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With a herculean effort, I marshaled my focus and started sorting through paperwork that needed my approval. I signed off and initialed page after page, checking the information carefully. I was absorbed in a detailed account of my client’s arrest when my door burst open. Not her usual tentative knock, but a full-fledged storming-in to my office. I stood up, as if preparing myself to face her on my feet, like I was about to die with my boots on. I was actually nervous when she walked in the room.

“I got her!” Roxanne said, her face practically glowing with triumph. “Pansy is going on the record that she lied on the stand. The detective threatened to frame her with some weed he’d confiscated in a bust. She had a record for misdemeanor possession, and she’d finished rehab the year before. Pansy had just gotten her son back from child services. She knew she’d lose him again if she was arrested. This detective is a piece of work. I’d like to pistol whip him. Exploiting desperate single mothers, demanding sexual favors and perjury with blackmail—what a piece of garbage.”

“That’s awful. It’s fantastic that you’ve got her to go on the record. I hope the assurances that she’ll be indemnified for providing testimony were helpful.”

“That tipped the scale in our favor, but really it was telling her about my dad. She has a little boy who’s a year younger than Daniel’s twins, and I told her all about how much I missed my dad and how it made it so hard on my family. So—I did it! She’s going to help us!” Roxanne’s pretty face was wreathed in smiles, her eyes sparkling.

I held up my hand to give her a high five on her achievement. She raised her hand and slapped mine, but her hand stayed there, palm to palm. Electricity rolled through me, and my fingers closed over her hand and held it. Her eyes had met mine and the impact of just the touch of our hands was clear in her face. The surprise, the brightness of her eyes and the flush on her cheeks.

Roxanne stepped in closer to me, her hand on my chest. I could feel the warmth of her skin through my cotton shirt. I caught my breath as she rose up on tiptoe. My mouth was on hers, devouring her. Her lips parted and I slid my tongue inside, exploring the curves of her sweet mouth, tasting her, desperate for her. She kissed me back, her fingers gripping my shirt.

I let go of her hand to slide my fingers into her hair, thick and silky, tangling around my hand, ensnaring me. She broke the kiss, her lips rosy and swollen, her eyes flashing.

“Oh my God,” she said, “Hamilton—” and then her fingers went to the buttons on my shirt, unfastening them and sliding her hands along my bare chest. I groaned at her touch and hauled her against me, capturing her mouth again. Her moans were frantic and ecstatic as I drove my tongue into her mouth and bunched up the fabric of her dress in my eager hand.

I pressed my thigh between her legs, and she arched against it, rubbing against my thigh with the heat of her sex. I could feel her, almost aflame with arousal. I had to get the dress off of her immediately. I reached around and unzipped it. She stepped back long enough to let me slide it off her shoulders and drop it to the floor. She stepped out of the fabric around her ankles and stood before me in a lacy bra and her high heeled sandals. I caught my breath at the sight. Her plump breasts overflowing the cups of her bra, the curve of her stomach and the narrow strip of dark curls between her legs like the pathway to paradise.

“You’re not wearing panties,” I said gruffly.

“Are they required by the office dress code?” she asked flirtatiously, “because they’re pointless. Five minutes in a room with you and I’ve soaked them through. You do that to me. Just looking at me. My nipples start to ache, and I want you to touch me. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve touched myself alone in my bed, just thinking of you kissing me like that? I’m burning up, all the time, and I’m not even embarrassed to admit it. You get me so wet without even trying.”

I could hardly believe the things she was saying to me, how much she wanted me, how she soaked her panties over me. A primal surge of triumph, of possessiveness ripped through my chest. My cock swelled even more, proud and rock hard. And she thought I was oblivious?

“All I see is you. All I think about is you. Saturday night I had to go home and jerk off in the shower because I couldn’t even carry on a conversation. I was too distracted by you, by touching your face and smelling your hair and how much I wanted to do—more than that.”

Her hands were still on my chest, and I held her around the waist. “Do you feel that?” I said, rolling my hips, letting her feel my iron hard erection against her belly. I saw her eyes drift shut, a smile playing at her lips, and I could scent her arousal, a fresh rush of sweet musk in the air surrounding us.

“Do you know how hard I am for you all the time? How many nights I’ve promised myself I wouldn’t think of you and then woke up with my hand around my cock, thrusting, wishing it was you.”

She tipped her face up to mine. “Show me,” she said, “don’t say another word. Just show me.”

She was right, of course. We’d said all we needed to say and then some. It wasn’t the time for talking. It was time for action.

