Page 148 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“You’ve done an impressive job.”

Dark eyes stared down at me when I turned on my heel, eyes climbing high. Higher.

“Mr. Sloan, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Grayson, Cherry. It’s Grayson. I think once a man pops your cherry you can call the bastard by his first name.”

The longer he talked the hotter the ire and fire in his eyes grew.

“Is that a fact?”

He nodded. “You should be kneeing me in the balls and walking out of here for what I did to you.”

He looked like he spent the last two hours in hell instead of court. His hair looked like he raked his hands through it at least once every thirty seconds and irritation rode him so hard his breathing was hitched and his chest heaved with every other word.

All signs of frustration. Deep-rooted frustration at that. I learned how to read jurors in body language class. Good stuff, practical stuff I got to use on everyday people outside court, and right now it said Grayson Sloan was pissed off about our one-night stand.

“Grab your things. We’re leaving.”

I turned to see Sloan looking down at me, his stare unwavering. It made me nervous. My heart beat like crazy, and my knees wobbled so much I feared if I didn’t stand my ground I’d be led out of here with no job to speak of and turned into arm candy because that was all he saw me as.

“No.”

He narrowed his eyes and damn, if that didn’t make him look sexier and harder to keep the steel in my spine. “Excuse me?” he growled low, closing the door behind him.

And locked it.

I swallowed the boulder lodged in my throat. “Just because you’ve had a taste of heaven, doesn’t mean you get to dictate the rules.” I sounded stronger and braver than I felt. Honestly, my knees were playing the Cha Cha Cha they were knocking so hard under this tight pencil skirt.

He stepped into my space, now standing close enough I could smell his intoxicating aftershave. Not that I minded.

His hand came around my neck and strong fingers collared the delicate flesh one at a time.

“I have a long memory and I remember you telling me I put you in heaven so that makes you my angel. Tell me I’m wrong.”

His voice was deep and shivery-good. It reminded me of Christian Bale’s in Batman. I’d sit on any jury just to hear him talk.

I noted his emphasis on the words I and my. I shuddered as his other hand came up to slip beneath my shirt and skim over my ribs in a whispered caress. I gasped.

I lowered my lashes to try to hide how much he affected me, but a finger to my chin had my head rising. He was tall and looked as if he worked out, unlike my own lawyer father and a lot of other men in the judicial system I’d met.

Wearing fitted gray pants with a pristine white button-down shirt and a striped tie, he was walking sex. His dark hair swept over his forehead and the hint of a black beard was sprouting on his angular jaw. Beneath my blouse, my nipples peaked at the thought of how that five o’clock shadow would feel on my thighs.

“Grayson,” I moaned and the second my lips opened he was there. Claiming my mouth with his. Heat slipped into my stomach and I was right back in my bedroom wishing he could lower me to my bed and spread me wide.

My nipples bunched into the hardest little stones. I wanted his hot lips wrapped around them. His face buried between my thighs.

I raked my fingers into the long lengths of his hair and tugged him closer. Skimming the hot tip of my tongue over the seam of his lips, he opened, and fuck, if he didn’t know how to take over right when a girl needed him to.

A strong hand cupped my ass and I was against a bookshelf, leg wrapped around his thigh. My skirt pulled higher and higher and before long I had it around my waist, the lace of my panties teasing from the fringes.

“Fuck, I missed you, Cherry. Dreamed about finding you. I must have searched every woman’s Facebook page in this city trying to find you, crazy as that sounds.”

He kissed me again. Feverishly. I stopped breathing and didn’t care for air until we both came up gasping. “Come home with me. Let me convince you to give whatever this is between us a chance.”

I didn’t realize I’d said yes until I was already in his Town Car being driven to, I don’t know where by a chauffeur, and frankly I didn’t care. I felt safe and that was all that mattered.

A strong hand came to rest on my thigh and another slid into my hand, our palms connecting as the car slowed and Grayson ushered me through a rotating door.

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