Page 79 of When You Give a Lawyer a Kiss

“No, my client wants five million, that’s nonnegotiable.”

Dawson wraps his fist around my ponytail, guiding himself into my mouth. I greedily accept, sucking the crown with fervor, and when he tightens his grip, coaxing me to take him deeper, I hollow out my cheeks until his head is at the back of my throat. He lets me set the pace as I adjust.

He covers the phone with his hand. “Such a naughty girl,” he groans as he strokes the column of my neck.

My panties are completely soaked through, his praise fueling my desire. I cup his balls, squeezing gently, as I suck him off.

“The answer is no, Carl. Call me back when you have a better offer.” He hangs up and tosses his phone on the desk.

“Fuck, Red, you’re a goddamn vision with your mouth around my cock.”

I hum around his length in reply.

Dawson loses all control, tugging my head forward as he moves me at the pace he wants. He lets out a growl of approval as I suck him with fervor, eager to please.

I’m drunk on the knowledge that I’m the reason for his unrestrained pleasure. I grip his thighs, clawing at his pants as my mouth bobs up and down on his shaft.

“I’m going to come,” he groans.

He gently tugs my hair to pull me off but I ignore him, and suck harder. His cock jerks under my hand as his cum fills my mouth. His eyes widen as I lap up every drop, licking him clean. When I’m finished, his cock springs free from my mouth with a loud pop.

Dawson extends a hand to help me up and lifts me onto his desk, shoving aside several stacks of paperwork to make room.He grips my jaw, pulling me in for a searing kiss. His presence is all-consuming as he towers over me, gazing down with those piercing blue eyes I love so much.

He nips my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, angel.”

“Yes.” I breathe out the single word as a shiver ripples down my spine.

I need Dawson like I need my next breath, and I’m at his mercy, addicted to his touch. He hikes my skirt up over my hips and yanks my panties to the side, stepping between my legs while grabbing hold of his still-hard cock.

“And you thought I was old,” he taunts as he pushes inside me in one deep thrust.

“Oh, fuck, Dawson,” I cry out.

He slants his mouth across mine to swallow my moans as he as his thrusts work up to almost a punishing pace. I wrap my hands around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair, savoring the feel of being so full. He lifts up on the balls of his feet, giving himself the extra height he needs to plunge in deeper, allowing me to feel every single inch of him. He drops his head against my shoulder, putting all his energy into driving home.

He reaches down and alternates between flicking and rolling my clit with his thumb and forefinger, and soon we’re both barreling toward our release.

“You’re taking me so well, Red. This pussy was made for me,” he murmurs as he plants a soft kiss against my nose. “I can’t wait until we get home tonight so I can take my time with you.”

“Looking forward to it,” I say with a sated smile.

Being with Dawson has brought me more happiness than I ever imagined. I’ll be forever grateful to the universe for bringing us together and for that fateful day I stumbled into his tattoo shop, which led us here.

He’s proven that there is such a thing as a fairytale ending, complete with grand gestures and a love that surpasses allhopes. Except in place of a prince and a carriage, my happily-ever-after comes with a sexy, tatted lawyer, one where I ride off into the sunset on the back of his bike.

Getting a new boss didn’t turn out anything like I expected, but now I know what happens when you give a lawyer a kiss…

He becomes my home, the place where my heart belongs.

Time has flown by since starting the firm, and well, Reese has kept me busy.

The new law office is named Tate & Larsen. I brought on a second managing partner, Mark Larsen. We met in law school, and I trust him to bring valuable insights and leadership to the team. It helps that he’s not afraid to bend the rules when necessary to achieve the best outcomes for our clients. And having him on board has lightened my workload, allowing me more time for other priorities.

The majority of the attorneys and support staff from Maxwell’s firm came to work for me, including Reese’s friend Grace. Now, they work on the same floor, and go to lunch together at least once a week.

Reese is Mark’s paralegal, and although I still miss having her report directly to me, she’s only down the hall and visits my office.

Frequently.

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