Page 49 of Cocky Counsel

She laughed and the sweet sound of it filled the elevator. Just as I was about to return to what I had been doing, the elevator stopped on another floor and the doors opened to allow an older man to get on. I could feel my irritation seeping through me as I glared at him for interrupting us.

“Sorry,” he said. “This thing takes forever so I get on whenever I can,” he explained.

“I agree, it does take forever,” Eva replied with a smile as she stood next to me, acting like I hadn’t just been fingering her ten seconds before.

A few minutes later, the elevator finally made it to her floor. We got out and she was overly polite with wishing the old man a wonderful night and promised to say hi the next time she saw him. My balls were bluer than a Smurf and ready to burst if she didn’t hurry her fine ass up and get inside.

“What do you want to drink?” she asked over her shoulder as she opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.

“You,” I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. I could care less about food or water at this point. Eva was what I needed right now, and I was determined to show her that.

Her body felt more tense when I touched her than it did a few minutes ago in the elevator. Something had changed, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to know what.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, letting her go and stepping back to give her space. She turned around and clutched the water bottle to her chest, pursing her lips as she thought about what to say.

“Nothing,” she sighed and shook her head.

Something was definitely wrong. I could feel it.

“Eva, talk to me. Please.”

“I enjoy our time together, Ethan, I really do. But do you think that maybe we’re getting a little too old for just sex?”

I took a few more steps back and leaned against the counter.

“I don’t think that we’re too old for just sex,” I said, watching as her face fell in disappointment. She looked away and refused to meet my eyes. “But Eva, do you really think that this is just sex between us?”

“Isn’t it? It’s not like we go on dates or call each other boyfriend or girlfriend. And on top of that, we have to keep whatever this is a secret from everyone. You can’t tell me that you think this is anything more than sex.”

I nodded my head in agreement and pushed off from the counter, taking a few steps toward her until she was pinned against the fridge.

“Do you know what I think it is? I think it’s me coming to take care of you when you’re sick and figuring out how to work remotely from your apartment because I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you. It’s me pulling strings to get your sister the best family lawyer in Manhattan because I want to help you and support your family. It’s having a breakfast date together because you burnt the toast. Again. It’s lunch dates so that we don’t have to eat alone in our offices, because I like your company. It’s me confiding in you about my fucked-up childhood and telling you the story behind the last gift that my grandma gave me. It’s feeling like a complete pussy and talking about my feelings with a client because he’s the closest thing I have to a real friend.” I took a deep breath and slowly let it out, watching as her eyes reflected deep emotion behind everything I said. “So no, Eva. I don’t think we’re just fucking. I think I’m fucking in love with you, and I have no idea what that even means.”

Her eyes softened as she tilted her head to the side and lifted her hand to my cheek.

“I love you too, Ethan. And that scares the shit out of me as much as it scares you.”

“So, should we just go back to being friends that fuck?” I teased playfully.

“Fucking friends might get a little complicated with the whole love thing. Besides, you really know how to push my buttons which probably means that we’re already in a relationship,” she narrowed her eyes at me.

“Oh baby, trust me, I’m just getting started with the button pushing,” I whispered as I leaned close to her ear and nipped it.

“Actions speak louder than words,” she countered, acting as if she wasn’t fazed at all by my erection that was pressing against her.

I reached down and grabbed her ass, tossing her over my shoulder as I carried her down the hallway into her bedroom. I playfully tossed her onto the bed, undoing my tie as she laid back on her elbows and watched me. She licked her lips as she watched my fingers work and my eyes traveled down to her legs, remembering the feel of her wet pussy under her short skirt in the elevator.

“Open your legs,” I instructed, pulling the tie from around my neck. She looked at me for a brief moment before she slowly spread them, planting her feet to the side of her. It was an amazing view of her laying back on the bed, her legs open with a black lace thong barely covering her waxed pussy. Add in the black stiletto heels that she was still wearing; my dick grew two sizes.

I started unbuttoning my shirt, slowly, as I moved closer to the bed.

“Touch yourself,” I said firmly.

Her eyes quickly darted to the nightstand beside her bed before coming back to look at me. She looked embarrassed but I couldn’t figure out why. I turned my attention to where she had looked and walked over. Tucked beside a box of tissue and her alarm clock was a vibrator. My eyes lit up with amusement as a grin spread across my cheeks. I reached over and picked it up, holding it in the palm of my hand as she looked at me in horror.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” I asked, amused with my discovery.

“It’s a massager,” she said hurriedly.

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