by K. Webster
“Soph,” he calls out, the commanding thunder in his voice causing her to stop. “You okay, sweetheart?”
She turns and flashes a bright, but completely fake, smile at him. “Of course, Daddy. I’ll text you tomorrow.”
When she’s gone, he stands to start cleaning the kitchen. Wordlessly, I fall into step behind him. Together, we work in the kitchen, brushing up against one another as we clean and put away all the food. Long after the front door slams closed with Sophia’s departure, he grabs my hand and guides me through the house.
“I want to show you something,” he says as he pushes into a room I haven’t seen yet.
I’m momentarily stunned as I admire the masculine space. Books of all kinds line the shelves on each of the walls. A chaise lounge sits in the middle of the room and a desk is on one side.
“Is this your office?”
He nods and leads me to the desk. With a gesture of his hand, he motions for me to sit on the top of it. Once I’m settled, he sits in the chair and sets to rummaging in a drawer. He eventually pulls out a bottle of whiskey.
After he twists off the lid, he takes a long pull before handing it to me. With a brow arched in question I take a swallow. It burns me all the way down to my stomach. “You wanted to come show me how to kill my liver in one fell swoop?”
He chuckles and playfully swats at the inside of my thigh. Quivers of need jolt straight to my sex. “Actually, smartass, I wanted to show you this.” He reaches into the drawer and pulls out a newspaper clipping.
Frowning, I take the clipping from him and read the article. A woman, Arlene Rowe, was shot and killed during a robbery gone bad. Her picture is grainy because it’s an old clipping but the eyes are the same.
“Your mom?” I ask, my voice hoarse with emotion.
He plucks the whiskey bottle from my hand and takes another long gulp. When his eyes flash to mine, they’re full of pain. It makes my heart ache for him. I know exactly how he feels.
“She was just twenty-eight when she died. I’d been heartbroken. Cried every night begging my father to bring her back.” He swallows down his emotion and casts his gaze off behind me. “But he couldn’t bring her back. I was angry. Lashed out. Pleaded for justice. I was a young boy but I followed her case. I harassed the hell out of my father’s attorney, Phil. Phil kind of took me under his wing when he didn’t have to. Apprised me of every step of the trial. I sat in the front row of that courtroom when the jury found that bastard guilty of murder.” The judge, with narrowed eyes and an angry scowl, bit out the sentence. “Life without parole. It was the happiest day of my life after one of the saddest. Right then, I knew I wanted to be a judge. I wanted to bring justice to the bad guys.”
A tear rolls down my cheek and drips from my jaw. “I’m so sorry.”
His palm finds my thigh and his thumb rubs a circle on the inside of it just under my dress. “Don’t be. From something tragic, I found purpose. It was then I’d discovered my fire. Sometimes, after the most terrible things, we get to find out who we really are. Strengthens our character.”
Our eyes meet and he smiles sadly at me.
“Dorian, Carson may have screwed you up and ruined your father, but it isn’t over. He doesn’t get to win. Find your fire, beautiful.”
I take the offered whiskey bottle and gulp down more of the gasoline that seems to ignite me from within. He’s right. I can’t keep running and being torn apart. I’m ready to fight for what’s mine.
His green eyes are chaotic as he slides his other palm to my thigh. A shiver runs down my spine when he pushes my dress slowly up my legs.
“I keep telling myself to stay away,” he murmurs, his voice low and deadly. “But I can’t stop thinking about you.” Our eyes lock as his thumbs rub dangerously close to my sex under my dress. “I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. For the first time since the girls’ mother died, I feel as though the man within me is awake.” His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare. Sure, I know he’s safe but right now he looks positively dangerous. “Tell me no, Dorian.”
I bite on my lip and try to summon up the bravery I was feeling earlier. My words are but a whisper. “What if I don’t want to say no?”
His brows furl together and he presses a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh. He’s so close to my sex, I can practically feel his breath there. “You get to do whatever you want,” he assures me, his lips pecking at my sensitive flesh. When he sucks on my skin, I let out an embarrassing moan. He pulls away and lifts a brow.
