Page 33 of The Lawyer
“I'm showing you more of Tallington Hall. You said you liked the country.”
He holds his hand out, and that small offer is enough to keep my heart racing and my arm reaching out for him.
A few more steps and he turns, leading us in parallel with the main house, before weaving down a path that takes us through a section of gardens.
“Dark and secluded, Landon. People may talk,” I jest.
He keeps going, twisting around the natural flow of the hedging and trees until we eventually arrive at a crumbling arbour. “Do I look like a man who cares what people say?”
Vines and plants grow up the sides, shrouding it in black shadow, but I can still make out the stone pillars and arch.
My hands run across the old, flaking surface, body turning to look at him. “Oh, come on. I saw the way your father looked at me. He’d certainly not approve.”
His expression clouds and it makes it hard for me to see what he’s thinking, but we both know that's the truth. I take a step away, mindful that getting too close now will both spoil the spell of a wonderful night and cause problems.
“I choose what I want and when I want it.” His words aren’t strictly true, but only Juniper would know that. My back hits the stone structure, stopping my retreat. “At the moment, I think I want you.”
Before I get a chance to gather my thoughts, he steps against me, pushing me hard against the vines and stone. His mouth devours mine as if starved of any affection—like a need drives his actions. My blood ignites with the raw passion I feel, and my hands rush to cover his body. I feel like I'm drowning in thoughts of him and what we did at his penthouse, of how the scrape of his chin rubs against mine, the sheer presence of him blocking out all rational thought.
His fingers dig into my shoulders to hold me in place as he pulls away. Only the faintest glint of light reflects in his eyes, and I can’t read them. Anxiety creeps around me, sending a shudder through my body because whenever I’ve performed, there have been rules and lines. This—between us now—has no boundaries, and it's terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
His hands slide down the lace covering my arms and then move to my hips, gathering the dress's material at my sides.
“Your dress is obscene,” he criticises.
The high slit at the middle now ends at my panties, giving him clear access, and without skipping a beat, his hand slides to the top of my thighs, splitting my legs apart.
“Oh, god,” I moan, but it’s a plea to stop. “Please don’t touch me.”
His fingers remain gripped around my thigh, even more pressure applied. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t have you. You’ve done nothing but tease me all night.”
It’s true. I’ve led him on, and now I’m on the brink of either getting everything I want or shattering my world completely. But that’s not the reason at the front of my mind. “If you touch me … you’ll know what you do to me,” I confess.
It’s not a lie. It’s embarrassing how hot and worked up my body is, and I wish I could be indifferent to him—unaffected. I'm not, but even though I'm confident that this could be the best sex I’ve ever had, I’m also sure that I don’t fit into his world. Neither side of me does.
He holds my gaze while his fingers release their pressure on one of my legs, but only to slip under my lace panties. I roll my lips together, refusing to let the little moan of pleasure pass them. His touch is sure and confident and begs my body to submit to him. Any restraint I had melts when his fingers push up inside of me slowly. I grab his shoulder for support and gasp, watching as his eyes watch mine.
“You don't want this?"
“Please …” I don’t know what I’m begging for anymore.
He pulls his fingers free and kneels down, pushing aside my panties and holding me in place. I barely register what's happening until hard kisses rain down on my skin to the side of my underwear. I move, turn slightly, but he's licking through my folds before I can truly escape.
“Landon, no … please.” My words don’t match my action as I hitch the fabric higher and slide my leg over his shoulder. His arm slides up to my hip to keep me stable, the other hand harsh on my thigh, as he licks and sucks and bites.
My body bursts to life and tingling nerves dance through my limbs, building and building with every stroke from his tongue. He holds my legs further apart, desperate to get to the centre of me.Firm, demanding strokes of his tongue lave through me, and my low hums fill the air that’s grown hot and clammy around us.
I fist his hair in one hand and plant my other over my mouth as my orgasm rips through my body. He carries on regardless as if he won't back down until he's had his fill. My leg shakes and gives out as my body shudders and crashes down from the high, and the only thing holding me up is his strength.
Our breaths fill the air as we recover from our tryst, and the weight of our actions makes it harder for me to catch my breath. It's so still out here. So quiet. Just me and him. I could almost imagine something else than the reality we're in, but as my leg slips from his shoulder and I force my feet to hold my weight, the truth creeps in.
His body rises slowly. No words to say, apparently, and he doesn’t look me in the eye either. Instead, he stares at my legs and wipes his mouth with a handkerchief, then gazes at the shoes, and then he turns and retreats into the darkness before I build the courage to talk.
I let him go.
My head spins from the ramifications that now stand as giant statues in front of me. And what for? An orgasm?
I wanted this to happen, and I even wanted this to happen to Juniper, but now it has my mind playing tricks on me. I have to work with this man. I have a job to do, and despite loving my evening moonlighting, it’s the day job that offers me security and stability. It's the best of both worlds, or it was, and I’ve just set a bomb to blow up both.
