Page 2 of Claimed by My Lawyers

The tingling roars into a full-blown craving.Please, please, please, whisk me away.I haven’t seen the other guy yet. I don’t care.

The man in back steps to where he can see me. “Oh.”

I’m swept away by his piercing green eyes and youthful vigor contrasted against Mister Possessive’s dominant confidence. The world stops. Do I look that much like their girlfriend? Or does he see through me?

I think I’m swooning. He’s every bit as pulled together but probably a decade younger, only a few years older than me. Where were guys like this in my high school?

His gaze narrows as it shifts from me to the first man.

I open my mouth, but Possessive puts a finger to my lips. “It’s okay, baby girl. You should have told me you were in trouble.”

The thick pad of his finger drags over my lower lip. A flicker of confusion flashes over the younger man’s face but he quickly steels his expression. I wish I could do the same.

Letting Possessive believe I’m his baby girl is the most tempting thing I’ve ever faced. But fraud on top of negligence would only make things worse. Besides, as soon as I open my mouth, they won’t recognize my voice.

I take the high road like always. “I’m…”

Why can’t I force the words out?

“Shh. We’ll take care of you. Why don’t you give us the room, Frank.” Not a question. His command is intoxicating.

Frank stands.

“You can’t just barge in here, Hendrix. I’m meeting with a client.”

My heart slams against my rib cage. Hendrix Morgan? The esteemed, reclusive lawyer? He only takes high-end clients and almost always settles out of court. No wonder the younger man lets him lead.

I mentally check myself. That’s a big assumption based on a first name.

Hendrix nods at Frank. “Yourclient isourgirlfriend.”

No matter how much I’d like this to be true—and I’d willingly let this pair of men do whatever they want to me—I pull myself from my lust-addled brain. Whatever the connection I thought I felt when our eyes first met was clearly mistaken identity. And yet, I still can’t force words out of my mouth.

“Merry Christmas, Frank, I’m taking over her representation. One less case for you to worry about.” Hendrix’s gaze instantly softens as he shifts it from Frank to me. “I’ll need you to give your consent. Will you do that for me, baby?”

His eyes bore into me—willing me to obey.

Yesis about to tumble from my lips. But once he finds out I’m not who he thinks he is, he’ll drop my case, won’t he? Then I won’t have a regular lawyer or a public defender. Embarrassing this guy doesn’t seem like a wise move either. I motion with my finger for him to lean down.

That was a bad decision. He doesn’t lean. He kneels, resting one hand on my thigh, which sends repeated jolts of electricity to my sex. I might come from that alone. But it’s when his other finger lifts a lock of my hair and the back of his hand gently brushes the top of my breast that I moan.

Good heavens, what is wrong with me?

One glance at Frank slams me back into my dire situation.

I lean toward Hendrix’s ear, barely stopping myself before making contact. I whisper, “You have me mistaken. I’m not your girlfriend. I’m Yvette Solis.”

He leans away. “Baby, Yvette… It’s okay to let Frank know about our relationship.” Hendrix nods over his shoulder to include the other man with whom I’m apparently in a relationship.

Is he insane?

Am I being pranked?

When he turns back to me, he leans so close that his breath coats my lips. His eyes pierce mine. Is he going to—?

I’m paralyzed as his lips brush over mine. He takes more, breaking me free. I kiss him back. I’m whoever he wants me to be. I’m his.

And he’s gone. His lips are anyway. A smile lightens his face as he continues. “Frank is bound by attorney-client privilege. He can’t tell anyone about us. All you have to do is let Frank know that you want your boyfriends to be your legal representatives.”

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