Page 39 of When You Give a Lawyer a Kiss

I watch the rise and fall of Reese’s chest, noting the quickening of her breath when I continue my path down the column of her neck. A surge of satisfaction courses through me, fully aware that I’m responsible for her heightened response.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” I murmur in her ear.

Her eyes flutter open, and I’m mesmerized by the depth of her emerald gaze. “You’re not so bad yourself when you’re not being a tyrant.”

Reese tilts her head back to look at me, and when she smiles, I’m a goner. She winds her arms around my neck, drawing me closer.

I cup her face with my hands, pressing kisses along her jawline. When I get to her mouth, I trace my tongue along her plump bottom lip in teasing strokes. She lets out a soft moan as her tongue meets mine, and she pulls me closer. When she tugs my lip between her teeth, our connection turns from tentative exploration to wild and frenzied.

I grind my cock against her core, and she pushes against me in response. Our moans fill the air as I explore her mouth with fervor.

It’s a fucking turn-on to witness her uninhibited side first-hand. When she cries out for more, I bunch up the material of her dress and shove it out of the way. I hike her leg around my waist, placing my other hand securely on her hip. When she grips my hair, it sparks a fuse inside me.

“No more waiting, Red.” I step back, and spin her around so she’s facing the glass wall, overlooking the club. “Look out the window,” I whisper as I wind my arm around her waist.

Reese is panting as she follows my order, her eyes darting to the people below. Her breath hitches when I push her panties aside and tease at her entrance before sinking two fingers inside her. “Damn, you’re soaked. Is this all for me?”

“Oh, Dawson,” she whimpers.

I lean forward, running my tongue along the column of her neck, leaving kisses and gentle bites along her collarbone.

When I add a third finger, Reese lets out a strangled sound of arousal. It’s the most sensual sound I’ve ever heard, making me want this—wanther—even more.

Her hands are pressed against the glass as I move my fingers. Her back is arched, her ass rubbing against my cock. I wrapmy free hand around her neck and tilt her head to capture her mouth in mine.

“Are you going to come on my hand with a crowd down there? Anyone could be watching.” I murmur against her lips.

She looks forward, clenching tighter around my fingers as I speak.

Looks like my Red might be an exhibitionist, although there’s no chance of that happening tonight. I noticed earlier that the windows are made of one-sided glass, but it turns me on watching Reese’s reaction to the idea that someone could be watching.

“Oh my god, don’t stop,” she breathes out.

“Not until you come like a good girl,” I promise.

I’m hard as a rock as I watch Reese unravel before me. I can sense that she’s close to the edge, her body coiling tighter with each plunge of my fingers. I strum her clit with my thumb, and within seconds she shatters around my hand. She rests the back of her head on my chest and lets out a strangled cry of pleasure. She doesn’t stop riding my hand until I’ve wrung every drop of desire from her core.

Reese is utterly captivating when she’s on the verge of release but watching her come is something else entirely.

“That’s my girl,” I praise.

I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean. Reese bites her lip, watching me with rapture. I flash her a wicked grin as I groan, relishing the taste of her essence on my tongue. She doesn’t take her eyes off me as she reaches down to massage my cock through my pants, but I shake my head.

“What about you?” she asks.

“This was aboutyou.” I gently stroke her jaw before reaching down to smooth out her dress.

Giving her pleasure brings me a sense of fulfillment, and makes me feel closer to her.

“I’ve decided listening to you come is my new favorite sound,” I grin.

Reese blinks at me, as though she’s just coming out of a trance. The realization of what we’ve done registering.

She places her hands over her head. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I just let my boss finger me in the office of a club while I’m supposed to be working. It was a lapse in judgment, that’s all,” she rushes out. “I got caught up in the moment when you called me a good girl.” A blush creeps across her cheeks at the admission. “And then you looked at me with that ridiculous smoldering gaze of yours, and I fell under your spell.”

Have I mentioned how adorable she is when she rambles.

She holds her hand up to stop me when I try to get closer. “We should pretend this didn’t happen. Every time we cross this line, we’re putting our careers at risk.”

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