Page 33 of When You Give a Lawyer a Kiss

“We can’t do more than kiss,” I whisper.

“I’d never dream of it,” he smirks.

He places my hand over his and pushes our joined fingers firmly against his hard on. “Feel what you do to me, Red.”

Just as my mouth parts for another kiss, his phone goes off, jolting me back to reality.

“Dammit,” he mutters.

I squeak in surprise, scrambling from his lap.

As my haze of desire dissipates, I’m acutely aware that my body was just plastered against his and that we kissed. No, we were doing much more than that. We were fucking with our mouths while I traced his dick with my hand in a conference room in broad daylight.

Oh god, we’re in so much trouble.

We’re supposed to be keeping things strictly professional, and what just happened was the exact opposite.

Without a second thought, I bolt toward the door.

“Reese, where are you going?” Dawson calls out as he stands, his voice a mix of concern and desire.

“Back to work,” I say, making sure not to look back, too embarrassed to let him see my flushed face.

I’ve never felt more conflicted. On one hand, I’m embarrassed for letting things go so far. I only have myself to blame since I’m the one who practically pounced on him, allowing my lust to overshadow any potential consequences. On the other hand, I can’t deny being back in his arms felt like that was where I was meant to be.

The worst part is, if things go south, not only is my job at stake, but I have a sneaking suspicion that losing Dawson would be equally, if not more devastating.

Reese has dominated my thoughts since we gave in to temptation yesterday. Who am I kidding? She hasn’t been far from my mind since the day I met her. The kiss we shared in the conference room was like a shot of top-shelf brandy, and I’m craving another taste. We’ve both avoided the topic, keeping things strictly businesslike, and I’m careening toward the edge.

I’ve done everything to control my wandering thoughts, but it’s a losing battle when we’re together. Like this morning, when she leaned over my desk to review a document, and a fantasy took hold in my mind that’s played on repeat since.

I lock the door to my office and stride toward Reese, a determined glint in my eye. With her attention still on the documents in front of her, I wind my arm around her waist, peppering kisses along her neck. She lets out a low moan when I nibble on her ear, her fingernail digging into my arm.

Unable to hold out any longer, I spin her around to face me before sweeping my hand across the desk, sending everything scattering to the floor.

I lift her into my arms and hoist her onto the wooden surface. Her heated gaze is locked on mine as I hike up her skirt, bunching it around her waist and exposing her black lace underwear. She lifts her hips and I drag the thin scrapof material down her legs, tucking it into my pocket for safekeeping.

Not willing to waste a second, I drop to my knees, my head aligned with her core. I hitch her leg over my shoulder and kiss along her smooth skin. My hands spread her quivering thighs and I lick her pussy in long, steady strokes. When I glance up, she has a wanton expression on her face as I plunge three fingers inside her tight cunt. I work her clit hard, telling her to be a good girl and come for me as her slender fingers tangle in my hair. She arches her back when she comes, shouting my name, without a care for who hears her sounds of pleasure.

I’m snapped from my fantasy when my phone vibrates on my desk.

Fuck.

I glance around and sigh in relief when I find I’m still alone in my office. My cock is rock-hard, and I take a minute to readjust myself. It’s late Thursday afternoon, and I hate the idea of spending yet another weekend without seeing Reese. God, my obsession with her is getting out of hand.

When my phone buzzes again, I’m grateful for the distraction.

Harrison:Hey.

Harrison:You free to grab a drink tomorrow night?

Dawson:Sure.

Harrison:I’ll text you the address.

Dawson:We’re not meeting at the bar?

Harrison:Not this time.

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