Page 59 of When You Give a Lawyer a Kiss

“You’re so stunning, Reese, and when you’re unraveling for me? There’s nothing more beautiful” He sigh. “Fuck.” He pulls away and runs his fingers through his hair. “I don’t have a condom out here. I’ll be right back.” He moves to get up, but I grab his arm to stop him.

I’ve never had sex without protection before, yet the image of Dawson inside me without a barrier is exhilarating.

“I’m on birth control. We don’t need a condom… unless you want one,” I add.

“Are you sure?” His expression is serious. “I’ve never gone without one before and would never do anything to make you uncomfortable.”

I draw him closer, kissing him on the lips. “Positive. Fuck me, Dawson. Fuck me right now.”

“Gladly, Red.”

He strips out of his sopping wet boxers and aligns himself with my core, pushing inside slowly. I slam my eyes shut and grip him tighter as our intermingled groans vibrate around us.

Once fully seated, he pauses to give me a moment to adjust. “Holy shit. You’re so goddamn tight,” he grits out, voice strained.

“God, I’ll never get over how big you are,” I gasp.

“Don’t worry, angel, you can take me,” he promises.

Dawson quivers beneath my touch from the strain of holding back. When he starts moving, I meet him thrust for thrust, embracing the sensation of him inside me. This man has me under his spell, and I’m powerless against his seductive touch.

“I’m so close, Dawson,” I pant out.

“We’re going to come together,” he orders, pressing a kiss to my temple.

He picks up his pace and all rational thought is gone as the primal sound of flesh slapping against flesh resonates in the air. I dive into a state of euphoria and when I look up at him, he’s watching me, silently promising to give me more.

“Come for me, angel,” he rasps as he flicks my clit repeatedly, giving me the added friction I’ve been begging for. My mouth parts, and a shiver courses through my spine as I detonate like a bomb. He’s right behind me, letting out a guttural groan as we tumble into a state of oblivion together.

Dawson cradles my face, planting soft kisses across my cheeks and forehead, leaving a trail of warmth behind.

He gently pulls out of me and retrieves his shirt from the table to clean us up. He tosses it to the ground and sits next to me on the lounger.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

I give him a sated smile. “Couldn’t be better. Although I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk down the stairs.” My body is boneless, and I’m achy in all the best ways.

Dawson gently caresses my cheek with his thumb. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

His words feel like a promise of something more and I worry that I’m in too deep to recover if he doesn’t catch me when I fall.

After a quick shower and ordering takeout from a local Thai restaurant, Reese and I are snuggled up on the couch in the living room watching a movie. I can’t remember the last time I took a night off—let alone a whole day—but with her, every minute is a precious escape. It’s been a while since I’ve sat down to watch TV, but when Reese found out I haven’t seenZoolander, she insisted I watch it. Apparently, my lack of pop culture knowledge was a cry for help requiring an immediate fix.

My back is against the armrest, and Reese is nestled under my arm. Her head rests on my shoulder, legs extended with one knee propped up, and a bowl of popcorn on her lap. I run my fingers gently through her hair, taking in her scent and the rise and fall of her breath.

She plops a piece of popcorn into her mouth and points to the TV, where Derek Zoolander strikes his iconic “Blue Steel” pose.

“This part cracks me up every time I watch it,” she says, erupting into laughter when the camera zooms in on his exaggerated pout. “I forgot how funny this movie is.” She giggles harder, clutching her stomach.

God, I’ll never get tired of that sound.

I’m completely captivated by her, losing track of the movie as I watch Reese, unguarded and free. Her laugh is contagious, pulling a grin from me as I soak in the sound of her joy.

This place has always been just a house—a stopover between the office and the tattoo shop where I can catch a few hours of sleep and change my clothes. But with Reese here, I can picture it as a home brimming with laughter, love, and warmth.

I shake off the notion as a fleeting fantasy. The idea of someone like me falling in love seems preposterous. I can’t even admit that Harrison is my friend, hiding behind our professional dealings because I’m too afraid to trust anyone. That same fear has kept me from committing to a long-term relationship.

Yet, meeting Reese has offered a new perspective, making me wonder if opening up to someone and exploring the possibility of something real wouldn’t be so bad.

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