Page 42 of Legal Passion
His eyes widened as he stared. He eased her back and moved his gaze over her, from her tousled hair over her bare breasts down to her feet, which were bare too since she’d kicked off her shoes a while ago.
“You know you distract me.”
She’d thought so, but she’d wondered if she’d only been fantasizing again, like she used to about him. “I thought I was just cute.”
His lips curved into a grin. “I can’t let you have the upper hand.”
Would that always be the issue with them? They’d always be jockeying for position? For the victory?
Before she could think about it any more, he lowered his head to hers and kissed her deeply. When he pulled back, she was panting for breath, and so was he. But he managed to say, “I think you’re beautiful.”
It could have been a line. But that didn’t seem like Stone’s style. He didn’t have to sweet-talk women to get them into bed, especially not her as he was already well aware. So he must have just said it because he meant it.
Warmth rushed through her heart, then moved lower, burning in her core. She wanted him so badly. Her hand shook as she reached for his belt, but she managed to unclasp it. Then she lowered his zipper and freed his penis. It was engorged, a vein standing out.
He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. She pushed down his pants and his boxers. And her breath whistled out in appreciation. “You’re the beautiful one,” she murmured.
No. Stone Michaelsen didn’t need to sweet-talk women to seduce them. All he had to do was be—Stone.
He shook his head, though, as if he didn’t believe her. But before she could argue with him, he covered her mouth again with his. Then he covered her breasts with his hands. He cupped them and teased the nipples with his thumbs.
She moaned against his mouth. And he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue inside, and as he did, he bunched up her skirt, pushed aside her panties and slid his fingers inside her. She was so ready for him that she nearly came then. But he pulled his hand back. As he had that first night, he lifted her onto her desk and dropped to his knees.
She would have never believed in a million years that she would bring Stone Michaelsen to his knees not once but twice. But then she was the one writhing and begging for more. She was so close...
But each time she nearly came, he pulled back and moved his tongue or his fingers.
And she murmured in frustration. “Stone...” His name was a plea.
Instead of answering, he just flicked his tongue across her clit.
“Stone!” She covered her breasts with her hands and stroked the nipples herself, and as she did, she came.
And Stone groaned. “You’re going to make me come, too.”
“That’s the idea,” she said, and she reached for him.
But he pulled back and pulled out a condom instead.
Why wouldn’t he let her go down on him? Was it an issue of control?
Because he’d just had full control over her. And now he did again as he turned her over her desk so her ass was in the air. He eased his way inside her core, thrusting deep. And his hands cupped her breasts now, like she’d wanted. He stroked her nipples and nibbled on her neck as he bent over her, bent over the desk.
And he took her, thrusting deep. She arched back, grinding her butt against him—meeting his every thrust. They moved together in a frantic rhythm. He was as desperate for release as he’d just had her. She could feel it in the mad pounding of his heart against her back, in the shakiness of his hands on her breasts...
The tension wound tightly inside her again. He moved one hand from one of her breasts and stroked his thumb over her clit. And she came again, barely suppressing the urge to scream his name. But she wasn’t sure they were entirely alone in the office.
Sure, it was after hours, but the cleaning crew might have been around yet. She hoped not, though, because she hadn’t been quiet.
He was, as he buried his face in her neck, clutching her against him, his cock pulsating as he came. A deep groan escaped his lips.
A sound echoed it, the sound of something rattling outside the door. It must have been the cleaning crew’s cart.
Hillary gasped and pulled away from him. She dressed quickly, making sure she found her bra this time.
Stone had dressed, too, but he had a gap on his shirt where two buttons were missing. “Crime of passion,” he said, gesturing at the loose threads.
Hillary smiled. “You don’t give up.” And maybe that was it, what all having sex with her was—a way to win. Her smile slid away and she sighed before asking, “Okay, why would her lover have killed her?”