CHAPTER 14

ROXANNE

I couldn’t believe it. Even in my wildest fantasies—and I had some wild ones—I’d never dreamed Hamilton Bell would actually want me like that, that he’d unzip my dress, that he’d take me completely. I felt like I’d won the biggest jackpot on earth. I was ready to laugh with joy, but then his mouth was working my taut nipple through the rough lace of my bra, and it felt so good, like torture and pleasure at the same time. My fingers ran through his short hair, holding his face right where it was, where I wanted it.

He had responded to my touch, to the step closer I’d barely found the courage to take. Then his kiss had been like a drug, like a truth serum and suddenly I’d told him the real reason I had given up wearing panties to the office—because he melted all my inhibitions and I’d be drenched in minutes. As it was, I felt slickness on my thighs, and knew it was rubbing on his trousers as I rocked against his thick thigh between my legs.

God, he felt amazing. All man, big and strong and holding on to me like he’d never let go, like all he ever wanted was to pleasure me like this. His relentless mouth showed me no mercy, licking and sucking at my tender nipple, making me throb and thrash in his arms. I clung to his neck and his hair, possessed by the jolts of excitement and icy desire spiking through my body. He seemed to be drawing my nipple deeper into his hot mouth, and it sent jabs of sensation through my clit as if they were connected. I wanted more, but I couldn’t let him stop this, not when it felt better than anything that anyone had ever done to me.

This was electric, a sensual man holding nothing back, giving in to his base urges. I was beyond thrilled to be the woman who inspired the buttoned-up attorney to let go of all his rules and take what was his. Because I was. I belonged to him as surely as if I had his name branded on my body. Which I might because every place his fingertips pressed seemed to sear my skin. If I had looked down to see his fingerprints on my flesh, I wouldn’t have been surprised from the heat of his touch.

I arched my body even further into him, until I was bent back over his arm. His hand slid down the curve of my ass and his fingers probed between my legs, finding the slick folds of my sex. Hamilton stroked and petted me, making me whimper and nearly weep from the tenderness and the torture that held me right at the edge. If he would just suck a little harder on my nipple, give me the graze of his teeth or if he would press that finger inside me instead of trailing it tantalizingly just along the edge, that would be enough to make me come. What no other man had been able to accomplish took practically nothing for Hamilton—he knew how to touch me, how to kiss me to open my body up, to make me so ready for him and eager, desperate for that pleasure.

The intimacy of his touch reaching between my thighs, the slick mouth on my breast, all of it held me right at the cusp of an orgasm, longing for it yet afraid to let myself fall. It was terrifying, the intensity of what he was doing to me. I could beg for it easily—it would cost me no pride to beg him. I knew he wanted to give it to me, and what I felt was beyond want or need. I was shaking so hard that it was good he supported me.

“It’s time for you to come for me, beautiful,” he said against my breast. He kissed my neck then, a spot just beneath my ear, sucking hard. I jerked at the rush of pleasure, and he chose that instant to spear his long finger inside of me. The invasion of his finger made my pussy clench helplessly, my body rocking and thrashing in his grip as I moaned and cried out his name.

“Yes, Hamilton, yes!” I said as my orgasm went on and on, sharp and almost an agony of pleasure rippling through me, making my legs twitch and my body buck uncontrollably.

“That’s right, Roxanne, that’s right,” he said, his mouth covering mine and filling me with his tongue, with the taste of him. I clung to him, sucking his tongue and pressing against his finger, against the palm of his hand that cupped my sex now. He started to move his hand, pushing the heel of his palm against my clit and rocking it, giving me the most sensual pressure, the perfect amount of friction. I was still trembling from my orgasm, and he was pushing me up another peak.

My eyes met his, and I knew I looked shaken, a little nervous. His gaze was hot and steady. Trust me, it said. I chewed my lip and nodded, giving myself over to him, trusting him completely. He brushed his lips to mine, soft and tender. My lips clung to his and we kissed as his wicked hand worked me until I exploded again. I bit down on his lip when I came, and he held me in his arms, still kissing me, wringing every bit of pleasure out of me that my trembling body could endure.

Hamilton held me close and stroked my hair, kissed the top of my head and whispered that I was so beautiful that he could do this all day. Then he lifted me onto his desk and tilted his forehead against mine, looking at me with such tenderness, such a romantic expression that I felt shy. I hugged him tightly and kissed his jaw, savoring the scrape of his stubble on my bruised lips. He shrugged his shirt off and I took advantage of his naked torso. I trailed my hands over his broad shoulders and muscular back. Stroking his chest, I looked up at him and smiled. I wanted him to know I liked what I saw. I leaned in and kissed his neck, his shoulder and chest. For a buttoned-up lawyer, his body was insane and I wanted to take advantage of all that hard work he’d done to be in this kind of shape.

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