Legal Heat

by Sarah Castille

  Steele slammed his briefcase closed and pulled open the door. “I’ll have to handle Kowalski and that naughty kitty myself.”

  “You need to calm down.”

  Katy paced up and down the small meeting room at Richards & Moretti. “Don’t tell me what I need, Tony. If I was calm, I would already have called the Law Society.” She glared. “Where is he? If he isn’t here in the next five minutes…”

  The door opened and Mark stepped inside, his face grim. “What’s going on? I could hear you from my office, as could our staff and clients. Steele was here. You’re lucky he didn’t recognize your voice.”

  “What’s going on?” she shrieked. “You tampered with my witness.”

  “I did no such thing.” Mark walked around the table to stand beside Tony.

  “You did. Patricia Cunningham was willing to talk to me, but when I stopped by her house this afternoon, she sent me away. She said you’d been to see her this morning. I don’t think there could be any clearer case of tampering.”

  She felt no relief once the words were out. Her anger had been building since Patricia had suddenly gone tight lipped and sent her home. Fuming in rush hour traffic hadn’t helped. She hadn’t even gone back to her office. She had come straight to see Mark. She wanted answers. She wanted to know how she had been so naïve as to trust him.

  “I didn’t know you had planned to interview her. It was a coincidence.” He spoke with a calm even rhythm as if he was explaining something complicated to a child. “You know there is no property in a witness.”

  “Bullshit. I don’t believe it. I told you about the interview. I trusted you and you turned around and stabbed me in the back.” She clenched her fists by her sides. “We can both interview the witness, but one of us can’t coerce the witness into refusing to talk.”

  “Stop right there.” Mark’s rejoinder echoed in the small space. “You told me you were going to interview a witness in Burnaby. You didn’t say who it was.”

  Tony held up his hands. “I’ve known Mark a long time. I’ve worked with him in two businesses. I trust him implicitly. If he says he didn’t know, then he didn’t know. He doesn’t play games in his practice. He is always totally above board. Sometimes too much.”

  Katy clenched her teeth and focused on taking deep breaths. Of course Tony would back him up. He stood to benefit from any profit Mark made in the case. “I don’t believe you either. You’re probably in this together.”

  Mark’s face tightened. “You’re overreacting. Why don’t you sit down and we can discuss this without all the hysterics?”

  If she’d been angry before, his condescending tone tipped her over the edge. “Don’t you dare patronize me,” she yelled. She yanked out the heavy tortoiseshell clip holding back her hair. “You push and you push and when finally I give in and trust you, you betray me. Just. Like. Steven.”

  Mark ducked as the clip skimmed past his head and smacked against the glass window behind him. Katy’s hair spilled out across her shoulders in a glorious chestnut wave. The fire of her fury drew him like nothing else. Her eyes glittered, her cheeks flushed and her breasts heaved under her tight shirt. She looked as delectable as she had on the judge’s desk in the courtroom. Maybe more.

  But first, he had to sort out this mess. What the hell had she been doing at the Cunninghams’ house? Even he had trouble believing his own explanation about a coincidence, but he still didn’t know why she needed to speak with Patricia.

  With a quick nod, he sent Tony away and walked around the boardroom table, stopping just inches away from her. She trembled but didn’t back down. Instead, she held his gaze, her anger clear in the taut lines of her face.

  He cupped her cheek and stared into the raging blue sea. “I didn’t betray your trust and I did not purposely tamper with the witness.”

  Purposely. He had to say it because if Patricia Cunningham had truly changed her mind about talking to Katy, then in some way he had influenced her. Maybe he should have said knowingly.

  Her breath hitched and she pulled away. “I’m done here. We’re done. I’m going to speak to Ted about getting removed from the case so I never have to see you again.”

  She turned to go but Mark snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her toward him. “I won’t let you leave until we clear this up.”

  “You can’t keep me here.” Her voice rose to a high pitch. She twisted around and tried to push him away, but she was no match for his strength.

