Page 85 of Souls and Sorrows

“Ah, you know me, Hil,” he says, so close now that I feel his words ricochet in my chest. “Commissions sometimes take a bit to come in anyway, as external legal fees and such are settled after court. If your case goes to trial, it could be years before I see anything from this. Besides, I have money. I don’t need yours.”

My hand continues its descent, sliding over my thighs, before slipping between them.

Cash’s gulp is audible.

“What compensation would you prefer then?”

“That’s a good question.”

His breath is warm against my chest, and I tilt my head up, looking down at him through hooded eyes as my fingers begin stroking. I start slow, lightly circling my clit as my entire body coils tight, like a giant spring, caught under his utter rapture.

“I enjoy immediate gratification,” he says, his thumbs grazing my skin with a featherlight gentility. “Perhaps you can promise something that will give me more satisfaction in the present time.”

Swallowing, I push one of my fingers beneath the lace, swiping up my center.

Our breath catches at the same time as the lewd sound of my arousal fills the air. My clit pulses, desperate for friction, and I can’t help wondering if the prolonged pause on the phone is happening because the woman is thinking or listening.

Sparks rain down my back at the thought of it being the latter.

“Fuck me,” he bites out, reaching down to rub his palm over the erection growing beneath his slacks.

“Uh… what?”

Cash’s brows arch at the woman’s voice, and he freezes, evidently just realizing that he vocalized his lust. “Sorry, caught my thumb on a stapler. You were saying?”

I smirk, spreading my legs even wider to give him a better view, then push one finger inside.

He brings his fist to his mouth, driving his teeth into it. For some reason, the wedding band flashing above his nose spurs me on, and I push into the knuckle, the slight pressure drawing my muscles taut.

Good God, I’m close. I’m not sure how it’s possible to be this turned on by someone, that just him watching me do something so frenetic and primal has me coming undone already.

But I’m not ready to finish yet.

Withdrawing, I slip from the edge of the desk and walk into him. His hands immediately fall to my hips, gripping tight, and I reach up, tracing the outline of his mouth with my glistening finger. When I push, he opens, taking it in and wrapping his tongue around it.

He suckshard, and wetness pools between my legs.

“…thinking we could hire you on a more permanent basis? Like, as a long-term consult? That way, you’d be guaranteed a stipend, and you wouldn’t have to wait.”

“Hmm,” Cash hums, considering her offer as I move back and reach behind me.

The zipper unlatches slowly, each tooth unhooking and revealing my skin to the air. Goose bumps percolate along my arms, across my chest, and down my thighs, cropping up as more and more of me becomes visible.

When the dress pools at my feet, surrounding my strappy red Versace heels, I think he stops breathing.

The look on his face—one of pure, unadulterated desire—reaches into my soul and tugs up the desperate, broken pieces.

“I like the idea of permanence,” he says to the woman who’s beginning to feel like an intruder at this point, but I ignore it because it adds to the excitement. “Something bound so irrevocably tight that there’s no way you can ever escape it.”

His fingers circle around my diamond ring, pushing its spiky band into my skin. I hiss and use my free hand to push him back against the chair.

“Uh, yeah… I guess.” Hillary sounds confused, and I press my lips together to keep from laughing. “So, did you have something in mind? You’re giving a lot of specifics, but not actually saying anything there, Primrose.”

Planting my knee outside of his hip, I straddle him in his chair, rolling us into the window. He grunts as we forcibly come to a stop and grips the leather armrests as I tug at his belt.

“There’s always partnership,” he grits through clenched teeth, keeping his head back as he watches me.

“Partnership? You want partner at a firm you don’t even work for?”

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