Page 57 of Legal Passion
He pulled back and stared down at her, dumbfounded. “I don’t know what surprises me more—that you go to the Meet Market, or that you’d listen to gossip about us.”
“Gossip?” she said. “That’s all it is?”
Damn, she was too good.
“Simon and Ronan might have done something like that,” he admitted. “But they were just trying to find the office mole.”
“That’s why you came to see me that first night,” she said. “You wanted to find out how I got that information about Mueller’s alibi. Did you think I was the office mole?”
“You don’t have access to our office,” he said.
She smiled. “Miguel and I go way back.”
“Are you the office mole?” he asked.
She arched a brow. “Guess you’ll have to seduce me to find out.”
He laughed again. He’d been so angry with her just a short time ago. What was it about her that beguiled him so much that he forgot the anger—that he forgot everything but how much he wanted her?
* * *
What the hell was wrong with her?
Hillary never should have allowed him into her apartment. Hell, she hadn’t allowed him inside; she’d dragged him through the door with her. And just like that day he’d kissed her in her office, she was the one who’d undressed him.
His shirt hung open over his chest, glimpses of muscles dusted with dark hair teasing her. Maybe that was why she’d lost her mind. Why she was flirting with him.
The sight of his body turned her mind to mush.
It had to be mush for her to want him as much as she did. It was almost as if she needed him.
But that wasn’t possible. Hillary had never needed anyone. She’d gotten along just fine after her mother had died. And leaving her father for boarding school hadn’t bothered her a bit. She’d made friends wherever she’d gone. And if they left her for other schools, she’d made more. But she hadn’t needed them, either.
She’d never needed anyone. So, of course, she didn’t need Stone. But she did want him—badly—at the moment.
“I am not like my partners,” he told her. “I am not a charmer. I just say it like it is. So no, I cannot seduce anyone.”
He had no idea.
“You don’t need charm for seduction,” she told him.
“I don’t?”
She rose on her tiptoes and skimmed her lips along his jaw, down his neck. His pulse leaped beneath her mouth. “All you need is your lips.” She pressed hers to his. But she kept the kiss brief, pulling back. Then she skimmed her fingertips down his chest. “And your touch.”
“Ohhhh...” he said, and he smacked his forehead as if he’d had a sudden realization. “You’re right. I did seduce you.”
“Yes, you did,” she said and was surprised that a giggle slipped out.
“Or did you seduce me?”
“I don’t know.” And she didn’t care anymore. Because he was kissing her, sliding his lips across hers to her ear and her neck.
She shivered in reaction as her skin tingled. Then he touched her, skimming his hands down her sides to her hips, then over her ass. He found the button on her skirt, undid it and her zipper, and the skirt fell down. Then he pushed off her jacket, which she’d already unbuttoned in the elevator. She wore a thin sweater beneath it. He lifted that over her head and tossed it onto the floor, too.
She stood before him in just her bra and underwear. But it was her new bra and underwear. She’d splurged on some sexy lingerie she’d been seeing advertised everywhere.
And she was glad that she had when she saw his reaction. His whole body tensed and his breath escaped in a whoosh like he’d been kicked—hard.
