Page 34 of Legal Attraction
She’d lost her mind.
And her breath...
And her ability to think or move...
It was as if his touch paralyzed her. Her body was going so limp that she might have collapsed if he hadn’t lifted her up. This time he didn’t carry her far; he just put her on the edge of his tall desk.
He stripped off her clothes until she sat naked on his desk, atop whatever file he’d been reading when she’d walked into his office. So intent on whatever he was reading, he hadn’t even noticed her standing there.
But now he’d forgotten all about it. He was totally focused on her. He kissed and touched every inch of her skin, every part of her body.
His mouth moved to her mound, his tongue flicking across her clit. She arched off the desk and cried out as the pressure wound tightly inside her. She needed release, needed him. And suddenly the paralysis was over.
She reached for him, tugging at his clothes—tearing them off—until he was as naked as she was. With her on the tall desk, she was the perfect height for him.
She locked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer until he was as close as he could be. His body covered hers, and she was barely able to tell where she ended and he began. They moved together in a rhythm that was theirs alone, like their song.
It swelled to a crescendo, and they both shouted as they came. Her body shuddered and went limp again on the desk.
And his body began to shake, as if he was as overwhelmed as she was. He stared down at her, and she saw the fear again in his dark eyes.
He had been as overwhelmed as she was.
And shewasoverwhelmed. He made her feel so many things, pleasure most of all. No wonder she couldn’t get enough of him. No one else had ever given her such powerful orgasms, such strong releases.
He had a reputation for being an amazing lover. That was why his exes were so upset when he dumped them—because he left them wanting more.
Muriel understood that now. Because even though he’d just given her so much pleasure, she wanted so much more.
And now fear coursed through her. She scrambled down from the desk, knocking off that file as she did. She bent over to pick it up—but he was already there, grabbing up the papers and shoving them back into the manila folder.
So she reached for her clothes, instead. As she dressed, she watched him. He hadn’t dressed. He was naked and gorgeous and she wanted him all over again.
This obsession was dangerous, so dangerous that she was tempted to do what he wanted. She was tempted to go to the bar association and withdraw her complaint—even if she’d had every reason to file it.
And she had.
She couldn’t forget what he’d done to her in that courtroom and in the media. What he must have done...
No matter how much he denied it, he had to have encouraged those witnesses to perjure themselves. Or maybe she was just like him. She didn’t want to believe he might be telling the truth because then she would have to admit she had been wrong—about him, about people she’d once thought were her friends.
About everything...
Like maybe what she was beginning to feel for Ronan wasn’t just sex. Maybe there was something more between them than just attraction. Too scared to stay, she headed for the door the moment she was fully dressed again.
This time he didn’t stop her. He was too focused on that file again, as if he’d forgotten all about her.
That was what she needed to do: forget all about Ronan. They had no future. And because of their past, they never should have been together. She shouldn’t have let him touch her. Now she was worried that his touch was the only one she would want. She should have stuck with the vibrator. She didn’t have to worry about her mechanical lover betraying her like every other lover had.
Ronan had betrayed her even before he’d become her lover. She would never be able to trust him.
