Legal Briefs (Lawyers in Love)

by Silber, N. M.

  “You have some mud, right about …” I wiped it off the corner of his mouth, still pouting a little, but much less hostile.

  There were other adjustments … Adam and I had decided to share my desk, which was fairly large, and so after dinner we began cleaning up and taking our work over to my writing nook, where he sat on one side and I sat on the other. I was just trying to figure out a complicated plot point one evening, when I was distracted by a clicking coming from his side of the desk. I peered around my laptop screen in the direction of the sound. There, I saw Adam messing around with a container of tic tacs. I had found the source of the cinnamon taste of his kisses. He looked up.

  “Want one?” he offered.

  “Sure, thanks,” I replied. He proceeded to knock exactly one tic tac into his palm and hand it to me. “Are you sure you can spare this?’ I asked solemnly.

  “How many did you want?”

  “Well, more than one. Who gives somebody one tic tac? Would it kill to be a little more generous? Some psychologist somewhere probably has some theory about one tic tac givers and fear of commitment.”

  “Fear of commitment, my ass. You should be committed, you loon. If you were intended to have more than one tic tac, they would have just made tic tacs bigger. This is a regulation sized tic tac, and it should be more than enough to satisfy your breath freshening needs,” he said, sounding affronted.

  “A tic tac is not merely a breath freshener, it is a candy,” I pointed out, voice rising in anger. Who was he calling a loon? “And they make them small on purpose, so you’ll think you’re getting more, and so you’ll run out faster when someone asks for one, and you give them a few!”

  “Why would someone ask for A tic tac when they really wanted several tic tacs? What does that say about their psychology?! Why not be honest from the get-go about what you want?!” he shouted back at me.

  “I didn’t ask for one! You offered me one, God damn it!”

  “And as for your other points, it is primarily a breath freshener, and maybe you should alert the media about your great tic tac size conspiracy!”

  “I can’t believe we’re fighting about motherfucking tic tacs!” I screamed and the two of us glowered at each other across my desk for several seconds before smiles slowly appeared on both of our faces.

  “Want to have make-up sex?” he asked.

  “Yeah, let’s go,” I said, getting up and heading for the bedroom.

  That was one thing that we adjusted to quite happily. Not only did we now have regular access to hot sex, we had developed enough intimacy and trust to play around and be a little adventurous. In other words, I really did have a research assistant.

  One night when I came out from the bathroom, I found him reading on his iPad in bed. We had gotten into the habit of reading to each other, which I absolutely loved. He seemed totally engrossed and I was curious.

  “What are you reading that has you so fascinated?”

  “I’m reading about Braxton and Alana,” he answered with a smile, looking up.

  “You’re reading my book?” I asked, grinning. “What do you think?”

  “I think this is one dirty book. I can’t tell you how happy I am that my girlfriend wrote it,” he teased and I laughed. “I think we should do some research,” he said suggestively, openly checking me out in the Penn T-shirt and nothing else that I was wearing.

  “Now? We have work tomorrow,” I reminded him.

  “So, we won’t take all night. Although, we could,” he added with a cocky smile. “Come on, what do you have here we can test-drive? Lingerie, sex toys, edible panties?”

  “How about we just take that bath together? It’s not kinky or adventurous but it’s sensual and intimate.”

  “Okay, I like you wet,” he said with a flirty smile.

  “How could I resist a smooth line like that?”

  I had a big, deep, old-fashioned claw-foot bathtub, perfect for the occasion. I pushed my hair up into a loose ponytail, lit some candles, put on some music by Sade, and poured scented bath oil under the flowing water. Then Adam and I took off the few clothes we were wearing and he got in and sat back with a contented sigh. I slipped in after him, feeling the wonderfully warm water slide over my skin as I settled in front of him between his legs, leaning back against his chest.

  “Look at that. We both fit,” I joked. “Must be the bath oil lubing us up.”

