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I let out a breathy chuckle. “Yeah.”

She sits up and adjusts her dress. I cup her face with my palm and kiss her softly. My cock is so hard it aches. It nudges Von’s thigh and she grins.

“We should do something about that,” she says. Her phone rings and we both jump—I’m suddenly very aware of all the people just on the other side of that door. With Von, it’s like I lose all sense of time and space.

“But not here,” she amends with an embarrassed chuckle.

“Right,” I agree as she stands and grabs her cell.

“Grayson,” she says. “What’s up?...Oh great, can you email them and print them out too? I’ll have Noah take copies back tothe apartment…Yeah, he’s here, I took him for a suit fitting…Barbieri’s of course, who do you think I am?” She chuckles. “Okay, see you in a sec.”

She hangs up and glances down at my crotch. “You need to calm down,” she says with a mischievous smile that makes me even harder. “Grayson is on his way over.”

She comes over and plants the lightest kiss on my neck.

“I can’t calm down if you keep doing that,” I warn her.

“Right.” She steps back. “He’s bringing over some motions. Can you take the car back to the apartment? I’ve got some calls to make. It’s time to do something about this asshole who’s suing Jake.”

I didn’t think Von could get any sexier in this moment.

“Sure,” I say. “No problem.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

VON

It’s hard to concentrate after Noah leaves.

I’ve never made out with someone in my office before. Much less my own damn client. It was not a smart idea. But Noah makes me feel wild, crazy, reckless. All I want is him. My breasts ache and my thighs pinch. This craving inside me can’t be quenched. Goddamn, he is going to look so hot in that suit. Watching Giuseppe work his magic, it was like seeing a phoenix rise from the ashes.

Don’t get me wrong, Noah is just as hot in his jeans and tee combo. But there’s nothing like a man in a custom-made suit.

The women on the jury are going to eat him up.

The thought puts a temporary damper on my feelings, because Noah is my client, and it is one thousand percent unethical to have my client making me orgasm in my own office. Or anywhere at all.

If anyone found out, I would lose my job, my reputation, everything I’ve worked for.

But then I push the thought away because…well, because I don’t want to think logically for a minute. I’ve been thinking logically my whole life. It’s not as if I’m going to tell anyone about this affair. And I certainly won’t be bringing Noah into my office again.

I do manage to strongarm the jerk suing Jake—as I suspected, he was all talk and folded like a cheap suit when he realized Jake had a high-powered attorney on his side. He was looking for a quick payday and instead he got threatened with a defamation suit. I call Jake to give him the news.

“What?” he cries. “Dropped as in…as in dropped?”

I laugh. “Yes, dropped as in dropped. He won’t be bothering you anymore, I promise.”

“Oh my god,” he says, his voice shaking. “Von, I can’t thank you enough. What—how much do I owe you?”

“No charge,” I say. “It was one phone call. I’m happy to help.”

Jake sounds shellshocked. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Next time you come to the Screw, drinks are on the house.”

“Okay, deal.”

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