Page 56 of Legal Seduction
Chapter Fifteen
SIMONWASNOHYPOCRITE. He couldn’t go out there—to the party in the lobby—and celebrate her leaving. Not when he selfishly wanted her to stay. It would be selfish to expect her to stay here, in a position for which she was overqualified, just so that he would get to see her every day just as he had the past two years.
He’d wasted those two years. Of course he hadn’t wanted to risk a harassment charge. But Bette was obviously attracted to him, as well.
Wasn’t she?
Or had she been conning him like Ronan believed? No. He could not accept that—and not just because of his ego but because of Bette. She was not a con.
The door to his office opened and he glanced up from his desk. His heart flipped in his chest at the sight of her. She was so damn beautiful, never more so than now with her hair flowing down her back and around her shoulders. Bits of colored paper peppered the sleek, sable-colored strands. She closed and locked the door behind her.
And another part of his body leaped to attention, his dick hardening. “Bette...”
He was so damn happy to see her. He stood up and rushed around his desk to her. But as he leaned his head down for her kiss, her hand connected instead of her lips. And his head snapped back with the force of her slap. His skin stung from the blow. “What the hell?”
“What the hell?” she echoed. “How could you think I would betray Street Legal? That I would betray you?”
“What?” he asked. But he knew and he took a step back to sit on the edge of his desk as his legs began to shake slightly beneath him.
“I know why you seduced me,” she told him. “That it was just part of your sick plan to get evidence that I’m the office mole.”
His phone began to buzz on his desk. He didn’t need to read the text to know what had happened but he glanced down at the warning from Stone. “Ronan talked to you.”
“Talked?” She made a noise and blinked as if tears were about to sting her eyes. “He accused me of being a con artist, of tricking you and selling out the practice.”
“He shouldn’t have done that,” Simon said.
“Why not? It’s what you thought,” she said. “I wish you would have just told me that instead of playing games with me, instead of having sex with me.” Her face flushed and her eyes gleamed with anger. “That must have been quite a sacrifice for you, sleeping with me in order to get the information you were looking for.”
“Sacrifice?” He snorted now. “It was never a sacrifice.”
“I know you,” she said. “I know you would do anything for this practice. I guess even me.”
“Bette...” He’d thought he’d convinced her that she was beautiful and desirable, that he wanted her for her. But that wasn’t why he’d started showing an interest in her. And now she knew that. “You know I want you. Even now.” He stood up and reached for her, pulling her soft body tightly against his hard, tense one.
Her lips parted on a soft gasp. “Simon...”
“You make me crazy,” he told her. And he proceeded to show her just how crazy she made him as he leaned down and covered her mouth with his. He kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue in and out of her open lips. He pushed her back onto the desk, atop his papers and pushed up her skirt.
She didn’t fight him. Instead, she locked her legs around his waist and ground her hips against him. She wanted him, too.
He kept kissing her, his mouth making love to hers. But he pulled out a condom as he did it, fumbled with the packet and rolled it over the cock he barely managed to release before it shoved right through his zipper. Then he was inside her—and she was already wet and ready for him, already half coming as her muscles clutched him.
She convulsed around him, squeezing him until he came, too.
“See how crazy you make me?” he asked.
“According to your friend, I’ve conned you,” she said. “Do you believe that?”
“No!” Maybe he’d said it too quickly or maybe he’d hesitated too long. Either way he hadn’t answered it correctly because she jerked out of his arms. He reached for her again, but she stepped farther away and jerked down her skirt.
“You don’t trust me,” she said.
“I don’t trust anyone,” he told her. “And you know why.”
“You trust your friends,” she said.
“I grew up with them. I wouldn’t have survived if they hadn’t been worthy of my trust.”
