Page 26 of The Lawyer
I make my way up to his penthouse, and even as he opens the door, I’m undecided on how to play the night.
Landon’s rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows, and the scowl that was so present this week still shadows his face. Suddenly, my intention for tonight is to ensure he’s so absorbed in me he can’t remember what he’s been so angry about.
“Come in.” He waves me in like last time, and I make sure to avoid his eyes. The thrill that surges through me as I take a step inside is electrical and sets my heart racing even before I’ve started to dance.
The terrace is out of the option tonight due to the rain, so I untie my coat and let it drop to the ground as I walk to the wall of glass in front of his spacious corner suite. As I turn to face him, I watch his eyes rake over my outfit. He lingers on every inch of me, and as he does, the heat in the room intensifies.
“Same deal as last time?” His voice is harsher than usual, more gravel to it.
I nod in a slow and deliberate motion before selecting the playlist on my phone and handing it to him. Without gloves this time, his fingers brush against mine as he takes it. I snap my hand back and step backwards, so the glass is right against my back.
He gives me a look before connecting the music and coming to take his position in the middle of the sofa in front of me. His legs are set apart—the perfect width for me to slide between, but I push that thought away and focus on the music.
I've chosen a more dramatic instrumental soundtrack tonight. More modern songs, but no lyrics. I need to feel the rhythm in the music to be transported, hopefully away from my own wayward thoughts.
I turn away from Landon and look out the window. My own reflection hides my view because the lights inside make it hard to see what’s really out there. But the lights begin to dim. I peek over my shoulder and see Landon chuck a remote to the other end of the sofa. The lighting transforms the atmosphere—more intimate, more private.
I kick out a hip and rotate my body around on the spot, running my hands from my thighs and over my torso before raising them smoothly in the air. After the first few moves, my nerves evaporate and the exhilaration pulses through me.
My moves flow in graceful, fluid motions and lines to show off my limbs to their fullest. It’s the most demure of starts, but I want this to build—both my anticipation and Landon’s.
The music morphs into a faster, edgier piece and with it, so do I. Landon slouches deeper into the couch, and his fists tighten to his sides. The hard, rigid length of his cock is visible through his trousers already.
He notices me looking at it. “If you want this, get over here and take it,” he grates. I sashay and twist, putting my back to him and keeping my thoughts on what I’m doing.
I bend and place my palm on the wooden floor, ensuring my legs are rod-straight before sliding forward and onto the wood. There’s never enough room to work the floor at The Priory. That isn’t a restriction here, and I need to mix this up.
As I slide my arm out, I turn to my side to watch him as I pull my knee up to my chest and then circle it in a wide arc, giving him the clearest view yet of my pussy. The move puts me on my back, and with my arms stretched out above my head, I thrust my hips up in the air several times before flipping to my hands and knees and thrusting again towards the floor.
“Get your arse over here," he snarls. "Closer.”
I don’t say a word, but I do crawl on the floor in dramatic stretched moves towards him. “Name your price. I want your fucking mouth on my cock. Now.”
Dancing dirty hasn’t ever been my goal, but watching Landon’s jaw lock and his fists clench makes me want to know I've made him come apart. I want to drive him to that edge where he’s downright desperate because my own body is as turned on as his now. I feel needy and desperate.
Still on my knees, I run my hands from my pussy up the centre of my body to my breasts to let my fingers play over my flesh and then back down again.
“You don't know how much I want to come all over your body. Inside you.”
My hands itch to slide up his thighs, to take him in my hand and let him do exactly that. I've never felt a pull so hard in my life. I'm aching for him. “Let me fuck you. Take what you want from me, too.”
But I don’t.
I twist and slide back on the floor, putting some much-needed distance between us, and then rise in a series of dips and twists.
His head drops back on the cushioned sofa, and his hand reaches for his cock. My breath hitches the moment I see it pulled out, and I back up until I hit the glass. The cold is a shock to my system but needed considering the real possibility that I could forget about my rules right now.
His mouth stretches into a smile, loose and relaxed. "Is this too much for you?" he says, teasing me with it.
I use the support to wind down and then back up, my legs scissoring open again to give him more flashes. But watching him, watching his hand grasped around his cock and his breathing ragged, makes me want some relief, too.
I come up to standing and let my hand travel down to my panties.
“You cross that line and you don't get to go backwards,” he warns. “I'll want more. I'll demand more.”
I know, but I can’t stop.
I don't even want to.
