HotShot Lawyer

by Helen Vera

  She looks up at me with those big brown eyes, unguarded and honest. I close the distance between us and cup her face in my hands. Her skin is soft and warm. Her pink lips open in surprise but she doesn’t pull away. God I want to fucking eat her.

  “I am being nice to you.”

  Vivian glances at her office door then back at me. “Oh, God. This is beyond unprofessional.” She moans. I stroke her cheek with my thumb and lean forward. Her breath hitches when my left hand leaves her cheek and lands on her waist.

  “Very unprofessional” I whisper in her ear.

  She melts into my touch and her fingers find my arms. She shyly squeezes the hard muscles, her expression shifting from reserved to hungry. “W-we shouldn’t be doing this.” She whispers looking shy as hell and it’s fucking adorable.

  A small part of me feels shitty for seducing Vivian, but there’s no denying my cock. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment ever since I met her. “Sex therapy still counts as therapy, Doc.”

  She shudders at my words and her body moves closer to mine. She smells like cotton candy with a hint of jasmine. Lightning flashes outside the large window followed by a loud clap of thunder. Vivian jumps and I quickly calm her down with a kiss.

  “Fuck.” I pant against her lips. “I’m going to have you now.”

  8

  VIVIAN

  “Take off your clothes. Now.”

  Jax’s deep voice is sexy and commanding. His brief kiss makes my heart skip a beat. It makes me forget about my grief and bitterness, if only for a moment. I can still taste him on my lips, and my body wants more. It wants me to shut down my brain and give in to my sexual urges.

  Lightning flashes outside my window once more as I watch him lock my office door. His steel gray eyes stalk me as I lean on the couch and take off my dress. I feel a cocktail of emotions; confusion and lust mixed with a heady feeling that I’ve never experienced before. I feel like a little kid who’s about to embark on a forbidden roller coaster ride. Only this is no roller-coaster. This is a patient of mine.

  I choose to ignore the alarm bells going off in my head. Jax approaches me like a predator stalking his prey. He licks his lips enticingly and takes off his designer jacket. “What the fuck are you waiting for? Take off your bra and panties. Now.”

  Heavy rain pelts against the window as I quickly get rid of my underwear. I can feel my cheeks burn like hot embers, especially when Jax moves to stand directly in front of me. I close my eyes, embarrassed and extremely turned on at the same time. He yanks my black lace panties out of my hand and tells me to keep my eyes open.

  He tosses them over his shoulders and feasts his eyes on my hard nipples. “Fuck. You need this as much as I do.” His voice is husky and filled with need. He reaches around to cup my ass cheeks in his hot hands. He swallows my gasp with a kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth. It tastes like Cuban cigars and a hint of peppermint. I moan and fling my arms around his neck. My pain and bitterness melt away the longer we make out. His long fingers squeeze my cheeks hard before delving between my legs. My pussy is already wet for him. Embarrassingly wet. He groans into my mouth before breaking our kiss.

  I struggle to catch my breath, especially when he grabs my thighs and hoists me off the carpeted floor. “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

  His dirty words send shivers down my spine. My body is wound tighter than a drum. I want to see him naked too, but he pins me against the wall, still dressed in his shirt and slacks. His tongue licks a hot trail down my collarbone as he lifts me higher against his chest. His lips finally meet my nipples and the pleasure is just too intense. Months of celibacy have left me with an endless supply of sexual frustration.

  I close my eyes and rest my head on the wall behind me. His sinful tongue wreaks havoc on my body. I feel wetter than a tropical forest down there.

  He pins me to the wall using his hard chest and unzips his pants in one quick move. The next thing I know, his cock is deep inside me. He stretches me to the hilt. The sudden sensation makes me open my eyes in both pleasure and shock. He silences my loud moan with another hungry kiss and I wrap my legs tighter around his waist. “Fuck.” He grunts, leaning backward to watch my breasts bounce with every thrust. He pounds into me with desperation. I cling to his shoulders for dear life and glance down to watch his engorged cock sliding in and out of me.

  His pubic bone grinds against my throbbing clit and I suddenly feel the coil in my belly begin to unwind. Jax adds to my delicious agony by pinching and squeezing my nipples. I feel my toes curl and my orgasm hits me like a train. My body shudders violently and I scream as my pussy pulses around his thick cock.

  A deep, guttural groan escapes Jax’s lips and his grip tightens on my waist. I feel hot waves of cum fill my aching pussy, prolonging my orgasm. My muscles feel like jelly and I can barely move. His breath is hot against my collarbone as he struggles to breathe as well.

  Reality suddenly comes crashing down on me. I glance around the office, the rain outside casts it in shadows. The clouds are dark and angry, and I feel like I’m on the verge of a panic attack.

  Oh God. What have I done?

  Did I really just throw caution to the wind and sleep with my patient, breaking every single rule in my book? “Jax, I-I need to breathe,” I tell him, pushing at his broad shoulders.

