Page 39 of Legal Seduction
“You didn’t really think I was falling for you,” she said. “Or you would have cut me loose last week.”
He grinned. “Why would I have done that again?”
“You can’t stand clingy women,” she said. “So I was trying to act clingy.”
“Hmm, I guess I didn’t see the clinginess.”
“We’ve been spending so much time together,” she reminded him. “More time than you’ve spent with any other woman.”
“That’s because we work together,” he said.
“We haven’t been working the whole time,” she reminded him. And she gestured around his office at the couch and the chair and the desk and the conference table.
They’d had sex on every surface in his office. And on every surface in hers.
“You’ve been working me,” he said. “Why didn’t you want to work out the two weeks? Did you tell your new employer you’d start sooner?”
She shook her head. She was already working for them. She’d been working for them for years as a freelance design assistant. Between Street Legal and fashion, all she’d done was work. Maybe that was why sex with Simon was so amazing.
Because she’d denied herself too long.
“Maybe I felt like you with all those women you refused to see again after you broke up with them,” she told him. “Once I gave my notice, I didn’t want to have to keep coming back here for two more weeks.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“I didn’t want to keep seeing you.” And she knew that was probably as much her reason as wanting to start working only on her new line. Despite everything, she knew that she would miss working with Simon. He had the same passion for his job that she had for fashion.
But it wasn’t just her designs that she had a passion for anymore. It was Simon, too.
He pressed a hand over his heart and said, “Ouch. Guess that’s karma for me.”
“You’ve broken a lot of hearts,” she reminded him. And she’d mopped up some of those tears for him. She hoped she wouldn’t wind up mopping up her own before the week was out. “That’s why I know better than to fall for you, because I know you too well.”
He arched a brow. “That sounds like a challenge.”
She shook her head. “No, not at all.”
But he was already reaching for her. “I’ll make you clingy,” he warned her as he lowered his head to hers. Despite the grin curving his lips, he kissed her deeply. And as he kissed her, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth, he touched her.
He ran his hands over her breasts, but he didn’t undress her. He didn’t need to. She could feel the heat of his touch through her clothes, and her nipples tightened. She moaned. Then he moved his hands lower, over her hips and ass.
She arched her hips against him, feeling his erection through her clothes and his. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted him inside her.
Then he lifted her, and just as he’d promised, she was clinging to him. He shoved up her skirt and pulled her panties aside, and somehow his zipper was down and he’d rolled on a condom. Then he was inside her, thrusting deep. And she clung to him, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. She clung as he drove her up and out of her mind with pleasure.
He felt so good. His cock so long and hard. As he continued to thrust, the tension wound tightly inside her. She ached for release, and finally, an orgasm slammed through her, making her body shudder with the explosive power of the release. He caught her cry of pleasure in his mouth as he continued to kiss her. And he didn’t stop thrusting his hips, didn’t stop driving as deeply as only he could, until she came again and again.
Her muscles quivered and she could barely hold on, her body was so limp with pleasure. Then finally, a deep groan ripped from his throat and he came, too. His legs shook slightly beneath their combined weights, and he leaned his forehead, damp with perspiration, against hers.
Staring deeply into her eyes, he said, “For some reason I don’t mind when you’re clingy, Bette Monroe.”
She minded. And she was scared to death that she really might fall for him.
