Page 47 of Legal Passion
“He wants to,” Stone admitted. “But...”
“What?” she asked.
“You.”
“What about me?”
He touched her now, gliding his fingers along the edge of her jaw. “You’re too damn good.”
She’d never thought he would admit it. She beamed with pride. “You know I’ll get a confession out of him.”
“No,” he answered immediately, as if he still had no doubts about his client’s innocence. But then he added, “I think you might get out of him whatever he’s not willing to tell me.”
And she knew. Stone had no idea what was in that envelope. Once again it had come from his office—or at least the envelope had—but he had no idea what the contents were.
“Your client isn’t being forthcoming,” she mused. “That can’t be a first for you.”
He took his hand from her face and ran it over his. And she felt a twinge of guilt. Now was not the time to needle him for his career choice. Nor was it the time—just yet—to tell him his office mole had struck again.
Instead, she pushed him back onto his chair. “Sit down and relax.”
“I can’t, Hillary. You know this case isn’t going well.”
Even better than he did. She teased him, “It is for me.”
And despite his tension, his lips curled up slightly at the corners into a shadow of his usual wicked grin. “Of course you’d see it that way.”
They were never going to be on the same side of a trial, which was a problem now and for the future. Because of that, there really was no future for them. But there was the moment. And in the moment, Hillary wanted to make Stone feel better. So she dropped to her knees in front of his chair.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting you to relax.” But when she reached for his belt, his stomach muscles tightened and his body tensed. She trailed her fingers down his chest. “Relax...”
“Easy for you to say.”
“You don’t like this,” she said, “giving up control.”
“I haven’t been in control since that first kiss,” he said, “hell, even before that or I would have had the control to not kiss you in the first place.”
She liked him out of control. And she proceeded to get him to lose it again. After unclasping his belt, she tugged down the tab of his zipper. Then she freed his erection from his boxers, pushing them and his pants down around his hip bones, which jutted out. He was all toned muscle and taut skin. And his penis...
It was so thick. She closed her lips over the head of it. And so long, she sucked him deep in her mouth.
And he sucked in a sharp breath. “Hillary.”
She glanced up at his face, which was now flushed with passion. He leaned back in his chair, but he still wasn’t relaxed. She knew what that would take.
While she couldn’t relieve all the frustration he was feeling, she could relieve some of it for him.
She continued to slide her mouth up and down the length of him, sucking him deeper into her throat each time. And what she couldn’t take into her mouth, she stroked with her hand, pumping it up and down.
He groaned and reached for her, his fingers tangling in her hair. But he didn’t pull her away. He just held her head, fingering the strands of her hair, as she continued to bring him to the edge.
Finally, his body tensed and a deep groan tore from his throat as he threw his head back against his chair, rocking it against the wall. Then he came, filling her mouth with his sweet release.
She swallowed it down but still some trickled from the corner of her mouth. She lapped at it with her tongue. And Stone groaned again.
“You are so damn sexy and passionate and incredible,” he murmured as he stared down at her with eyes that looked glazed with pleasure and awe.
She knew he wouldn’t be looking at her like that once she opened her briefcase, so she enjoyed it for a moment. But she’d known this moment was all they would have. Once she showed him what she’d received, she suspected that whatever they had or were doing would end.