  He locked his arm and pulled her tightly against him. “Calm down, sugar. You’re overreacting.”

  Wrong thing to say. She shrieked and wiggled as she tried to escape. The soft, sweet curve of her breasts rubbed against his chest, her pelvis ground into his shaft, and when he slid his hand over the curve of her ass to hold her still, he realized she was wearing that damn garter belt.

  “Be still.” His heart raced and blood roared through his veins, fuzzing his brain with carnal passion until there was nothing but the scent of her arousal, the heat of her anger and the tormenting rub of her body against his. His control began to slip, disappearing too fast for him to catch it, until he had nothing to go on but primal instinct.

  “Fuck.” He grabbed her, shoved up her skirt and slammed her against the wall, cupping her sweet ass in his hands. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, pressing her mound firmly against his erection, barely restrained by the thin layers of clothing between them.

  “Even when I hate you I want you,” she spat out.

  “Listen to me.” He raised his voice above the rasp of her labored breathing. “I didn’t tamper with your witness, and as of this afternoon, I’m off the case. As promised. No more conflict.”

  He slanted his head and pressed his mouth firmly against hers, forcing her lips open. His tongue invaded her, thrusting and demanding until she shuddered and met him stroke for stroke. Her legs tightened around him as he plundered her mouth, taking what she gave, demanding more.

  “You’re off the case?” she murmured against his lips.

  “Yes.”

  “Nothing to come between us?”

  “Nothing.” He choked out the word barely able to speak with the effort of containing weeks of pent up sexual frustration.

  She licked his bottom lip. “You didn’t tamper with my witness?”

  “No.”

  “Kiss me again.” Her throaty demand was all the encouragement he needed.

  With a low groan, he dove back into the sweet honey of her mouth and their lips fused in a kiss that sent a wave of heat scorching through him. Her teeth slid across his lip and the metallic tang of blood rolled over his tongue. The primal taste stripped away the last thread of his control. He pulled away and yanked her head back, exposing her throat to his lips, his tongue and the sharp nip of his teeth. He breathed in her scent, sultry and sensual, and his cock throbbed in response.

  “I want you, sugar.” He nipped the delicate skin at the base of her throat and laved his way down to the cleft of her breasts. He wanted to live out every fantasy of her he had ever had.

  Here.

  Now.

  Without waiting for her answer, he tore open her shirt. Buttons pattered across the carpet like raindrops. She moaned and kissed him harder, a clashing of lips and teeth, stoking the fire of his hunger for her.

  “More.” Her moan vibrated against his chest, inflaming him.

  He shoved the fabric aside and flicked the front closure of her bra, freeing her soft mounds for his pleasure. He took one rosy nipple between his teeth and bit and suckled until she whimpered and writhed against him, grinding her pussy against his throbbing shaft. The barrier between them became unbearable. He wanted to feel her. Everywhere.

  “I need you,” she groaned. “Can’t wait.”

  Spurred by the ferocity of his need and her arousal, he pinned her to the wall with his hip and pulled a condom from his wallet, tearing the packet open with his teeth. “I’m going to take you, sugar. Hard and fast. If you want me to s
top, tell me now.” He barely recognized his own voice, dark and husky with need. He ripped her panties away with a quick jerk then undid his belt and slid his clothing down his thighs.

  She placed a hand on his chest and lifted her eyes, half lidded with desire. So beautiful. He could feel the warmth of her palm through his shirt. For a long second, anxiety ratcheted through him. Would she push him away? If she did, would he be able to go?

  With a sudden movement, she tore open his shirt and raked her nails down his chest. Buttons shot across the room like bullets. Blood beaded on his skin.

  “Christ.” The need to possess her obliterated his rational mind. In one swift motion, he sheathed his cock and then plunged into her hot, slick entrance. So fucking wet. The urge to drive further into her became unbearable. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down until he was buried deep. Her sex closed around him like a hot velvet sheath and he set up a steady rhythm, one he knew he couldn’t keep up for long.