“D-Do more of that,” I instruct, my voice shaky with need.
He pushes his hand on my stomach urging me to lie back. “Then I’m going to do more of that. Lots more of that.”
I’m staring up at the ceiling when he starts kissing his way up my thigh. When his hot breath tickles me over my panties, I whimper. The kiss he applies right to my clit over my underwear is downright scandalous and yet I want him to do it again. My fingers thread in his perfectly messy hair and I encourage him to repeat his dirty kiss. This time, though, he doesn’t peck it. He kisses me there with his whole mouth.
Lips.
Tongue.
Oh, God…teeth.
I jolt off the desk but his palm pushes my stomach back down as he assaults my sex with his perfect mouth. I’ve never hated a pair of panties as much as I do now. They’re in the way and I want them gone.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, a growl low in his throat.
I obey and immediately jerk them open. His hands are curious as they roam along my thighs but don’t touch me where I need to be touched most. I cry out when he licks me hard through the fabric of my panties. I’m soaked all the way through from both his mouth and my own arousal. He seems to sense this and his tongue drifts to the sides as if he can seek entrance that way. I’m about to beg him to take my panties off when his large finger hooks into the side of them. He pulls the fabric aside so that I’m bare to him. Before I can process what’s happening, his mouth is back on me but it’s flesh against flesh.
“Oh, God!” I cry out, my body once again rising from the desk.
He plunges his tongue deep inside of me while simultaneously pushing me back down on the desk. I’m losing all sense of reality. I’ve never been fucked by a tongue before. It’s strong and slippery and invasive. I don’t want him to stop. When his thumb rubs against my clit, I yelp out his name. This seems to motivate him because everything he does to me seems to intensify. All it takes are a few more firm strokes against my clit and I explode. My entire body trembles with my release. I’ve barely come down from my high when he’s pulling away and standing.
“Tell me no, Dorian,” he practically snarls at me. He’s so damn gorgeous now that he’s lost control and the feral glint is in his eyes again. “Tell me no because if you don’t, I’m going to pull my cock out and fuck you right here on this desk.” His jaw clenches. “Tell. Me. No.”
“Fuck me, Judge,” I order, not at all intimidated by his fierce warning.
He growls as he shoves my dress out of the way. My panties get ripped down my thighs and then tossed way. His gaze is locked on mine as he unbuckles his jeans and pushes them down his thighs.
“Shirt,” I moan. “Off.”
In one of those sexy guy moves, he grabs at the collar behind his neck and pulls it up over his head revealing his muscular tattooed chest to me. Selfishly, I stare between us and inspect his muscles on top of muscles. He has a V. None of the ex-boyfriends I was with ever looked remotely this good. I’ve died and gone to hottie hell. And I sure as heck never want to leave. With his lip caught between his teeth on one side, he shoves his black boxer briefs down and grips his impressive, thick cock in his strong veiny hand.
“You’re about to get fucked, little girl.”
I’ve died and gone to heaven. That’s the only way to explain the blonde-haired, blue eyed angel who’s sprawled out on my desk. Her chest is heaving, her eyes are wild, and her pussy is still soaked from where I brought her to orgasm wi
th just my thumb and tongue.
Fuck did she taste good.
Sweet as sin.
And when her pussy clenched around my tongue when she came, I’d never experienced anything quite like it. She’s tight and going to feel damn good on my dick.
I grab her hips and yank her closer to me until her ass hangs off the edge of the desk. A moan of anticipation escapes her. Her fingers go to the back of her neck as she unties the top of her dress. My cock slides between the lips of her hot sex but I don’t enter her yet. I’m too busy feasting on the little strip show she’s doing. The moment she peels the dress down to her stomach and reveals her bare breasts, I groan.
Small, peachy nipples.
Tiny white tits that I want to turn purple.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
“Touch them,” I bark out, my voice hoarse with need.
She obeys—good little girl—and teases her nipples with her thumbs. My hips buck against her and she jolts as my cock slides against her still sensitive clit.
