Page 7 of A Tempting Motion
My fingers move in quick strokes inside her and our lips graze right when her muscles seize up. She finally moans my name and it’s all I can do not to come in my pants. I’m shaking with pent up desire and it’s taking every ounce of my restraint to hide the power her pleasure has over me. My lips brush her forehead before I reluctantly withdraw from her center.
“Jesus…” She catches my predatory gaze as I bring my fingers to my lips and suck. When she witnesses me relishing her taste mixed with her sweet strawberry scent, she covers her face and groans. “God… why do I keep doing this to myself?”
“Probably because you’re aprofessional.”
She glares at me and sits up. “You’re incorrigible.” She attempts to right her skirt, but there’s no hope of hiding her freshly fucked glow. I wish Ihadfucked her, but the feisty woman needed to be taught a lesson, and no matter how badly I want to, I won’t let myself inside her again until she trusts me.
This weekend was a fling, but I’m finding I want more. I’m drawn to how passionate she is in every aspect of life. She’s breathtaking when she fights for what she believes in and as long as I can fuck the judgmental bitch out of her from time to time, stoking Britta’s flames will be worth the burns.
“Quit looking at me like that, Chamberlain.” Her ragged exhale morphs into a groan and she backs away from me, toward the door. “What’re we gonna do about the case?”
I rub my shoulder. “We should talk about this, Britta. Us. Before we get to the case. This is gonna keep happening—”
“No,” she cuts me off. “This can never happen again. We have a case together. That’s it. No further conversation needed, got it? I refuse to get kicked off this case over minor indiscretions.”
“Fine.” I bite my tongue against all the words I wish we’d say, but she’s right about one thing. This case is important. So, I let it slide but resolve to bank this talk for later. “I’ll speak with her. Maybe she’ll come clean. We’ll see.” I avoid Britta’s face and collapse into my chair.
“I’m sorry, Theo.”
I nod. Britta’s doing her job, but I know the law allows her some discretion. Hopefully another meeting will help me find a way to get my client back home. Anywhere but a cage, at least.
I sit up, a thought forming in my head. Britta is peeking out my door, and hasn’t noticed, so I stay silent. I’m too afraid to speak the idea out loud, only to have it shot down by her rigid idea of justice.
“I don’t see your receptionist,” she whispers. “Is she on break? I don’t want to run into her—” I bark out a laugh and Britta’s forehead wrinkles in an adorable mix of confusion and frustration. “What’s so funny?”
“I don’t have a receptionist. It’s just me.” I keep chuckling and duck to avoid the pen Britta whips at my head.
“You ass—” The shrill ring of her cell phone interrupts her and she digs it out of her purse.
“Bridgette, speaking.” After a moment, her eyes flare at me. “Got it. I’ll be right there.” She hangs up and turns on her heel to leave.
“Hey, wait. What was that about?”
She looks back, determination lining her features.
“There’s been another murder.”
Chapter Four
Britta
“Ms. Thoms, it seems Mr. Chamberlain has adopted your sense of punctuality…”
Theo’s late this time, but somehow, I’m the one still getting bitched at by Judge Powell. It’s been a busy few days since I saw him, and my nerves are shot. Judge Powell’s scowl from her bench makes me squirm.
Before I can answer, the doors burst open and Theo charges in.
“How excellent of you to join us at your own hearing, Counselor.”
“Sorry, Your Honor...” He heads straight to me as he speaks. “But I need a brief word with opposing counsel. Beg the court’s indulgence.” Theo ignores Judge Powell’s snarky retort as he pulls me out of earshot of court personnel.
“Where have you been?” I hiss. “And what the hell? Another motion the Friday before trial—”
“I know, I know. Sorry. I needed to buy some time… Serena finally told me who the murderer is.”
“And?”
“Her cousin. Aaron McKidd.”