  “Don’t stop.” She rocked her hips against him seeking the friction of his body against her clit. He slid one hand between them and rubbed her moisture up and around her swollen nub until her groans became whimpers and his fingers were slick with her wetness.

  “God, I love the sounds you make,” he rasped.

  He rubbed one finger over her clit and changed to a hammering pace. Her body tightened and she arched her back, digging her nails into his shoulders. When she stiffened and gasped, he covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her scream as her pussy convulsed around him in heated waves.

  Exquisitely tight. Unbearably wet.

  His cock, denied for so long, pulsed inside her throbbing sex. He pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed into her, yanking her against him. Two strokes were all it took before he came in a violent rush. A groan ripped out of his throat, drowning the hammering of blood in his ears.

  When her tremors had finally slowed, he pulled back and studied her for a long moment, drinking in her dazed eyes and swollen lips. “You’re beautiful when you come, sugar,” he whispered.

  He withdrew, smiling at her unhappy moan after he let her down to dispose of the condom and adjust his clothing. But when she reached to pull down her skirt, he grabbed her hand.

  “I’m not done with you yet.”

  She gave him a wicked grin. “Good. Because I’m not done with you.”

  He lifted her and placed her on the table in front of him, positioning her near the edge, legs bent, and heels planted. “Lie back,” he commanded.

  She bit her lip but did as he asked. “What about my plans for you?” she whispered as he gently pressed her thighs apart and settled down between her legs.

  A smile curled his lips. “Don’t worry, sugar. The night is still young.”

  Katy wiggled off Mark’s lap and straightened her clothes. She wasn’t in the mood to be cuddled. Despite the mind-blowing orgasm on his boardroom table, the beat of desire still pulsed through her veins. Unleashed. Out of control.

  She didn’t know this Katy Sinclair—half undressed, lips swollen, hair tangled, nipples aching, core throbbing—the woman who had just fucked opposing counsel in his boardroom.

  Fucked. A harsh word. A forbidden word. A word that had earned Justin a week long electronics ban.

  But apt. The last hour had been nothing but hard, dirty, desperate fucking.

  It was what she had dreamed of in her bed at night and imagined during their phone call. It was what she thought about every time she saw him. So why wasn’t it enough? Why did she hunger for more? What if this was all he wanted—the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of conquest, and no strings when he walked away?

  She wandered over to the window and stared down at the street below. Although small on the world-scale, Vancouver was always busy. Traffic jams. Crowds of tourists. But no one complained. It was all worth it for the view—mountains sweeping their way down to the ocean, the inky blue water of Burrard Inlet. Spectacular.

  She felt Mark before she heard him. His body heat warmed her back through the thin cotton of her shirt when he came up behind her.

  “What are you thinking, sugar?” His cheek brushed against her temple, his breath hot and moist in her ear.

  “Just admiring the view.”

  He smoothed his hand down her back and kneaded her bottom, squeezing gently. “So was I.”

  A tremor ran down her spine. He was insatiable. How could he want her again? Didn’t he need time to recharge? Steven had never managed to stay awake for more than thirty seconds after their seven minutes of “fun time” and then he wouldn’t bother again her for at least two weeks.

  Mark’s powerful arm circled slid around her waist, pulling her against his long frame. His erection pressed firmly against the cleft of her buttocks. Rock hard and ready to go for the third time in under two hours. Apparently he didn’t suffer the same limited endurance or lack of enthusiasm as Steven.

  “Mark, I think we should—”

  “Shhh. The office is closed. The cleaners are gone. No one is going to disturb us. I’ve been waiting far too long to let it end now.” His hand drifted over the front of her shirt and eased under her bra to capture her breast. She gasped at the intensity of the sensation and arched into his heated touch.

  “No clothes this time,” he said, his voice husky and low. “I want to see all of you.”

  He didn’t wait for an answer. His hands swept down her body stripping her of her shirt, bra and skirt without a wasted movement. He spun her around to face him then raked his hungry gaze over her body.

