Page 49 of Legal Desire
Trev had a bad feeling that for the first time in his life he might be compelled to beg. He reached out to her, his hand shaking slightly, and implored her, “Please...”
His plea struck Allison harder than any of his accusations had. He wasn’t just using sex as a way to manipulate her or get information out of her. It was clear from the desire on his face, and the tension in his muscular body, that he wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him.
And she did want him.
Too much to deny herself or him the sexual satisfaction they always found together. She reached up and tugged loose that bow between the cups of her bra until it fell away from her breasts. Then she lowered her hand to the bow on her panties.
And Trevor groaned.
His face was flushed, his nostrils flaring. He was as overcome with passion as she was. And they had barely touched.
She touched now, sliding her fingers beneath her panties instead of undoing that bow. She gasped as she felt the wetness of her curls. She was already nearly coming, just from the way he looked at her.
He stared at her so hotly. “Allison...”
She needed him. Needed to feel him inside her, filling that hollowness that had hurt so much earlier. She attacked his buttons now, undoing his shirt before pushing it from his broad shoulders. Then she reached for the snap of his jeans. But his hands were already there, pushing his pants and boxers aside to free his cock.
He must have already torn open the condom because he rolled one on before he tugged loose that bow on her panties. Then he lifted her, guiding her down onto his sheathed shaft.
She arched and stretched, taking him deep. Then she moved—frantically—wanting to release the unbearable tension inside her.
He lowered his head, kissing her lips, then her throat. Then he arched his back and moved his head lower, to her breasts. She leaned back to give him better access. As he tugged at one nipple with his lips, she came. Instead of crying out, as she always did, she bit his shoulder.
He wasn’t quite as quiet as he released a low groan, thrusting deeper as he came. His body shuddered, his legs staggering a bit beneath their combined weights, before he released her.
She staggered a little, too, her muscles lax from the powerful release.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured.
And she had no idea for what he was apologizing...until he added, “That was too fast.”
She shook her head. She’d been ready for him. She was always ready for him. Was that desire she felt for him clouding her judgment, though?
Should she forgive him for not being completely honest with her? He slipped away into the bathroom off her office, and while he was gone, she hurriedly dressed.
She wasn’t certain if they’d locked the door, and if they hadn’t, Edward might be so bold as to just walk right in. She really needed to fire him. He was even nosier than Trevor had been about her life, about her past.
Now she knew why Trevor had been so interested, though.
“Don’t,” he said as if he’d read her mind. He had come out of the bathroom without her even noticing. He pressed his fingers to the furrow on her brow. “Don’t even think about it. I have no doubts anymore about you. And I shouldn’t have had any. You’re right. Making us look bad makes you look bad.”
She nodded. “Do you have any other suspects?” she asked.
“Besides you?”
She glared at him now. But she knew he was only teasing. She felt as if he really did believe her. Her sabotaging them made no sense. She’d worked too hard to make them as well-regarded as they were.
He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“It’s been going on for months,” she said—since it had started with his last class-action case. “And you don’t have any ideas?”
“Bette, Muriel...” He shrugged. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“There’s nobody from your past or the partners’ that might come after the practice?”
He shook his head again. “Not anyone with access to our case files.”
Only her...