“I need to go upstairs and fetch a condom,” I utter but don’t stop rubbing against her.
Her desperate whimper almost does me in. “I’m clean. And you…you’re clean right?”
I nod. “Babies?”
“Pull out,” she breathes, her eyes hooded and urgent.
With my dick in one hand and my other on her hip, I drive deep into her tight body with one powerful thrust. She screams and I nearly black out with pleasure. It’s been so long that I forgot what it’s like to be with a woman.
It’s fucking amazing.
As soon as I start bucking into her, she flashes me a desperate look. “Kiss me.”
I don’t have to be told twice, I slide an arm beneath her and pull her into my arms. Her body settles on my cock and her arms wrap around my neck. With her legs wrapped tightly around me, we’re in a perfect position to kiss. Our lips and tongues fight to get to each other. I step out of my shoes and the rest of my clothes as I walk her to the closest wall which just happens to be my bookshelf. She cries out when I push her against the books and never lose my stride of fucking her.
“God,” I groan against her mouth. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She rips at my hair as she starts to lose herself to another orgasm. This one I can feel claiming her from the inside. Her body seizes around my cock and milks my own climax out of me with such force, I nearly drop her.
I start to pull out to send my come shooting between us, but she has me on lock down, her mouth desperately claiming mine. I’m so wrapped up in her, I don’t even give a damn. I let out a deep moan as the last of my orgasm shoots inside of her.
We both still after some time and our kisses become slower. We’re locked together like some complicated two-piece puzzle. When my cum runs back out of her and slides down my thigh, I slip her off my now flaccid cock and set her to her feet.
“Are you okay?” My voice is hoarse.
She looks up at me with a brightness I’ve yet to see in her eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever been better.”
“Why does it feel like I’m in a fantasy here with you?” she murmurs in the dark, her naked body curled against mine. I stroke her still-wet hair. It was the first time I’d showered with another woman since my wife. I’d forgotten how intimate it could be and after her soaping down my chest, I was ready to fuck her again. I did exactly that against the shower wall while she screamed my name.
“Because it feels too good to be true,” I answer honestly.
She’s quiet for a moment. “You don’t turn into a monster at midnight, do you?”
“No, beautiful. Still your Prince Charming,” I tease, my voice light in an attempt to steer her from dark thoughts of her ex.
Her body turns to face mine. “This is what it’s supposed to feel like, right? It didn’t feel like this with Carson. He was my…he was my only…”
Just the mention of that abusive prick has my blood boiling. “I was lucky enough to find someone compatible and wonderful early on in my life. I lost her but, yes, we shared moments exactly like this. A man is supposed to worship his woman, not hurt her. A man, if he’s any man at all, should want her to soar. Carson liked you under the sole of his expensive shoe. You don’t belong there, gorgeous.”
I can’t see her but I need to kiss her. My lips seek hers in the darkness. Our kiss is unrushed as I take my time tasting her. This thing with Dorian is moving quickly and out of control but I don’t want it to stop. She’s the first real thing I’ve felt in forever. My life has been about my girls. But now that they’re all grown up, I was losing my purpose.
Dorian gives me a feeling of purpose.
I can protect and look after her.
Keep her safe from that motherfucker.
“I like being in your arms,” she admits, her voice sweet and sultry.
I kiss her deeply. My cock is thick and aroused, pressed against her thigh. “You fit perfectly in them.” I nip at her bottom lip causing her to mewl.
“I like that you’re not soft with me despite…despite everything…” Her voice catches. “It’s like you lose control around me.”
I groan because she’s right. I can’t keep my hands off her now that I’ve had her. “I can’t be soft with you,” I tease before sucking on her lip. “Everything is very, very hard.” I thrust against her thigh making her giggle.
“Good. I don’t want you going easy on me. I like it,” she whispers. Her body wiggles against me. “The kinds of bruises you could give me are far different than the ones I’d gotten before. Are you going to bruise me?” Her words are meant to turn me on and provoke me. Fuck, do they ever work.