  A blush crept down from her face to her breasts and her nipples tightened under his scrutiny.

  “You’re beautiful, sugar.”

  Flustered, disbelieving, she had no idea what to say. Her mouth opened and closed but no words came out.

  “You don’t believe me?”

  “No.”

  He cupped her hand with his own and placed it on his chest. Then he dragged it down over the hard planes of his pecs and his rigid stomach muscles to the arousal clearly defined beneath his trousers. He pressed her hand over his engorged length.

  “Do you believe this?” he murmured.

  Katy stroked his arousal and squeezed gently. She believed he wanted her. Enjoyed her. But the question was, for how long?

  Mark hissed in a breath. “Take it out. I want you to see what you do to me.”

  His words awakened something primal in her, carnal. A fevered desire rushed through her, filling her core with liquid heat. She tugged open his fly, and slid his clothing over his hips.

  His erection sprang free—long, thick, and threaded with pulsing veins.

  She couldn’t tear her eyes away.

  Mark stepped out of his clothes and kicked them to the side. For a long moment, she indulged herself, drinking him in. She hadn’t realized how much she had craved this view of him. Mark in clothing was mind-numbingly gorgeous but without clothing…his body was nothing short of divine. She was not only aroused, but entranced. Need shot deep to her darkest, most secret core and she murmured her approval.

  Mark crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you going to keep staring at me, sugar?”

  Her cheeks flamed and she bit her lip. “Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, yes.”

  She let her gaze play all over him, moving along well-defined calves to thighs she ached to touch, over taut abs and the ripple of muscles across his broad chest. Finally, her gaze drifted down the soft, dusky trail of hair to his shaft, engorged and straining toward her, stirred by her visual examination.

  What would it be like to feel the swollen head in her mouth, smooth and glistening, or lick the teardrop of moisture at the tip? How would he taste? Salty? Sweet?

  “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to come for you,” he rasped. “Do you want that, sugar? Is it what you were imagining when your nipples peaked?”

  She dragged her gaze up to his eyes and then back down to his throbbing shaft. “I was imagining…how you
would taste.”

  His heavy sac tightened before her eyes. His crown engorged, becoming a deep pink, almost purple.

  “Come and find out.”

  She sank to her knees in front of him, her mouth watering in anticipation.

  “Suck me, sugar.”

  She took him in her hand and dusted the swollen head with her breath, marveling at the contrast of silky skin over rock hard flesh. His hips bucked and her touch grew bolder, following the veins from tip to base, hefting his balls in her palm. She breathed in his scent—musk and soap and the essence of male.

  “I’m not going to last if you keep playing.” He clasped his hand around the base of his heavy shaft, and brushed the swollen tip over her lips. “Open for me.”

  She parted her lips and his cock slid into her mouth. As she closed her mouth around him, her fingers curled into his buttocks, drawing him closer so she could take him deeper.

  Too deep.

  She choked. Gagging and coughing, she pulled back and then dipped her head, letting her hair sheet over her flaming cheeks.

  Mark threaded his fingers through her hair, tugging her head back until she was looking up at him.

  Katy’s eyes watered. “Sorry. I’m not…very experienced.”

  “There’s not much you can do wrong. Relax, sugar. Slow down. I like everything about your hot, wet little mouth.”

  He reached for her hand and placed it around the base of his shaft. Palming her head, he drew her forward. This time she couldn’t resist circling all around the pearly tip with her tongue. He tasted salty and sweet, decadent. Her belly clenched and her own need rose. She moaned, her lips vibrating against his head.

  “God, Katy, you’re killing me.” He tightened his grip on her hair. “Open wider.”

  His guttural demand sent shivers down her spine. Fingers splayed around the base of his shaft, she relaxed her throat and tried to take him deeper than she had before.

  His groan of pleasure delighted her. Steven had rarely been interested in oral sex. She had always thought the problem had been her lack of skill, but maybe the problem lay with him.