Page 21 of Legal Passion
CHAPTER SEVEN
SHEWASWINNING.
And Stone wasn’t sure what the hell to do about it. She wasn’t just winning the trial, either. She was winning her vow that they wouldn’t have sex again.
Sure, it had only been a week. But it felt like a lifetime since he’d been closer to her than the distance between the prosecution and the defense tables. A couple of times he’d stepped close to her, so close that he’d gotten a whiff of the shampoo she used on her hair. It was something fruity, something that made his mouth water with desire to put his face in it, to breathe deep as he thrust inside her body.
He groaned and shifted on his desk chair. It was late—or early. He had no idea at the moment. He’d gone back to the office after court had ended its session at the end of Friday. But it could have been Saturday by now. He glanced toward the tall windows, but the light was dim. Maybe it was night illuminated with the city lights of Midtown.
Despite his muscles protesting the sudden movement, Stone forced himself up from his chair and walked to the window. No. It was daylight, just overcast with ominous clouds darkening the sky.
He’d been awake all night. No wonder his body ached. But it wasn’t just his neck and shoulders aching from being slumped over his desk. His body ached lower.
And it ached for Hillary...
Damn her.
She was torturing him. And she knew it. Or she must. Or why did she wear those little suits of hers just a little too snug, so that the button pulled across her full breasts and so that the skirt molded against her ass.
He wanted to grab her ass. Wanted to hold it, as he drove himself inside her. He groaned at the thought of taking her like that.
But hell, he’d take her any way he could get her right now. He wanted her so badly—almost as badly as he wanted to win. But his chances of either were starting to look as dismal as that dark sky.
The bank statements hadn’t been forged or fudged like the documents the mole had concocted against Ronan. Byron Mueller had transferred a hefty sum of money to his son’s friend—the one the two of them had supposedly been hanging out with on Byron’s yacht when the murder occurred.
While Hillary could have argued that the son would lie for the father—especially since the father bankrolled the son’s decadent lifestyle—it would have been harder for her to claim the same about the friend, if those damn bank statements hadn’t turned up.
She’d nearly been gleeful when she’d presented them in court. The kid had tried to stick to his story regarding the alibi. But she’d flustered him.
Just like she’d flustered Stone. He didn’t know who to believe now.
He only knew one thing for certain. That he wanted her. She was so damn exciting in court—and out of it. As fun as it was sparring with her in front of the jury, it was even more exhilarating having sex with her.
She was so damn passionate. So damn responsive...
How could she not want him anymore?
Wasn’t she aching for him like he was for her? Or did she have someone else to fill in for him?
Heels clicked against the wood floor outside Stone’s open door, and his pulse quickened. Was it her? Had she come to see him? To fuck him?
He turned hopefully toward the door, but his shoulders slumped when he saw who had entered his office. Allison McCann was undeniably beautiful with her pale skin and deep red hair. But she wasn’t Hillary.
Whereas Hillary was full of fire and passion, Allison was cold and aloof. Some men might consider her a challenge. But Stone knew the real challenge was a woman like Hillary—one who was as passionate about winning as he was.
It was just too damn bad that she was winning now.
He uttered a weary sigh as his sleepless night weighed on him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t his only sleepless night since he’d had sex with Hillary. He was exhausted.
“Hello, Ms. McCann,” he greeted her, but he could not inspire any real enthusiasm to see her. “Did we have an appointment?” It was Saturday, so he doubted it.
“A few of them, Mr. Michaelsen,” she replied. “But you keep canceling them.”
“I don’t remember rescheduling one for today.” Not that he hadn’t. Hillary had him so distracted he’d only just figured out what day it was and if it was day or night. So it was possible that he had made an appointment.
Her skin flushed slightly. “Youdid not.”
“I did,” Trev said as he strolled into Stone’s office behind her.