  He quickly lets go of me. His expression is hard to read as he zips up his pants. How can I not have slept with him? I mean, look at him. He looks like a real-life version of Michelangelo’s David. There’s a tug of war inside my head and it’s giving me a major headache.

  I feel a sudden urge to hide my body, so I grab my dress from the couch and pull it over my head. Jax reaches out to touch me, but I shrink away from him. “Don’t touch me.”

  “You regret this.” He says matter of factly as if he can read my mind.

  “What do you think?” I cross my arms over my chest protectively and sit down on my armchair.

  He sits right across from me on the couch and rubs his hand over his face tiredly. I can still feel those long fingers on my body. Goosebumps rise all over my skin, but I ignore them. My brain was in charge now and it was not happy.

  “This was a mistake. I-I never do this.”

  “Well, there’s a first time for everything, Doc.” Jax remarks.

  It is much easier to read him now that his defenses are somewhat non-existent. The truth in his eyes speaks of a terrible past filled with pain. Years of experience in my field have taught me to never really judge a book by its cover.

  “You do realize that I could lose my job over this, right?” I hide my face in my hands, resisting the urge to cry again.

  Jax gets up and crouches down at my feet. “Hey. Vivian. Look at me.” He pries my fingers away from my flushed face and looks me straight in the eye. “What happens in this office, stays in this office. The last thing I want is for you to suffer another loss because of me.”

  His tone is both gentle and sincere. My eyes drift to his full lips and I feel butterflies in my stomach at his proximity. “You’d better be telling the truth.”

  “I am. Cross my heart and hope to die.” He promises.

  I glance at the clock over the door and notice that we’ve been at it for almost an hour. I swallow the lump in my throat and watch him rise to his feet. He puts on his midnight black jacket and then picks up my panties from the floor.

  Instead of handing them back to me, he stuffs them into his pocket. “Did you just steal my underwear?”

  “Stealing is a bit of an overstatement.” He smirks. “I need your panties for my spank bank.”

  “How refreshingly honest of you.” I raise an eyebrow at him. He winks and picks up my bra next. “Here. You can keep this.”

  “Thanks.” I take the satin bra from him and hide it in my tote bag.

  “Going somewhere?” He asks when I swing the bag over my shoulder.

  “Yes. My next appointment is in ten minutes. I need to look less...” My voice trails
off as I struggle to find the right word. Less ravaged? Less Fucked?

  “Ah. I see.” He clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, come to think of it, you do look thoroughly fucked.”

  “Thanks, captain obvious.” I wince. My muscles begin to hurt like a bitch once I attempt to walk in my heels. My body was definitely not ready for that intense workout it just received.

  “You’re walking like a fucking pigeon.” He remarks. I toss him a murderous glare over my shoulder and lean against my office door.

  “I really think you should go now.”

  “What? No goodbye kiss?”

  I blush like a schoolgirl and allow him to steal a kiss from my cheek

  9

  JAX

  The office is buzzing with a shitload of junior lawyers today. They all came back from Rome bearing gifts for their boss. I take a bit of Italian pecorino cheese and dip the fresh bread in sweet balsamic vinegar. Now, this is why I love being in charge. I get to eat and drink wine whenever I fucking please.

  I pour myself a glass of Barolo and take a long, leisurely sip. This is the best Tuscan wine money can buy. It reminds me of my summer vacations in Tuscany where I was able to take a break from my father. My grandmother used to live in Italy before she died. Her house was our haven. We used to play hide and seek in her orchard and dream of staying in the safety of her arms forever.

  Unfortunately, she passed away three years later.

  If my father were still alive, he’d probably barge in here and throw all those Italian delicacies in the trash. Luckily, he died of a heart attack a few years ago. It was frankly the best day of my life. Charles Knight was a narcissistic lawyer was one narcissistic piece of shit, but he fooled people into thinking the opposite. He pretended to be a doting husband and charming dad whenever we were in the public eye, but behind closed doors, he was an evil, conniving bastard. He’s responsible for many terrible things, including my mother’s death. Felix and I were both teenagers when we lost her to a fucking suicide.

  I calm myself down with another glass of wine. This shit is pretty good. Alison walks in to find me eating prosciutto straight from the package. “What is it?” I ask her, not in the mood for any interruptions.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Knight, but Luke and Jeremy are currently fighting over a client’s case in the conference room. They’re literally throwing croissants and donuts at each other.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “No.” Her eyes widen like saucers behind her glasses. “Would you like me to take care of it?”

  “Nope. I’ll deal with those immature idiots myself.”

  I dust off my hands and get up from my leather chair. Alison scurries off to her desk as I storm out of my office and walk down the long, winding corridors of my firm. I can hear those two fucktards arguing all the way from here. I walk into the conference room and instantly get hit in the shoulder by a flying danish. “What the fuck is going on here?” I shout.

