Page 14 of Legal Attraction
With just his mouth, he’d given her an overpowering orgasm. With that cock...
That enormous, throbbing cock...
She couldn’t imagine the pleasure he could give her. Then she didn’t have to imagine, as her muscles began to clench. He reached between them and flicked his thumb over her clit—once, twice...
And she screamed as pleasure gripped her. She came and came...
And came...
Then he was coming, too, his hands gripping her hips tighter and he drove her harder against him. Then he tensed and yelled. And his body shuddered with release.
Shock gripped Muriel now. Instead of being frozen or limp, she was filled with panic. What had she just done?
That scream she’d uttered...
She’d never cried out like that before. But then, she’d never felt anything like that before.
And that scared the hell out of her. So she moved quickly. She jumped up from his lap and rushed around to grab up her clothes. Her hands trembled too much to mess with Bette’s bows now, so she just pulled on her jeans and her sweater and shoved the lingerie into her bag.
Ronan dressed, too, but not as quickly as she did. And he glanced around the elevator as he did up the buttons of his shirt. His hands were completely steady.
And she hated him for that along with all the other reasons she’d already hated him. She hated that what they’d just done seemed to have had so little effect on him. But then, he had sex all the time.
She was the one who’d been reduced to using battery-operated partners for her pleasure—because of him. So maybe it was only fitting that he’d given her such pleasure.
He owed her.
But he’d also given her panic. Someone must have heard them, was probably investigating even now. She was going to wait a moment before she restarted the elevator, though. She didn’t want someone to see them stepping off it and realize what they’d just done...
The whole damn car smelled like sex—like orgasm and perspiration.
Sweat trickled down between her breasts.
“Is there a security camera in here?” he asked. “Is that what has you so freaked?”
She gasped at the horrible thought. She was afraid they would be caught. She hadn’t considered that they might already have been caught on camera.
Why hadn’t she considered that there might be security cameras in the elevator? With her luck, there probably was, and then someone would sell the footage and her sex tape would be splashed all over the internet.
Her sex tape with Ronan Hall...
She should have been horrified. Instead, she felt a little flicker of excitement at the thought of being able to watch it herself, to see what he’d done to her. What she wanted him to do again. But if she turned to him now, he would think that everyone had been telling the truth about her—that she was a sex addict.
Her hand shaking, she slapped the button to restart the elevator. She had to find a security guard. She had to make sure that if there was a tape, she got the only copy of it.
“You can’t even look at me?” Ronan asked.
And if she didn’t know him better, she would have thought she heard hurt in his voice. But from all those weeks spent in court with him and all those interviews she’d watched that he’d given, she did know him better. She knew he didn’t care about other people’s feelings because he didn’t have any of his own. There was no way she could have hurt him.
No way that she would...unless he lost his law license because of her complaint. She felt a twinge of regret over reporting him to the bar, but then she reminded herself of all those weeks in court, of all the lies that had been told about her, of all the reporters who’d hounded her for interviews.
She shook her head. No. She couldn’t look at him now. And it should have been because she was disgusted over what she’d just done and with whom she’d done it. No, she couldn’t look at him now with as much as she wanted him again.
Still...
Those orgasms he’d given her had only made her hungry for more. Her plan had backfired. She wasn’t going to bring him to his knees, at least not in the way she wanted. But she was very afraid that he would bring her to her knees and she would stay on them, begging him for whatever pleasure he would give her. It was better that she never see Ronan again—except on video if that security tape existed.
She almost hoped that it did.
