Page 47 of Legal Seduction
Her fingers clutched his shoulders, and she dragged him up. Then she guided his cock inside her. They moved with less urgency this time. Taking their time with slow strokes and long kisses...
And when they came, they came together—shouting each other’s names. Simon had never felt as connected to another person. Or as scared...
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Bette felt connected to Simon in a way that had nothing to do with the physical. She felt connected to Simon emotionally. She’d seen him naked, truly naked. And she knew she should return the favor.
What he’d shared with her was far more personal than her career goals and dreams. What he’d shared with her...
Scared the hell out of her, not because of what he’d done or who he was. But because she was really beginning to fall for him. Panic coursed through her, like moments ago passion had, and she tensed.
She should tell him to leave, show him to the door. He’d already been here too long, too vividly. Now she would always imagine him here. It hadn’t been bad when he’d been in just the living room. But now he’d been in the bedroom, in her bed. And like Goldilocks, he was still there. He must have fallen asleep, for his body—his beautiful body—was relaxed.
Instead of pounding on his chest to wake him up, she rested her head on it and curled up against his side. Sure, she had work to do. But she was tired. And she only had a few more days with him.
She would take a moment to enjoy just being with him. It wasn’t as if he would actually spend the night. She was certain he would wake up and slip out before morning. If not much sooner.
The thought of him leaving relaxed her enough that she began to drift off to sleep. While her mind told her she wanted him gone, her body wrapped around his, holding him close. And she had to admit the truth.
She didn’t want him to leave. Not just tonight but maybe ever.
That thought filled her with such terror that she jerked fully awake. She must have been asleep longer than she realized because he was gone. Her arms clutched nothing but the pillow that smelled yet like him. She should have been relieved that he’d left.
But a chill chased over her bare skin, raising goose bumps. She wasn’t just cold, though. She was scared for a couple of reasons.
One—the disappointment that filled her over his slipping out. Sure, she’d suspected that he would. She’d even thought that would be a good thing. But she hadn’t realized how good it would feel to actually sleep with him.
The second reason she was scared was because she heard a strange noise. The creak of floorboards and a weird scraping noise. It wasn’t coming from the living room. So it wasn’t Simon walking to the door. The noise emanated from her walk-in closet. She reached for her nightstand where she’d stashed her purse in the cabinet beneath the drawer, and she pulled out the canister of Mace she always carried.
With it clutched tightly, reassuringly, in her hand, she slipped into her robe, tied up the sash with her other hand and headed toward her closet door. She jerked it open and prepared to spray her intruder in the face...until she recognized him. Then she demanded to know, “What the hell are you doing?”
