my integrity.

  Staring at her from across the dining room table, the woman looked fucking delicious. I wanted to lap up every last crumb of her and hear her scream out my name until she no longer had a voice.

  “Are you okay?” Yvette asked huskily, the sensuality of her voice was like an aphrodisiac pulling the head of my dick toward her.

  I swallowed away images of her pretty pink pussy playing hide the penis and smiled like a doofus. I was grinning like an idiot.

  “I'm fine. Why do you ask?”

  “Because you're staring at me.” she answered, popping the end of a piece of cheesecake into her mouth.

  I cleared my throat and refrained from telling her the truth behind my thoughts. I wanted to put my mouth on her right then and there.

  “Well, you happen to look a lot more appetizing than the cheesecake.”

  “Only in your opinion." she said in that sassy voice that only heightened the desire that I felt. "Cheesecake is the best dessert ever made. If I could eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day and then blend it up into a shake to sip between meals then I would. Better yet I would just walk around with a bottle of cheesecake and sip it all day long.”

  At the thought of a bottle hanging from her mouth spurting a vanilla substance between her lips, my cock stirred.

  I cleared my throat.

  “Well, I'm glad you like it." I replied lamely.

  When she twisted the fork downward and slowly pulled it from her mouth, accentuating those lips, I’d had enough.

  “Let’s head back into my office for a few. Maybe we can make some progress on the case.”

  I felt that maybe if we relocated, somewhere where the main objective was not putting objects into a mouth, then I would be able to concentrate a little better.

  The situation didn’t improve much in my office, where we sat next to each other on the leather sofa, scanning case information with a new purpose, a new goal, thanks to her earlier theory. The smell of the lavender scented oil, bubble bath, and her natural scent swished together to create a fragrance that incited a fire in me.

  I closed my eyes and inhaled her fragrance.

  “Look at this.” Yvette said after a few moments of research. Her hand brushed over mine as she passed the file over to me, and a yearning burst through me.

  Taking the folder, I watched her expressive eyes wash over me. I was sure she could feel the electricity pulsating between us. The undeniable magnetic connection that quivered through our bodies.

  She licked those lips, an instant turn on.

  I turned away, ungluing my eyes from her to review the folder that she had just given me. Sure enough, there was the name of the medication administered.

  “I think you’ve found something.” Excitement mixed with my desire and I couldn’t hold back any longer. Yvette was a sexy super genius.

  “Really.” Her enthusiastic and desirable voice creating clips in my mind of how she would sound at the height of ecstasy.

  She placed a hand on my thigh gently, and leaned her body forward.

  Her shoulder brushed against my chest, teasing my nipple and her hand inched higher to my already stiff staff as she looked again at the information she had already pointed out to me.

  “So you want to play?” I rumbled dropping the folder to the coffee table and sliding my hand through her hair.

  “Huh?” She feigned innocence while looking up at me with wide eyes, but the glint there told me that she knew exactly what she was doing.

  Without any further thought, I pulled her against me to capture those pillowy lips with mine. I wrapped my arms around her while I relished the sweet taste of her mouth as I stroked it with my tongue. I had kissed her before but this time a hunger like I had never experienced suffused my entire body.

  I shoved my hand under the oversized sweatshirt and palmed her breast. Twirling her hardened nipple between my fingers.

  Her soft sigh of contentment brushed gently against my ear, as I rained soft kisses along her throat, but her body was still slightly stiff. I wanted her to let go. I wanted all of her and right then.

  In a swift motion, I shifted my hold on her so that we were lying together on the length of the sofa.

  She was as eager as I was and her greedy tongue demolished all of my resistance.
/>   “Dylan.” she protested needfully. “What …”

  “Shhh.” I tried to quiet her. “Enjoy.”

  Seeing her swollen, moist mouth only increased my desire. Her beautiful eyes widened as she looked up at me through her long lowered lashes.

  “But we …” she started, but I stopped her protest with a kiss. We had gone too far and waited too long for second thoughts. I had given her too much leeway. I should have taken her in my office the first time I had the privilege to touch her pussy.

  Yvette’s body moved against mine sinuously as her hands explored me everywhere.

  Her melodious moan was beautiful and fueled my hand’s descent to find her wet core.

  “I want you.” I said breathlessly as I gently placed one hand on her dripping sex and grasped her pert full breast with the other.

  My cock strained against my pants nearly ready to explode at the sight of her glistening aroused pink budded nipples, smooth flat stomach, and parted vagina. She was gloriously gorgeous and all mine for the taking.

  She tilted her tempting body against my hand, rocking against it as though she needed each thrust to breathe.

  Her eyes caught mine.

  “Dylan.” she stammered. There was no more pretense, her reserve was gone.

  A silent acknowledgement passed between us as she gripped my arm as though it were her life line.

  “Let me hear you say it.” I moved my hand from her nipple to her clit, relishing the pleasure that spread across her face as I played with her silky sex like a kid at recess.

  “Say it.” I barked before capturing her neck between my teeth.

  Yvette’s back arched before she moaned out “I need you Dylan.”

  I pushed my hand deeper into her. I wanted to hear her say it again. I didn’t want her to stop saying it.

  “Again.” I rumbled as I trailed my tongue across her jawline before nibbling the underside of her neck.

  “Uh. Damn it Dylan.” Her words came out in panting bursts as I quickened my strokes. “I need it—need you.”

  I captured her mouth as I let my need be known. I had never wanted a woman so deeply before. I ached for her

  “I need you.” she whimpered as her body clenched around my hand. Her eyes shut tight as every part of her gripped me.