  “You’re much more fun than a dump truck,” he said with a laugh, reaching out and grabbing a bath sponge and some body wash. “You know, I think I do like hanging out in bathrooms,” he went on in a low voice, his breath tickling my neck deliciously, and making my skin tingle.

  “Great. I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear my boyfriend say that,” I teased, and then gasped as he began making delightful little swirls with the warm, wet, soapy sponge against my nipples. I swallowed hard and tipped my head back. He accepted my silent invitation and began gently sucking my neck at the same time. I moaned and wiggled my bottom against him, making him groan in response.

  “Come here dirty girl,” he said in a sexy voice, turning me toward him and leaning down to kiss me full-on.

  I loved the way he swept his tongue into my mouth, like he was staking his claim. I also loved the way his wet and slippery skin felt against me, and I rubbed up against him like a shameless hussy. He moved his mouth away from mine to kiss my neck again and then he paused to whisper in my ear. “Your wet rack feels absolutely amazing pressed against me, madam.”

  “Why thank you, sir,” I said with a smile, as I picked up his hand, and turned my head to look deeply into his eyes as I slid his index finger into my mouth and sucked seductively. His breath hitched and his eyes darkened and fogged with desire. When I popped his finger out from between my kiss-swollen lips, he grabbed my waist and urged me onto his lap. I sighed with delight feeling his hard-on pressing against me. “Oh my, you brought toys with you into the tub.”

  “You’re more than welcome to play with my toys,” he flirted back.

  I purposely squirmed in his lap, leaned in to rub my boobs against him, grabbed his head and gave him a hungry kiss, my tongue boldly exploring his cinnamon-tasting mouth. He kissed me back greedily, grabbing and kneading my ass. I pulled back and gave him an amused look.

  “What was that about, Mr. Grabby Hands?”

  “I’m allowed. This is mine,” he answered with a cocky grin, giving my bottom a firm squeeze. “Is this how you sat in Mark’s lap, by the way? If so, I might have to cut him some slack. This is pretty hard to resist.”

  “Ooh, I like hard,” I said in a sexy voice, scooting back a little, reaching into the soapy water, and stroking his tub toys.

  “You’re very naughty tonight,” he noted with a positively delighted look.

  “I thought you wanted to help me research,” I said, giving him a sexy pout.

  “I do,” he answered seductively, looking deeply into my eyes as I felt him reach between my legs and begin brushing his thumb up and down against my clit.

  I smiled and breathed in deeply, feeling my skin start to flush, and then I reached down with my other hand and cupped his balls with my palm, massaging the sensitive spot just behind them with my fingertips. He swallowed hard and his lips parted as his breathing quickened and became heavier. He slipped two fingers up inside me, curved them forward and began stroking my inner wall, expertly finding the right spot almost immediately. I whimpered a little and pushed my hips forward against his hand.

  Then I picked up the soapy sponge he had abandoned, squeezed some more body wash into it, reached into the water and gripped him tightly at the base, sliding my fist slowly up and down his swollen cock. He let out a ragged breath and a strangled sound.

  “Oh, baby, yeah, like that,” he groaned. “That feels so good.”

  I kept it up, twisting my grip around his shaft as I stroked him rhythmically and tried to remain focused while he continued stimulating my G-spot. The song Fade into You by Mazzy Star started
to play and I leaned down and started kissing him again as we drove each other wild with our intimate touches. It turned into a rather hot and heavy make-out session, while we tried to devour each other and my skin began to feel like it was on fire, like I could sense every nerve-ending in my body.

  He continued massaging me expertly, and at that moment, I was thankful for all of his experience. I moved my mouth lower to begin gently biting his neck as I let myself get lost in the sensation, only vaguely aware that the persistent moans and whimpers echoing off the tile walls were my own. My voice sounded to me like I was hearing it under the water.

  I heard him speaking to me in a low sexy way, telling me I was beautiful and he wanted me like he had never wanted anyone else. I felt like my body was a separate entity, and as he pleasured me, bringing me closer and closer to physical release, my mind embraced and reveled in all of the love and security he offered. That part felt just as warm as the bath we shared.

