Page 63 of Resisting the Lawyer (Dirty Hot Resistance 3)

I, of course, choose to sit beside him, but when has he ever let me do what I want?

I’m tumbled into his lap.

“So stubborn,” he murmurs, his hand groping my butt.

I swat it away, flushing.

He just grins. “You look fantastic in this dress. Gorgeous. I had half a mind to rip it off you when I saw it and then bend you over some surface.”

My cheeks burn at his words, as a very clear image springs to mind in my head. “Lucas!”

“It’s true.” His hand reaches for my nape and draws me in for a deep kiss.

It fries half my brain cells and makes me forget what I was trying to say. One firm hand strokes over my back and I moan into his mouth as my skin tingles at his touch even though there is a very clear barrier between us. “M-Maybe I should get you some coffee.” I slip from his grasp.

He rolls his eyes, “Come back, my beautiful little lap warmer.”

“Stop being weird,” I tell him, chuckling at his antics.

He trails after me as I go to the kitchen and I sigh remorsefully, “I can’t believe you scratched the fridge.”

He leans in until I can feel his breath against my lips. “I’ll let you scratch me back.”

The meaning isn’t lost on me and I raise my chin. “We’re having coffee.”

His arms wrap around me from the back and I’m drawn into his chest.

Giggling at how clingy he’s being, I start the coffee machine and feel him pressing kisses against my nape. However, it’s getting harder to breathe when he cups one of my breasts in his palm over my dress.

When he murmurs a suggestion in my ear, a dirty line of what he’d like to do to me in bed, the spoon I’ve been holding slips from my hand as my pussy clenches. “P-Pervert.” I was determined not to make this easy for him but the man has a sinful voice and as he keeps telling me all the ways he can fuck me, my grip on my willpower fades.

Before I know it, I’m pressed against the kitchen wall, one of his hands under my thigh, my leg wrapped around his waist, as he kisses me.

His tongue is thrusting into my mouth in a way that gives away his intentions for tonight and I have nothing left to fight him with. His touch is driving me crazy and my pussy is directly rubbing against him as I whimper helplessly at the need flaring inside of me.

I don’t want him to be gentle.

I want him to do all the things he’s promising.

I want him to push me against the wall, hike my dress up and fuck me until I can’t move.

I want him to bend me over the table and thrust into me until I come, screaming his name.

But I would crave none of these things, if I didn’t feel completely safe in his arms.

Lucas pulls my head back with a wrench of my hair and I gasp out blindly staring at the ceiling as he presses open mouthed kisses on my jaw and neck, sucking on some spots, so hard, while rubbing against my pussy, making me see stars.

I can hear the coffee pot making a sound in the background and I ignore it, my mind too hazy.

“Still want to say no?” Lucas murmurs against my neck, then reaches up to gently bite my jaw.

My breathing is heavy as I gaze at the ceiling through clouded eyes. His mouth reaches my ear lobe and he sucks on it gently before pressing his teeth on, making me cry out.

“I need an answer, Elise. Or we stop here. Should I stop?”

The threat hanging over my head is like a noose and I shake my

head, gasping out, “Don’t stop.” My head is clear and I finally understand this is why he wouldn’t let me touch any alcohol today at the wedding. He wanted me to give my consent with a clear head.

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