“Damn right I am,” I growl as I roll her onto her stomach. I kiss her bare shoulder blade before nudging her thighs apart with my knee. “You want to get held down and fucked?”
“Mmm,” she whimpers. “I do.”
I pin her to the bed by her upper arms and begin dragging the tip of my engorged cock against her wet center. My cock slips down between the lips of her pussy and rubs against her clit making her jolt.
“Don’t tease me.” Her voice is muffled against the sheets.
“Like this?”
“Oh, shit,” she curses.
I tease her anyway because I know she likes it. Her moans and squirming tell me so. When she can’t take it anymore and lets out a scream of pleasure, I choose that moment to drive my cock the rest of the way inside of her. Her vaginal walls are still clenching in ecstasy and it feels fucking amazing. I thrust hard and furiously into her, my slick body slapping against hers until I find my own release. A hot jet of cum spurts inside of her but I manage to pull out and shoot the rest on her perfect ass.
“Oh, God,” she whispers. “That was…that felt…”
I smirk as I smear my hand in the evidence of my release on her ass before slapping her flesh. “Coming all over your ass is almost as good as coming inside of you.”
I grab her hips and flip her onto her back. Crawling my way up her body, I kiss her soft skin along the way, paying special attention to her nipples.
“I could get used to this. You. Us,” I admit, my voice husky and raw. “You woke the damn animal inside of me and I’m not sure he’ll ever rest again.”
She grips my hair and guides me up closer to her until our mouths meet again. Her breath is hot against my lips. “Who needs rest?”
I yawn as I stare at an open case file. Maybe staying up until the early morning hours making love to Dorian was a bad idea. My gaze drifts over to the round table in my office where she is tapping away furiously on my laptop. Ignoring my file, I watch her. Her back is straight and there’s a determined glint in her eyes. For a half a second, I worried maybe she wouldn’t be professional while she worked with me. That all dissipated the moment she sat down and started working on what I asked her to with ease and few questions. HR was thrilled that I’d recruited an intern and was glad to push the paperwork along.
“Hmmm,” she hums, her brows s
crunching together. She says no more on the subject but I’m sure she’s having a difference of opinion on something she’s reading.
“There are a lot of ‘hmmms’ in this job. There are also a lot of smiles when justice is served,” I say, my voice drawing her gaze to mine.
“How do you do it?” Her nose scrunches as if she’s trying to imagine being in my shoes. “How do you not get angry when the wrong verdicts are reached?”
I adjust my tie and lean back in my leather desk chair. “I just trust the system. Most of the time, it works. And if we don’t get the answer we want, often, I see these cases again in retrials. It’s the attorney’s duty to gather the evidence that will convince a jury. Their job is much more important than mine.”
She nods. “I can see that. The world needs more good attorneys, huh?”
“That they do.” My eyes flit over to the clock. “It’s almost noon and I don’t have to be in the courtroom until two. You want to grab lunch?”
Her lips curl into a breathtaking smile. “Of course.” She closes the laptop and stands. One of her new suits hugs her body like a glove. The light grey material clings to her ass so that you have no doubts about how perfect her curves really are. My dick twitches knowing that I was inside of her again this morning before our shower. We’ve been careless about sex but neither of us seem too bothered by it. I wouldn’t sleep with her unless I felt like something real existed between us. Dorian isn’t the promiscuous type either. She wants whatever blossoms between us as well.
“Your wolfish grins shouldn’t turn me on as much as they do,” she says, her lips lifting on one side.
I stand from my chair and grab my suit jacket from the closet. “I never had wolfish grins until you. I told you that you’d awoken the beast.”
Prowling over to her, I’m elated when she doesn’t cower away but instead lifts her chin as if she’s ready to accept a kiss. I’d be an asshole if I denied her. I slide my fingers into her messy blonde waves and crush my lips against hers. A small moan escapes her as I kiss her deeply and filled with intent. Her hands grip the lapels on my jacket as we kiss.
