Page 49 of Legal Passion
She reached for his shirt and jerked it open, buttons pinging.
“You really want to see me with a patch,” he murmured.
She smiled. “I really want to see your chest.” But then she covered it with her hands, or as much of it as she could with her hands.
Her palms skimmed over his muscles, making his skin tingle from her touch. Then she teased his nipples, like he’d teased hers, making them pebble from the brush of her thumbs. Then she leaned down and brushed her mouth across them.
He slid his hands to her waist, gripping it as he lifted her so that she straddled his lap. He needed a condom, though, so he arched up and pulled one from his wallet.
She took it from his hand, tore it open with her teeth and rolled it over him. And he nearly came in her hand.
She was so damn sexy.
Then she arched up and guided him inside her. And he had that feeling like he belonged—with her, inside her.
He was losing his mind as well as his control.
She began to move, rocking back and forth, bouncing up and down. The chair creaked beneath their combined weights.
Stone didn’t care if it broke. He didn’t care about anything but the tension winding tightly inside him. And giving her pleasure like she’d given him.
He leaned down and kissed first her lips, then her neck and her shoulders. Then he arched his back and moved his mouth lower to her breasts.
She arched back and clutched his head to her breasts as she moved, writhing on his lap. Her inner muscles tightened around him, pulling him deeper. Then her body convulsed and she cried out as she came.
He felt the heat and wetness. And his control snapped. He gripped her hips and guided her—up and down—as he thrust inside her. And finally that tension inside him broke as he came again.
He was surprised he’d had anything left. But she turned him on as no one else ever had. He leaned his forehead against hers as they both panted for breath.
“Is that why you came?” he asked.
She smiled. “I came because you’re so damn good.”
He smiled, too. They were so equally matched. But that was the problem. They were too much alike. Too determined to win, even when they were on opposing sides.
“I’m glad you came,” he said.
But as he said it, her smile slid away, and she dropped her gaze from his. A chill chased the perspiration from his sweat-slick skin. “You didn’t come here for this,” he said. Gripping her hips, he lifted her from his lap.
She shook her head and reached for her clothes. “No.”
He knew he wasn’t going to like the reason that she’d really come. He stood up on legs that felt suddenly wobbly. He quickly used his adjoining bathroom to clean up, and when he returned, he found her briefcase sitting open on his desk.
She stood at the windows with her back to him. She’d dressed back up in her suit. And for a moment, he felt as he did in court, like he couldn’t look at her the way he looked at her when they were alone.
But they were alone now.
It didn’t feel that way, though. And when he walked to his desk and looked into her open briefcase, he understood why as he stared down at the faces in the photo.
A curse slipped through his lips as he dropped back onto his chair, stunned. He should have known. If not for her—if not for being so distracted by Hillary—he might have figured it out.
She’d messed with his self-control, his head and...
No. He couldn’t let her mess with his heart.
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The glass of the window reflected at Hillary the room behind her back, and she saw every nuance of Stone’s reaction to the photo. He hadn’t known.
