Page 51 of By Invitation Only
I took a deep breath. “I would. I would do it in a heartbeat, but I’m on track to make partner, and I need those cases. Do you want to withdraw?”
She thought for a moment. “I need those cases too.”
“Let’s just see where this goes for a few months until I make partner. Then I’ll withdraw.”
“Okay,” she agreed. “But what do we do if one of us is retained by a client and the other person is opposing counsel already?”
“We don’t take the case. It’s a conflict of interest.”
“And you’d do that even if it meant not making partner?”
That was a valid question. What if Peyton and I didn’t work out? Would I risk making partner to be with her? “Can we just cross that bridge when we get to it then? I have three months to make partner.”
“Yeah. That’s awesome you might make partner.”
I gave my cocky smile. “I will make partner.”
She laughed. “Same old Booker.”
“Admit it. You’ll miss going against me in court.”
Peyton snorted. “I’ll miss kicking your ass.”
“Now you can do other things to it.”
We stared at each other for a few beats and then both of us were laughing. Finally, I asked, “Is there anything else you want to discuss?”
“There’s one more thing I can think of.” I watched as she slid off the bed and knelt at my feet. Her dress rose up her thighs, and I took a deep breath. All laughter had died, and I was instantly hard at the sight of her on her knees. “I’ve never had a man protect me like you did downstairs.”
I looked down into her brown eyes as she looked up at me, her hand on the button of my trousers. “I want to kill that wanker,” I confessed.
“I can’t let you do that.” She smirked. “Then I wouldn’t get to thank you.”
“Thank me how?”
Without a word, Peyton unbuttoned my black tuxedo trousers and then slowly unzipped them. I leaned back on my hands and watched her wicked grin go wider as she reached in and grabbed my dick. The moment her warm hand engulfed my length, I groaned. I’d been missing this woman for a month, and finally, her hand was working my cock.
“I like your thinking,” I said.
“Oh yeah?” she asked before her head descended onto my shaft. Her warm mouth wrapped around my dick, and the heat caused shivers to race up my spine. I’d had plenty of blowjobs in my day, but Peyton doing the sucking only made it that much more enjoyable. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she continued to lick, suck and twist her hand around my dick in sync with her mouth.
“Gorgeous,” I warned. “I’m going to come, and I’d rather do it with your pussy wrapped around my dick.”
She lifted her head, and her eyes met mine. A popping sound filled the space when her mouth came off my cock. “We have all night, right?”
“We have more than tonight,” I clarified.
“Then let me do this. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”
I smirked. “You have?”
“Yeah, but only because I know you’ll return the favor.” She grinned.
“I’m going to do more than eat your pussy, baby.”
“Good.” Peyton returned her mouth to my cock.
Twisting her lips over the head, she sucked, then ran her tongue down the underside of my sensitive, yet overly throbbing shaft. My hands curled into the bedspread, and I bit my lip to try to stifle my groan. She returned to stroking and sucking me.
