Page 17 of Legal Passion
CHAPTER SIX
HILLARYWASRIGHT. Stone had acted like an adolescent the night before with no regard for the consequences of giving in to his impulses. When he’d brought her bra to court, he’d acted even more childishly.
His partners wouldn’t believe what he’d done—and who he’d done. Of the four of them, he was the most professional. Usually.
Something about Hillary Bellows affected him as no one else ever had. Even now, his body was so damn tense that it ached. He wanted her so badly.
And she was close. He could feel the heat of her gorgeous body across the console. She should have been cold because despite it being November, she was wearing only her suit. Since it was wool, maybe she was warm enough in it. But her legs were bare beneath the hem of the skirt, which had ridden up when she’d jumped into the passenger’s seat. He could see no goose bumps on her silky smooth skin, though. He wanted to reach across that console and touch her, to slide his hand up her thigh beneath that skirt to see if she was as wet and ready for him as he was for her.
His cock throbbed behind his fly, demanding release.
“Is that what you want, Stone?” she asked, her voice sharp with impatience, probably because he hadn’t answered her yet.
He couldn’t remember her question anymore. He could only think about how much he wanted her, how much he wanted to thrust his dick inside her. So he snapped back at her, “Yes! That’s what I want.”
Her.
Naked and wild like she’d been on her desk the night before. Moaning and writhing...
Screaming his name.
That was what he wanted.
She gasped. And it wasn’t with the pleasure he’d given her the night before. It was shock.
“Really?” she asked, and her voice was soft and quiet now. “You want me off the case?”
He glanced up at her face and narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on the conversation. “What?”
“You want me off the case?”
“No.”
“But you just said—”
“I forgot your question,” he admitted. And he felt so damn adolescent now, like some horny teenager who was so distracted by the curvy cheerleader in his class that he didn’t know what the hell the teacher was asking him.
She snorted. “Yeah, right...”
And maybe it was good that she didn’t believe him, because then she had no idea how much she affected him. Because if she knew, he had no doubt she would use it against him, just like he’d tried using it against her today.
He flinched as he remembered how dismally that had backfired on him.
But then she leaned back in her seat and grinned. And he suspected she’d figured it out. Hell, all she’d had to do was look at his fly. His erection was straining it so much, he was surprised the zipper hadn’t separated.
She chuckled. “You know you’re going to lose this time.”
“What?” He really needed to pay attention to this conversation. Hillary Bellows was a challenge when all Stone’s faculties were functioning. But now she was downright dangerous.
Maybe that was why Byron Mueller had issued him a warning. Maybe he’d noticed that the assistant district attorney was entirely too distracting to Stone.
“That’s why you want me off the case,” she said. “You know you’re going to lose.”
He shook his head. He couldn’t. Not when he was representing an innocent man. More was riding on the outcome of this trial than a million-dollar bonus. Justice was riding on it.
She swiveled toward him, and her blue eyes glittered with merriment. “That’s the reason,” she said. “You’re afraid of me, Stone Michaelsen.”
He opened his mouth to argue, like they did in court and apparently outside of it as well. But he couldn’t utter the denial—maybe because there was part of him that was afraid of her, or at least afraid of how she made him feel.