  Luke drops the croissant from his hand and points directly at Jeremy who’s hiding behind the tall artificial palm tree in the corner. “Mr. Knight, I’m so sorry”

  I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. “This is not fucking kindergarten! Clean this shit up and gather your things. Both of you are suspended until further notice.”

  “What?” Jeremy steps out from behind the tree with a shocked expression on his ugly face. I resist the urge to punch his nose bloody, reminding myself of my own office rules. No punching. No littering, and no sexual harassment.

  “You heard me.” I take a menacing step towards his scrawny ass. “Clean this mess you made and get out of here pronto. Like it or not, your grandfather will hear about this.”

  “Mr. Kni...”

  “Did I give you permission to speak?” I glare at him. They both flinch like a pair of pussies. “You have exactly five minutes to get your shit together and leave this office. If I come back and find you loitering in the hall, I swear I’ll grab my fucking katana sword and slice you both into little pieces and feed you to my python.”

  The vein in my forehead throbs angrily as I stare them down until they both look away in fear. When I turn around to leave, I find everyone standing outside their offices to eavesdrop on us.

  “What are you all looking at? Get back to work!” I bark.

  Their trip to Rome was supposed to be a bonding experience, yet here they are, fighting and arguing like children. I spent fifty thousand dollars on that fucking group retreat!

  Fuming, I head back to my office and shut the door behind me. I open the mini fridge and grab the tiramisu, my favorite dessert of all time. My mind suddenly drifts to my Vivian and her delicious moans. Now she’s one kinky woman. There’s something irresistible about her. So irresistible in fact, that I plan on having her again. The question is when and where. I hated the way she kept her distance from me after I fucked her the other day. Women usually beg me to stay. They never wear their clothes and ask me to leave the way she did.

  The way she treats me drives me insane. The petite vixen has me wrapped around her dainty little finger. She’s probably still freaking out about what happened in her office. I can’t blame her though. It’s not every day that you get the chance to fuck a man like me. I’m a once in a lifetime opportunity, baby.

  I smile and dig into my tiramisu. Luke and Jeremy better be gone by now or I’ll kick both their asses for real this time. I glance up at the antique samurai sword hanging next to my desk. I really am fucked up in the head for keeping an actual weapon in my office. There’s a reason why I keep it inside a glass display case though.

  Alison knocks on my door again. “What is it this time?”

  “Mr. Felix is here to see you.” She squeaks like a mouse.

  “Send him in.”

  Felix saunters into my office and pulls me in for a brief hug. “Why does it smell like a fucking deli store in here?”

  I laugh and invite him over to sit in my red corner. It’s only reserved for special clients, including Felix of course. “So, what would you like to drink? I have an assortment of red Italian wine all the way from Tuscany.”

  “Wine? At eleven in the morning?”

  “Oh come on. Live a little.” I grab the bottle from my desk as Felix sits down on my limited edition Armani couch. The coffee table in the middle is custom made from cedar wood and engraved with my initials. I love splurging on two things, furniture, and cars.

  Felix stretches his arms over his head as I pour him a glass of Barolo. “Who brought you all these goodies?” He curiously asks. “Wait, is that tiramisu?”

  “My Juvenile junior lawyers, and yes, this is the famous dessert from Pompi. They waited two hours to buy me this small fucking plate, so help yourself to one spoon only.”

  “Sharing is caring, Fucker.”

  He attacks the tiramisu like a man possessed. “I said one spoon.”

  He ignores me and shoves a second serving of sweet dessert into his greedy mouth. I should have hidden all that food before he showed up. He loves his stomach more than I love mine.

  “So, how can I be of service?”

  He swallows and puts the plate back on the coffee table. “I closed a deal with a popular DJ last night, so I was wondering if you can take a look at the contract before I sign it.”

  “Sure. Anything else?”

  “Yeah.” He nods. “How was your first therapy session?”

  I lean against my coffee colored wall and try not to smirk. My cocky smirk always gives me away.

  “It was okay.”

  “Is your therapist a man or a woman?”

  “What do you think?” I raise an eyebrow in response to his question. His hazel eyes widen in reaction to my smirk, which is incredibly hard to hide.

  “Shit. You slept with your therapist.”

  “A gentleman never tells.” I place a finger over my lips. Felix knows how to read me like an open book. It’s a little creepy if you ask me.

  “Right.
Because you fucker are the epitome of gentlemanliness.” My brother rolls his eyes at me. “You are incorrigible.”

  “Look at you, spitting sophisticated words like you’re a dictionary.”

  Felix runs his fingers through his short mane and takes a long sip of wine. “I had a feeling this was going to happen. Is this your way of saying fuck you to the system or what?”

  “Nah. It just happened, alright? She was upset and I came to her rescue.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure you came.” He quips. “Man, you really are fucked up in the head.”

  I smack him on the shoulder, and in an effort to distract him, I grab the remote and turn on my sixty-inch flat screen television. Last time, we played Outlast on my PlayStation. It’s a twisted horror game where you have to hide in a freaky insane asylum. “Do you have time to play a new round of Outlast?”