Page 18 of Legal Seduction
Chapter Five
EVENTHOUGHHE’DSHOWERED, Simon could smell her on his skin. Or maybe her scent was in his office. Or, worse yet, in his head, just like the image of her standing before him in nothing but that scandalous lingerie—the lacy bra and panties with those strategically placed little bows. Bows that his fingers twitched to untie yet again.
“Simon!” a deep voice yelled as fingers snapped in his face. “What the hell’s going on?”
He blinked but the image of Bette lingered yet in his mind. He forced himself to focus on the men sitting around the conference table in his office. The partners met every Tuesday morning, their slow day, to discuss Street Legal. He should have told them to meet him somewhere else, though, because he couldn’t focus in here.
It smelled like Bette, and it smelled like the vestiges of their dinner the night before, even though the metal cart with the dishes and wine bottle had been returned to Bruno’s restaurant. Another cart sat next to the table, this one with a carafe of coffee and an assortment of fruit, Danish and croissants.
“Yeah,” Stone said, his brow furrowed with concern. Then he echoed Ronan’s question, “What the hell’s going on with you? You’re completely out of it.”
Simon shrugged. “Nothing’s going on.” Except that he’d lost control last night. And that was something that never happened to him. He was supposed to have seduced Bette Monroe but she’d seduced him instead.
“Who is this woman that had you tearing out of the bar last Friday?” Trevor asked. “The one who sexted you?”
“Ah, that’s why he left in such a damn hurry,” Ronan said. Then he snorted derisively at himself. “I should’ve known it was because of a woman. Is that why you’re so distracted right now?”
Simon snorted this time. “Like a woman has ever distracted me before...”
The others laughed, like he’d wanted them to, but he was unable to join in. He’d just misled his friends, and he’d never done that before. A woman had distracted him last night. He’d completely forgotten why he’d wanted to seduce her—for information, for evidence—not for pleasure. At least not just for pleasure.
But hell, what he’d felt last night with Bette had gone beyond pleasure. He’d never felt anything like that.
He’d wanted her so badly that he’d acted like a teenager—with no finesse. He’d just had to have her.
Especially after he’d tasted her. She was sweeter than any pastry on that cart. And hotter than the coffee steaming in the mugs on the table. So damn hot...
She’d nearly burned him as he’d plunged his cock into her. The sensation had been incredible. She was so tight, so wet. She’d fitted him perfectly. Then when she’d come, her inner muscles had rippled and squeezed him. And he’d completely lost it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come that long or that hard.
“So if it’s not a woman,” Trevor said, “what’s bothering you?”
He shrugged, but the tension remained in his shoulders and neck and lower in his body, where his groin swelled with the need to experience that beyond-pleasure release again. “Just had a busy day yesterday. Back-to-back meetings with clients or potential clients all day.” And at night...
He had Bette. Or did she have him?
“Yeah,” Stone said. “You worked really late last night.”
Simon glanced up, and across the table he met his friend’s intense gaze. The knowledge was in Stone’s dark gray eyes. He knew...
“You were here?” Simon asked uneasily. He’d thought everyone was gone and that he and Bette had been alone in the office last night. Obviously, he’d thought wrong.
“I have to make sure my defense is ready before the trial begins,” Stone said. His gaze increased in intensity. “And I have to make sure none of my defense plan leaks to the prosecution.”
“Hillary Bellows,” Trevor murmured with a lustful sigh. “I wouldn’t mind going toe-to-toe with her.”
Stone glared at him. “Yeah, you’re an idiot, then. She’s a pain in the ass.”
“Because she’s good,” Trev goaded him.
“I’m better,” Stone said. And it wasn’t just his ego talking. All his past victories against her proved it true. “I will win this case as long as there are no surprises like there were in Trev’s trial.” He was staring at Simon again.
He nodded. “There will not be any surprises. Nobody’s going to get into our files again.” He would keep Bette too busy with work and sex to sell any more secrets.
“So you got it handled?” Trev asked. “You found out who got their hands on that report from my case files?”
He wasn’t ready yet to share his suspicions about Bette. First, he had no proof. Second, if his partners knew he suspected her, they would want him to toss her out of the office immediately. And he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.
At least not until he had proof...
