Page 54 of Passionate Defense

Her laughs mixed with moans as he rode her faster. His balls slapping against her clit and the sustained power of his driving cock propelled her into another orgasm. As she came, her hands clenched into fists, the force snapping the pen she still held clean in two and crumpling several sheets of yellow-lined paper into a ball. Inside, her muscles gripped him, clamping down as a wave of incredible pleasure rushed through her. It sent him over the top, prompting a roaring release as he splashed hotly inside her.

Somehow, she ended up on the couch, spooned against him as she came out of her sexual stupor. Her head was propped on Ethan’s biceps as he cuddled her close.

“I can’t believe you made me come in a booth at Mariano’s.”

“I can’t believe you were going to suck me off under the table.”

“Hmph, too bad you wimped out on me.”

“Sounds like a challenge. Next time, we’ll get a table near the entrance and you can put your money where your mouth is.”

Did those tables even have linens? She raised her head and twisted to look at him over her shoulder. Surely, he couldn’t be serious. The glint in his eye and his playful grin assured her he wasn’t.

“I was thinking along the lines of a private room.”

Ethan lowered his head, but before his mouth claimed hers, he murmured, “Now who’s the wimp?”

Chapter 13

COURT WAS IN RECESS. Lanie didn’t have time to battle midday traffic and go back to the office, so she walked to Owens Deli on Tremont. They were at the tail end of the lunch rush, every table either occupied or dirty. Since she didn’t have a lot of time, she took a table outside despite the warmer-than-usual, breezy late-October day. While she waited for her food, she took out her notes for the afternoon’s cross examination to review them one last time. But she couldn’t concentrate, unable to shake a sense of unease.

Looking up, she scanned her surroundings. She didn’t get far, her attention caught by a car speeding down the street at well over the posted speed. The sound of squealing brakes and breaking glass didn’t surprise her, but the angry shouts a moment later had all heads in the vicinity turned toward the fender bender and the two men out of their cars arguing with one another—except Lanie’s. Her gaze was locked on a man on the corner across the street.

“Not again,” her server said as she walked up to her table, red paper-lined basket in hand. “There’s a fender bender at that intersection at least three times a week. The city needs to put in a light instead of a stop sign.”

Considering the traffic that had passed by in the short time she’d sat there, Lanie wouldn’t disagree, but she didn’t tell her that. She was too busy searching for the balding man who seemed to have vanished in the time it took her to look away and glance back.

“Can I get you anything else, hon?” When she didn’t get a response, she asked, “Is everything all right?”

Lanie sat back and glanced up at the older, frazzled-looking woman—Rita, according to her name tag.

“What was that?”

“Are you okay?” she inquired, her gaze going to the corner where Lanie had been staring.

“I’m fine,” she replied. “Just distracted with work.” The more accurate response would have beenjust losing my grip on reality.

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