Page 41 of The Lawyer
“Sort of,” I admit, pulling the material together at the knee.
“Want to explain what happened today at the office?” I sigh, knowing he’s talking about my abrupt exit at work.
“No.”
“Careful, Willow.”
“We’re not at work right now, Landon. You can’t tell me what to do.”
“That’s not going to stop me.” He smirks and places his crap coffee down. “Besides, I don't feel like I’ve been thanked enough for my heroics this evening yet. Be apologetic and thankful.”
“Landon.” My protest sounds like a plea.
I stand and turn away, looking out of the back door window. I don’t have the energy to fight, and I can’t let him see the indecision on my face. The fact that he’s seemingly adding humour into the mix is confusing the hell out of me.
I hear him stand and move to me.
“So, let’s talk about what you chose to wear for your date tonight.” His fingers touch the skin at the edge of my boot, running up and over the strings of the bodysuit. “Quite scandalous.” At each ridge, my heart stammers, but he doesn’t stop until his chest is pressed up against my back, his fingers hovering at my thigh. “Put your hands up on the window.”
“Ash is upstairs,” I argue.
“He won’t come down. He’s embarrassed and angry, humbled in front of his saviour. As you should be.” His mouth hovers at my ear, his low words murmuring. “Put your hands up on the glass and spread your legs.” He squeezes the flesh of my thigh in command, but my foot doesn’t move. “Don't lie to yourself, Willow. Or me.”
I shut my eyes and take a breath, resigning myself to the fact that I want this—that I need this—before opening my legs. I can see the silhouette of him in the reflection of the window, and my body pulses with want. The draft around my legs chills me as he lifts the dress’s material and lets it rest on my backside, exposing the black silk and the full effect the bodysuit will create.
“You wanted to get fucked tonight. You’d never wear this for any other reason.” His finger slides past the silk inside the wide netting of the suit. The sensation ignites my desire further, and my body pushes back against him, greedy for more, but he pulls away.
“Are you going to be quiet this time?” I hope so, but I’m distracted by the clink of his belt and then the feel of the netting shredding across my backside. He’s calmer than before, more measured as he controls the situation and me in it.
“And do you still want to get fucked?” I nod my head and spread my legs further, now desperate to feel him inside of me. “By whom? Tell me who you want inside your pussy.”
“Please, Landon,” I beg.
“No one else? Looking like this you must have wanted someone else tonight.” Only him. Both sides of me want him. “It’s a rather slutty look. I like it.”
My eyes focus on his reflection from the window as my hips try to entice him into it. It doesn't work; it only seems to make him smother my mouth with his hand. The hard slap that stings straight across my skin makes me buckle into his fingers.
“Who do you want inside you?” he whispers, pulling his hand away slowly.
“You. Only you.”
He obliges the second I’ve said it, shoving inside of me so harshly it squashes me against the window. My fingers strain against the glass to keep myself up and take the force of his assault. My nipples brush against the material of my dress, desperate for attention as he fucks me fast and hard. I end up biting down on my teeth,grinding them against each other to keep my voice in check, but the screams and moans echo in my mind as he drives me closer and closer to climax.
His hand presses down at the centre of my back, his fingers flex as he jolts me forward on a hard thrust. It’s enough to send my vision to the stars as my body comes undone beneath him. My hips flex and my back arches in response as I ride out my climax. Emotion crashes through me, and the tears that threatened earlier slip free down my cheeks.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
And then he stills.
Both of his hands go around me, his fingers pressing down on my clit to send a further shudder over my body. He tugs at the silk of my panties, pulling what's left of them through my legs until they're up in my face. “Is this what you wear under those suits, Willow? Slutty underwear beneath the corporate facade?”
“No,” I whisper, although it sounds breathy and sexy.
“Do. I'll enjoy the thought of it.”
The silk falls from my face as he pulls out of me, and my dress's fabric falls back to cover me. I stay facing the window and brush the dampness from my cheeks, trying to ignore my tears. Whether they're for him, or Ash, or this whole sorry situation I'm currently in, I don't know.
I see his shadow grab a sheet of kitchen roll and hear the click of the bin as he cleans up. That's it. Done again.
