Page 59 of Baby For My Ex's Brother

Each time I feel like giving in to Derek's demands, Shiloh seems to sense it, her pace slowing almost to a stop. That's all the incentive I need to dig in my heels.

"Look, if you pursue this case against Nora," I press on, my voice growing firmer despite the waves of pleasure Shiloh is sending through me, "it's against my professional advice. You could be looking at a countersuit for defamation, and the media will have a field day."

Derek's tone sharpens. "So now you're refusing to do your job?"

"No, I'm advising you as your lawyer that this isn't wise," I say, clenching my jaw as Shiloh takes me deeper, her movements growing more fervent beneath the desk. "If you insist on going forward with this, I might have to pass it off to another attorney."

There's a pause on the line, and then Derek's anger is palpable even through the screen. "This is bullshit, Liam!"

Just then, Shiloh moans softly, the sound muffled but unmistakable.

My heart stops.

"What the hell was that noise?" Derek snaps, his face contorting with suspicion.

Shiloh freezes, her eyes wide as she looks up at me. I shoot her a warning look, shaking my head slightly. Quick thinking is needed to save the situation.

"Uh, must be some interference on the line," I blurt out, trying to sound annoyed rather than breathless. "These video calls, you know? Technology." I give an awkward chuckle, hoping he buys it.

"Right," Derek says, but his skepticism is as clear as the disapproval in my chest. "Think about what I said, Liam. We'll talk later."

"Fine," I mutter, frustration sharpening my voice. "We'll schedule another call." My finger hovers over the 'end call' button, aching to shut this down.

The moment the screen goes black, I slam the laptop closed with more force than necessary. The sound reverberates through the room like the final gavel at a trial.

I reach down, my hands finding Shiloh's shoulders as I pull her up in one swift motion. Our lips crash together, a mess of need and desperation. She tastes like sin and feels like salvation, all wrapped up in one forbidden package.

"Sorry," she whispers against my mouth, a hint of mischief in her voice that tells me she's not really sorry at all.

"Shut up," I growl back, my hands fumbling with the buttons on her blouse, popping them open with unsteady fingers. Her hands are just as frantic, tugging at my belt, pulling it loose with a clink of metal

Clothes become inconsequential obstacles that we discard with urgency. There's no time for finesse or foreplay—not now. Not when every second without her is a second wasted.

And then, with a sigh that's part relief and part longing, she's sinking onto me, her warmth enveloping me completely. Her hips find a rhythm, and I lose myself in the sensation, in the sheer rightness of being buried inside her.

Everything else fades into insignificance—the clients, the cases, the rules we're breaking. There's only Shiloh, and the way she makes me feel like I'm more than just a billionaire attorney with a roster of high-profile clients.

I'm just Liam—a man desperately, irrevocably addicted to the woman in his arms.

The desk is a battleground of scattered papers and blinking devices, but none of it matters—not when Shiloh rocks on my cock like she's made for this, for us. Her hands grip my shoulders; her breath comes in quick gasps that sync with the rhythm we set. And God, the sound of her—it's a melody that drowns out the buzz of the city below.

"Liam," she sighs, desperate. Lust thickens every syllable, making it a confession, a plea, a prayer all at once.

"Right here, sweetheart," I soothe, looking into her eyes. In them, I see a reflection of my own reckless desire, the same wild abandon that's driven us to this point.

I thrust up into her, harder, deeper, each movement a testament to the craving that consumes me. My office chair creaks under us, an unsteady metronome to our frantic coupling.

I'm close—too close—but I hold on, because this, right here with Shiloh, is where I've found something I didn't even know I needed.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her body tightens, and I can feel her teetering on the edge. With one final push, she shatters around me, her cry a sweet release that triggers my own undoing. I follow her over the precipice, our names mingling in the air as we cling to each other, riding out the storm.

After, the silence is profound. It's just us, breathing hard, our hearts pounding in unison. The city sprawls beneath us, unaware of the seismic shift that's just occurred in this high-rise office. But right now, the world outside doesn't exist.

"Damn clients," I murmur, half-joking, but the truth is clear in the way I hold her close, unwilling to let go.

Clients come and go, but what I have with Shiloh—this is irreplaceable.

And for all the wealth and power at my fingertips, she's become the one thing I can't afford to lose.

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