  While my brain was overcome with the feeling of being truly loved, though, my pussy was on fire. I felt deep pressure and tension, and my muscles clenching in intense anticipation as I climbed higher and higher. I really had no control over the physical at that point; I had had given that over to Adam willingly and entirely. Suddenly, I was climbing to the top of that roller coaster so fast it was dizzying. My voice got louder, higher, and shriller and I felt hot tears in my eyes because everything was just so intense that it was almost overwhelming me.

  I closed my eyes, arched my back, cried out, and writhed, my hips thrusting of their own volition, riding his hand, moving closer, climbing higher. The pressure was becoming so powerful, so acute that I didn’t know if I could stand much more. I could feel every inch of my body, but yet somehow, it also felt like everything was concentrated in that one place where his fingers stroked me.

  And then it happened, like getting hit with lightning, a bolt of electricity coursed through me and my muscles clamped down hard. In the next second, I felt like I was falling, my stomach plummeting, my vision blurred and I let out a deep sob. My whole body was hit by tremors so hard I that shook. The tears rolled down my cheeks as more sobs followed.

  Adam immediately pulled me into his arms, running his fingers through my hair, rubbing my back, telling me how much he loved me. It took a while for me to recover. I had never felt anything that intense, never let myself be that vulnerable and never let anyone care for me so sweetly.

  Finally, after God knows how long, I collected myself. I leaned up and kissed him, sweeping my tongue into his mouth possessively, and then pulling back, biting his bottom lip gently and looking deeply into his eyes through my wet lashes.

  “I’m sorry I got distracted,” I said in a shaky but sated voice.

  “It’s okay. I would rather be inside you anyway. Now up on your knees because I want to suck on those gorgeous tits.”

  I let out a sharp breath and felt the tingling start between my legs again as I rose up to my knees, still straddling him. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, bending his head to my breast and stroking one taut nipple with his tongue, as his stubble abraded my hyper-sensitized skin, sending shock waves and shivers through me. Then he took it into his mouth and started vigorously sucking. My palm slapped against the smooth, slick tile wall, as I tried to steady myself because my legs had begun shaking so hard. His thumb started circling my clit again and I began feeling heated, feeling chills, feeling everything, including an aching need to have him inside me. He knew my body more intimately than anyone else ever had, and he sensed it when I was nearing the verge of desperation.

  “Turn around, lean over and grab the edge of the tub,” he instructed in a husky voice, letting go of my waist. I did as he asked and I felt the water stir as he got up on his knees behind me. He wrapped an arm around my waist again, leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Do you mind that we’re not facing each other?” I was surprised by how thoughtful and caring that question was.

  “No, I know it’s you back there.” I felt him smile against my ear.

  “Do you mind if we talk dirty?”

  “Not at all.”

  “Allow me to add then, that I’m going to pound this sweet pussy so hard you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow.”

  “Good,” I said swallowing hard and starting to pant. “As I mentioned earlier, I like hard.”

  With that, he positioned himself at my entrance, grabbed my hips and slid home. Then he began thrusting into me deeply. I reached down between my legs, so I could feel him sliding in and out of me and the sensation was incredibly erotic. Then I moved my fingers up to my clit and most sentient thought ended. One thing that I was aware of was that he was very vocal tonight.

  “Yes. Oh God,” he ground out. “Ah-ha, Oh fuck!” he shouted, pumping his hips faster. “Your pussy feels so good. I want to be deeper and deeper inside you.”

  “Yes,” I cried out. “I can take it. I love it.” He adjusted his angle and pounded me even harder. I cried out, loving the potent combination of pleasure and pain as he hit up against the end of me inside. I felt the pressure building again, my muscles getting tighter as I started to climb.

  “Oh fuck, Lily, it feels like you’re going to come, baby.” He reached around and started rubbing my clit along with me.

