Page 51 of Cause of Action

“So, you’ve been in a relationship before?” she asked.

“A couple when I was younger. But it never lasted longenough for me to introduce them to my family for the reasons I just told you.”

“But you introduced me to your family.” A smirk crossed her lips.

“You’re different. You work for me. That’s the only reason.” I didn’t know who I was trying to convince—her or myself. “What about yourself? You’re beautiful, sexy, and smart.” I smiled.

“I have trust issues. Besides, I’m a control freak. Being in control is my number one survival rule. A lot of men can’t handle that.”

“So you’ve never been in a relationship?” I asked.

“No. Then I’d have to divulge all my secrets, and letting someone get close to me is a risk I’m unwilling to take.”

“But you trust me,” I said.

“Who said I trusted you?” Her eyes narrowed. “Just because we have sex doesn’t mean I trust you. Besides, for the moment, you’re my medication.”

“What the hell does that mean?” My brows furrowed.

“I self-medicate with sex.”

“Can you elaborate on that?”

“Not really. Some people pop medication to make them feel better. I have sex.”

“You do realize how dangerous that is, right?”

“Seriously?” She laughed. “Hello pot, meet kettle.”

“It’s different for me. I’m a man.”

“And I’m a woman who can take care of herself.”

She climbed on top of me and pushed my arms above my head, locking my wrists tightly in her grip. The way her long hair fell over her shoulders, the sparkle in her eyes, and her perfect naked body straddling me had my cock rising to the occasion.

“Now, you just lie there and be a good boy.” Her free hand reached behind her and gripped my cock.

I let out a moan, letting her take complete control over me.

“Good morning, Olivia. I need you to type up a motion for the Williamson’s case and give it to me immediately. I need to take it to the judge.”

“Will do, boss. So, Morgan found some new evidence?”

“Possibly.” I took off my suit coat and sat behind my desk. “I need a cup of coffee.”

“Coming right up.” She smiled.

“Morning,” Julian said as he and Parker entered my office. “We’ve been here since six-thirty and shocked you weren’t. You’re always here at six-thirty on Mondays.”

“Morgan and I were up really late.”

“She spent the night again?” Parker’s eyes narrowed.

“What is going on with you?” Julian asked.

“Nothing. I like her company.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised she stuck around after meeting the family over the weekend.” Parker smirked.

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