Page 45 of A Legal Affair
“Professor Thorne…oh my God,” she moaned into his mouth, hips writhing faster as she pressed back against his hand, desperately riding his fingers.
He circled her clit and pressed down with his thumb until he felt her muscles tighten, felt her breath catch. And then she was crying out and coming on his hand, her soaked walls spasming hotly around his fingers. Groaning, he ground himself against her ass and strummed her clit, prolonging her orgasm while fighting to stave off his own.
Daniela was gasping and whining in her throat, her legs trembling so badly she would’ve collapsed if he didn’t have her pressed up against the wall. Keeping his fingers buried deep inside her, he dropped his forehead between her shoulder blades and closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breaths.
Gradually a deafening silence fell between them, penetrating the thick fog of lust swarming his brain. Sanity returned in molasses-slow degrees, along with a healthy dose of self-disgust over the way he’d completely lost control.
Daniela’s sooty lashes flickered on her cheeks as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, releasing warm juices that dripped down her thighs. He bit back a groan, but couldn’t resist wiping the moisture away and licking his palm. She tasted fucking delicious, so damn good he felt like he’d just taken a hit of the most intoxicating drug, a substance so dangerous he was instantly addicted.
With shaking hands, he smoothed down her little black dress and turned her around. She blinked up at him, dazed and flushed, as he forced himself to back away from her, his dick throbbing painfully in his pants.
Like a woman in a trance, she lifted a trembling hand and touched her fingertips to her damp, swollen lips.
Caleb watched her through hooded eyes, every muscle in his body strained to the breaking point. “I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he growled low. “But if you stand there a minute longer, I won’t be responsible for what comes next.”
He watched her eyes flare with surprise and something else. Something that made his cock throb even harder. She opened her mouth to speak, but the look on his face undoubtedly warned her to reconsider.
She pushed away from the wall on visibly shaky legs and left the room, walking out on him for the second time that day.
And not a minute too soon.
Daniela didn’t remember returning to the first gallery, collecting her purchases from April and saying goodnight, then walking the short distance home.
Inside the moonlit darkness of her bedroom, she unzipped her dress and let it slide slowly from her body, imagining the silk was Caleb’s big, warm hands. She stripped off her sodden lace thong and stepped out of her high heels, then slid naked beneath the covers and stared at the ceiling.
The memory of Caleb’s mouth on hers, bruisingly hot and demanding, made her belly quiver and her clit pulse. She knew the man would be an incredible kisser, but never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined how far reality would surpass fantasy.
She felt a thrill of wicked pleasure, remembering the way he’d lost control and dragged her out of the main gallery. If any other man had pulled a stunt like that, she would have been livid, and she certainly wouldn’t have gone without a fight. But resisting Caleb had never crossed her mind. Instead she’dfelt a heady mixture of alarm and excitement, visceral fear and arousal.
She’d pushed him to the edge, and he’d snapped.
And, oh, how he’d snapped, she mused with a naughty smile.
She thought of the blazing intensity in his coal dark eyes as he’d backed her into the room, one dangerous step at a time. She thought of the dominant way he’d pinned her against that wall, the way he’d ruthlessly invaded her body, the way he’d reduced her to a puddle of heat and need, making her melt all over his skilled fingers.
A delicious shiver ran through her veins and warmth quaked in her core.
She wanted him. Wanted him so bad.
And one way or another, she was going to have him.
But when she woke at the crack of dawn burning up with fever, she knew it had nothing to do with last night’s steamy exploits.
She had the flu, which would explain the headache and fatigue that had plagued her yesterday. She’d obviously caught the virus from her mother.
Great. Just great. Of all the years to skip my flu shot.
She stumbled out of bed, struggled into a thick chenille robe from her walk-in closet and staggered down the hall to the bathroom. Assiduously avoiding her haggard reflection, she opened the medicine cabinet and rummaged around for the flu medication she’d dispensed to her mother less than a week ago. To her dismay, the bottle was almost empty. She unscrewed the cap anyway and chugged down the remaining cherry-flavored syrup, then tossed away the container with a disgusted, “Blech.”
She couldn’t afford to be sick. She had way too much to do, such as work on her case brief, outline her class notes, wash two loads of laundry. Oh, and devise the perfect scheme to seduce Caleb Thorne. She couldn’t seduce anyone looking like she belonged in a cold medicine commercial.
Since it was Saturday, her doctor’s office was closed, which meant she wouldn’t be able to get a prescription for Tamiflu until Monday. In the meantime, she’d have to run to the store and buy more flu medicine. But as she leaned over the bathtub to turn on the shower faucet, her head spun dizzily. With a groan, she sank weakly onto the edge of the clawfoot tub and dropped her aching head in her hands. She was in no condition to walk or drive anywhere.
When the dizziness had passed, she got up and shuffled back to her bedroom, where she crawled under the covers and fell asleep once again.
Three hours later she awakened feeling worse than before. Having no other choice, she reached for her phone on the nightstand.
“Janie?” she croaked when her sister-in-law answered on the second ring. “Sorry to bother you, but I need a huge favor.”
