Page 6 of A Tempting Motion
I nod. The center man returns the kilo to the duffel and hands the bag to his henchmen. When the center man turns back around, he speaks and steps forward. The loner’s arms go from questioning to the universal sign of surrender as he kneels, shaking his head rapidly. We watch helplessly as the center man pulls a gun from his waistband.
A small figure—a woman, I realize—jumps out of the sedan’s driver’s seat and barrels toward them. She tries in vain to fight through the henchmen.
The woman’s silent scream rings in my imagination as an orange flash bursts from the gun and the kneeling man collapses to the ground. The woman finally breaks past the men and scrambles to the victim. I rub my hand over the pain forming in my chest from witnessing her grieve.
The woman trembles from the cries wracking her small frame, until the center man yanks her from her mourning. Once she’s standing, the man thrusts the gun into her hands. When she argues, he shoves her and heads to the driver’s side of the car. Whatever he said, defeats her and she crumbles down the wall as the car leaves.
Fury radiates through me, but Britta isn’t paying attention to my cursing and has sped up the video to the point where officers come on scene and find the woman sitting against the wall. I can’t watch anymore, knowing I just saw my client get framed for murder. Anger tightens my gut into a painful twist making me nauseous.
Britta abruptly spins in her seat, throwing me off balance and I nearly topple over her. “We need to find out who the shooter was.”
“You’re damn right we do. I told you there was a goddamn video. How soon can you dismiss the case against my client?”
Lines of confusion form on Britta’s brow. “Dismiss the case? Why?”
I still, my arms out wide and pointing to the screen. “Did we not watch the same video? Serena Donahue is obviously innocent. Whoever that asshole is, is the murderer.”
Britta pauses before she shapes her next words carefully. “No… what I saw was a drug trafficking deal gone wrong, with your client as the driver. Hand of one, hand of all.”
“You gotta be fucking kidding me, Britta. You can’t use some far-fetched legal loophole to pin amurdercharge on my client.” I’m pissed. Britta wants to argue that because my client was likely involved in felony drug trafficking, she should be charged with murder, too. It’s a bullshit argument, but my mind races with the fear a jury might buy it.
“Who’s to say she wasn’t in on it? It’s not out of the realm of possibility—”
“Are you outta your fucking mind? That girl was distraught. There’s no way she knew what was going to happen.”
“This is my job, Theo. If someone does something wrong, they answer for it. That’s justice. But… maybe we can work something out. I need to know who the trigger man was. If she tells us, I’ll think about a plea deal.”
I move, and we’re suddenly so close that my chest is one loud yell from pressing against hers. I’m tempted to rip her apart for taking advantage of my client. But the fire in my veins fueling the urge is apparently in charge of other impulses, too. My eyes are drawn to her open blouse and the temptation to destroy evolves into desire. To prevent myself from ripping into her, I rip away from her instead, shaking my head.
“This is wrong, Britta. Just because it’s the law, doesn’t mean it’s right. Don’t confuse the two.”
“Look at me when you insult me, Chamberlain.” She’s in my face again, but this time, the heat between us is palpable and I can’t tamp it down.
“Back away, Britta.” My growl reverberates against her chest and she shivers. Even when those frost blue eyes meet my glare, she still doesn’t realize how on edge I am.
“No. You’re going to talk to me like a professional, Theo. I knowdefenseattorneys aren’t known for their civility—”
My growl becomes a roar and before I can think, I grip her waist, capturing her hips between mine and the desk. “I’m really tired of your sass.” My hands slide down her curves until I get to the hem of her skirt. I shove up the fabric and my fingers graze her thong.
“Theo! In your office? What if someone hears—”
I tsk but love that her only hesitation is getting caught. Even as she’s making an excuse, she’s clutching my tie and pulling me closer. Her worry gives me an idea, one I execute as I bend her backward with my hand cradling her neckline. “Better make sure my secretary doesn’t hear you then.” My body is flush with hers against my desk, and I skim my lips up the length of her neck.
“This makes no sense,” she groans. “I should hate you.”
I smirk at her confession and whisper in her ear, “It’s hard to hate someone who gives you everything you need.”
She grinds against me and I grow light-headed as all the blood in my brain rushes to my shaft. When I nip her earlobe, I’m rewarded with her moan.
“Shh, Bri.” My other hand dips inside her thong to tame the apex of all her fiery passion. By the time I’m done, I’ll have her coming when I call her to heel. “My secretary would love to tattle on her mean boss for fucking the prosecutor in his office. So, if you wanna come, baby, you’ll have to beprofessional…. And keep your mouthshut.”
Britta bites her lip and nods before I sink one finger inside her core.
“Good girl. Damn… you’re soaked.” Another finger joins the first, and I curve them in her tight channel to caress the spot that drives her wild. My thumb massages her clit slowly until Britta’s heated gaze makes me accelerate, already craving to see her ecstasy.
“You’re gorgeous, Bri.” I’m intoxicated by her submission and my cock aches to be free. But that’s not what this is about and I silently promise myself mercy the next time I have a chance to get inside her.
She cries out as her body trembles and tenses, readying for sweet release. I bite her plump bottom lip before warning her. “Shh… Remember, Bri. You have to stay quiet… No matter how bad you want to scream my name.”
