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“That’s not all we need to do,” Stone said pointedly. He’d told Hillary about the mole when she’d come up with those bank records because he’d been hoping they were forged like the documents used against Ronan. But for some reason he hesitated about saying anything in front of the publicist.
His partners must have felt the same, for they didn’t expand. But Simon nodded in agreement. He knew they needed to find the mole.
“What?” Allison asked uneasily.
Maybe she thought they were going to fire her, especially since Stone kept canceling meetings with her.
Simon stepped forward and smiled at her. “Street Legal needs to win this case.”
He knew about the million-dollar bonus, and as the managing partner, money mattered most to him.
“Why don’t you and I discuss those press releases?” Simon asked Allison.
Stone stood up but not because Allison also had. He stood up to protest Simon letting her bash Hillary. But before he could say anything, Simon shook his head. That was another argument Stone knew he wouldn’t win.
Simon wanted to defend and protect the firm, which had been his idea all those years when they’d lived on the streets. They had all worked hard to build it but no one harder than Simon. He was obviously determined to not let anyone hurt it. The mole. Or Hillary Bellows.
Stone sighed as they walked away.
Trev stared after Allison McCann. Once Simon led her out of sight, he let out a low whistle and asked, “Why have none of us ever been with her?”
“Would you want to read the press release she’d put out when one of us ended it?” Stone asked. He was afraid of what she was going to put out there now—about Hillary.
Hillary was already furious with him over the bra thing. And the panties. He hadn’t put the panties in his briefcase. But he also hadn’t returned either of the items. Of course, that was her fault. She’d told security to not allow him up unless she called down and said they had an appointment.
And he knew the only reason she’d take an appointment with him was if he asked for a plea deal for his client. But that wasn’t going to happen. At least not for his client.
Stone was getting just about desperate enough to ask for a plea deal for himself—for at least one more time with Hillary. But somehow he didn’t think one more time would be enough.
* * *
It had been over a week since she’d had sex with Stone in her office. But she swore she could still smell him in it—on her. She breathed deep and closed her eyes, remembering how he’d made her feel so damn needy.
Just like she felt now. She needed him, needed him to touch her, to taste her...like he had when he’d lifted her onto her desk and dropped to his knees in front of her. He’d licked and lapped at her mound before flicking his tongue over her clit. She shifted against the chair as tension built inside her. She wanted him to go down on her again, wanted him to drive his tongue and his fingers inside her.
A soft moan slipped through her lips and she reached down, needing to touch herself like he’d touched her. But before she could slide her hand beneath her skirt, like he had, her door rattled.
Excitement coursed through her, and her already taut nipples tightened more. Maybe he’d charmed his way past security again. Maybe he was as hungry to be with her as Hillary was to be with him again.
But when her door opened, it wasn’t Stone standing in front of her. It was her boss.
And all her passion fled, her distaste for her boss chilling the heat of desire she’d felt remembering how it had been with Stone. The short guy wasn’t leering at her like he usually did, though.
Instead, his eyes were narrowed and he was glaring. She knew why. She’d seen the press release Street Legal had put out. Stone had waited awhile to issue one, but he’d made up for lost time.
What he’d said...
Or what he had at least authorized McCann Public Relations to say...
Anger coursed through her, chasing away that last bit of desire she’d felt for him. If he had been the one to show up in her office, she would have slapped him instead of having sex with him.
Well, she would have at least slapped him first. Or maybe after.
It had been too long since she’d been with him outside the courtroom. But even in the courtroom he turned her on, the way he argued with her...the way he looked at her.
Even though she was beating him, he looked at her with a lot less resentment than her boss was currently looking at her with. “It’s not true,” she told him.
“What?” he asked. “That you’re not winning the Mueller trial? That’s not true?”