  “I’m so close,” I said on a moan, pushing my hips back against him. “Please, please Adam. God, please I need to come.” I felt his other hand slide down to where we were joined and then trail back up, where he began placing pressure on my ass, massaging the tight ring of muscle as he continued thrusting hard. Finally, I yielded to him and his thumb slid inside me. That was more sensation than my body could handle. “Oh yes!” I screamed and then gasped as I went over the edge, crying out his name over and over as my muscles contracted all around him and I shuddered. It was all I could do not to collapse but somehow I managed. He moved his hands to my hips and just held on, slamming into me, making wonderful groans of pleasure, and rambling almost incoherently.

  “Oh, Lily, so good. Oh baby, I feel it. Oh, God, baby, I’m going to come. Oh. Yeah. Oh, yeah, Oh Lily, Lily, Lily! Yes!”

  With one final hard thrust, he let out a deep sound of intense pleasure, held himself against me tightly and exploded inside me. A couple of seconds later, he pulled me with him into his arms as we both collapsed back into the soothing bath. As I lay there against him, both of us trying to catch our breath, I knew that Lilah Alden’s books would never be the same now that she had a research partner. We got out soon after, dried each other off tenderly with big fluffy towels. Both of us were too exhausted for reading or even talking that night. I just snuggled down under the covers as Adam held me. Adam also now spooned with me at will, and didn’t fear bodily harm.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Friday evening, after work, Adam and I sat at a table at O’Malley’s talking to our friends, while Ho Hey by The Lumineers played in the background, and Jacob, accompanied by his table full of friends, and an attractive redhead this time, continued to occasionally send an uncomfortably flirty look my way. At the moment, my courtroom style was the topic of our conversation.

  “I think that Adam and Lily are becoming the same person,” Braden noted, beginning the discussion.

  “I agree. Lily, you’ve become the female him, in court,” Jess said, gesturing at Adam. “You’re all sarcasm and swagger these days.”

  “Oh no! Lily!” Gabrielle said, sounding aghast.

  “What?” I asked defensively. “I’m just doing my job. It’s not my fault that their clients aren’t exactly rocket scientists.” Adam and I shared a smile.

  “It’s like they’ve become Borg,” Cam noted.

  “Lily has been assimilated,” Mark joked.

  “They’re such a cute couple, aren’t they?” Braden asked with a grin that showed me how much Adam must have tortured him about Gabrielle.

  “Adorable,” Cam agreed. “Mr. and Mrs. Cocky Prosecutor.”

  “When’s the wedding, incidentally?” Br
aden went on.

  “Why, you looking for somebody to BBQ with you and the Mrs., Mr. Family Guy?” Adam shot back.

  “We’re looking for somebody to work with us at the practice we want to start,” Gab jumped in. “Now that Lily’s a real live lawyer, and the two of you are a team, maybe you two should both think coming to work with us. Actually, it would be great if all of you would think about it. We’re going to take on interesting cases. We’re also fun.” She smiled at Braden, who gave her a look that said he thought she was lots of fun.

  “How are you going to afford to hire all of us?” Mark asked. “Oh, wait, you’re both rich.”

  “In fact, we can afford to pay you more than you’re making now,” Braden volunteered. “Well, not Cam there, since he’s in private practice, but the rest of you civil servants.”

  “And you would have more flexible hours,” Gab jumped in. “You could write and practice, Lily. And Cam, even if you didn’t want to leave your firm, you could shift your pro bono work to us since we’ll be a non-profit.”

  “You’re serious,” I said.

  “Yes, we’re serious,” Gab replied. “We want to take our friends with us.”

  “Where?” a voice to our left broke it. Bruce stood there looking depressed.

  “To the new practice we’re starting,” Gab replied. “We could use someone to be in charge of research and our in-house library,” she suggested with a smile. “That is if you don’t want to take the job with Judge Channing. I heard they offered it to you.”

  “They did, but he’s retiring in a few months. Besides, he’s a curmudgeon.”

  “So are you,” I pointed out.

  “But when he retired I might be out of work.”

  “Not if you come work for us, and we could pay you more than a county employee,” Gab put in. “You would be the boss of your department. Not that you would be supervising anybody at first.”