Filthy Lawyer: A Hate to Love Office Romance (Wynton Book 3)

by Bianca Cole

  He leans forward, unlacing his hands from behind his head. “Ivy,” he growls my name in a way that sends more heat right to my core. “I’m higher rank than you, even if your daddy is the managing partner.”

  “You’ve just started here.” I shake my head in disbelief. “It’s not a secret that after what happened at the party we’re never going to get on.” I point my finger at him. “How about you stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.”

  His eyes travel the entire length of my body, again, spreading more fire through my veins. This guy is unbelievable. “No.”

  I shake my head. “What do you mean no?”

  His expression has turned serious. “I mean no. We’ve been assigned to the same case. We’re working together.” He holds my glare.

  “I can’t work with you.” I grind my teeth together. “You’re the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.”

  He laughs and licks his lips. “Sweetheart, you’re working with me whether you like it or not.”

  “One, my name is Ivy, not sweetheart. Two, we will see about that.” I turn to leave. I need to get my father to take him off this case.

  Wes gets up from his desk and comes after me. “Where are you going?” His hand circles my arm, jerking me to a stop.

  I turn to face him. My body is shaking with pure rage and a heat that his touch ignites inside of me. He’s standing close to me, too close. His intense chocolate brown eyes search mine with that possessive look. My thighs tremble despite myself.

  “I’m leaving,” I mutter. Despite meaning it, I don’t move.

  He pins me to the spot with that stare. He takes another step forward still gripping my arm. There’s only an inch between us and his warm breath falls on my face. My breath catches and heart pounds against my rib cage. My mouth has gone dry.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  I should slap him again. I should push him away from me. Instead, I take a step backward and my back collides with the shut door.

  He steps forward once more, trapping me against it. His hands slide onto my waist and his warm, muscular body presses into me.

  I can’t move or speak. The way he is looking at me makes my pussy drip. I can feel it dampening my thighs. Wes is an asshole. He shouldn’t be affecting me the way he is or getting me this wet.

  He presses even closer and his hard, throbbing cock grinds into my belly.

  I moan, unable to stop myself. His smirk widens.

  Damn.

  I don’t want to give this asshole the satisfaction. He does it again, making me feel every inch of his huge length pressing into me. I bite my lip to stop from moaning again.

  The hunger in his eyes has taken over as he stares into mine. His lips aren’t curled into an irritating smirk and his expression is serious. I should want to slap him for pushing me up against a door, but all I want to do is kiss him.

  It’s impossible not to admire how handsome he is this close. He’s the single most attractive man I’ve ever seen. The way he looks at me as if he can take whatever he wants makes me flushed with hot desire. And, I want him to. I want him to take me right here.

  No… It’s so wrong.

  I lick my bottom lip. “What the hell are you doing?”

  His hands slip to my hips and he presses his fingers into me possessively. “Giving you what you want.”

  He grinds into me again with his huge length and I almost cry out with need. I bite down hard on my lip, stopping myself.

  “Get off me,” I say, weakly.

  He moves closer and brushes his lips against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Don’t pretend you don’t love being pressed up against me, Ivy.” He moves one hand onto my bare thigh slowly moving higher. “Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy every inch of my thick, hard dick pressing into you.” His large, rough hands brushing again my skin make me tremble. “Don’t pretend that you’re not soaking wet for me right now,” he growls.

  I capture my bottom lip with my teeth, but the moan still escapes me.

  He groans, hooking a finger into my panties and sliding them to one side. His large finger teases between my slippery wet lips, parting them. “Naughty girl, you’re so fucking wet,” he growls.

  I try pathetically to push him away.

  “Don’t pretend you aren’t turned on. I can feel what I do to you.” He slides his finger inside of me and I bite down on my hand to stop from crying out. “That’s it baby, let me finger that pretty little pussy.” His other hand reaches around to cup my ass and I whimper. He teases his thumb gently over my clit and all reasoning leaves me. I moan deeply, arching my back and giving in to the sensation of his hands on me.

  My eyes search his. That deep dark longing he looks at me with make me wetter still. His lips inch closer to mine and we’re crashing into each other. His finger still working at my clit as we bruise our lips together. His tongue flicks across me and I part eagerly. He teases my tongue with his own, searching my mouth. I moan into him. All my common sense is gone.

  He grinds his thick, throbbing length against my lower tummy as we kiss. He has ignited a hot primal lust inside of me and all I want to do is fuck him right here, right now.

  A bang outside his office door startles both of us. It snaps me right back to my senses and I gasp, pushing his body from me hard.

  I glare at him for a few moments in utter shock. His lips twist into that cocky smile that gets my blood pumping. “Don’t you dare touch me again.” I let myself out of his office and storm toward my own.

  A mix of anger and pure sexual frustration floods me. He has got some nerve coming onto me like that. He also just got me going like no man ever has. My panties are soaked through, dripping with my juices. My clit is aching and throbbing for release. I can’t get over how hot that was. It shouldn’t have been. Wes is that last man that should get me wet.

  He has a reputation as a player and a womanizer. A reputation he just proved by forcing himself on me. If he wants to play dirty, then let’s play. I intend to take him down a peg or two. If he thinks he can fuck anything that moves, he’s got another thing coming.

  Even if my pussy is aching for that huge package and throbbing from his touch. Even if I can’t stop thinking about his body and hands all over me. Even if I can’t stop thinking about how good it would have felt to have him bend me over his desk and fuck me hard.

  No. I can’t go there. This isn’t about him.

  It was just the situation that got me aroused, that, and the fact I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year. Wes is the last man I’d ever sleep with.

  5

  Wes

  For the first time in my life, I’m desperate for a woman I can’t have. My eyes are still glued to the spot Ivy had been standing in, before she ran away from me. That file I sent to her office was bait. I knew it would piss her off, and she’d end up here.

  She was turned on. I’d had her in my grasp, but she is one fiery woman with willpower like steel. Her tight, little pussy was so fucking wet and I was ready to sink every inch of my aching cock deep inside of her. She was moaning as I kissed her. She wanted it as much as I did.

  Why the fuck did she run off leaving me leaning against the door with a raging hard-on?

  I glance down at my tenting my suit pants, before turning the lock on the door. I cup my throbbing length through the fabric, before unzipping the zipper and freeing myself from the restrictive confines of my boxers. My finger is still wet with Ivy’s juices, and I slowly suck her sweet nectar from it, fisting myself with my other hand.

  I groan, picturing Ivy’s fierce blue eyes staring up at me. As I stroke my shaft in my hands, thick, white precum leaks from the tip, dripping onto the floor. Her tight, wet pussy felt better than anything I’ve ever felt wrapped around my finger. I long to feel it wrapped around my throbbing cock.

  I wanted to push her down onto my desk, pull that little skirt up around her hips and taste her pretty pussy. The way she moaned when I teased her clit was like music
to my ears. I imagine my tongue teasing that throbbing, hard nub until she can’t take it anymore. Until she comes all over my tongue, spilling her sweet juices all over my face.

  My cock twitches in my hand as I tighten my grip and fist my length faster. Ivy Heisman has me wrapped around her little finger, she just doesn’t know it yet. I’ve never jerked off in my office before. I’ve never been so wound up over one woman. This primal urge to claim her and make her mine is so foreign to me.

  Where the hell did it come from?

  I groan loud, as the image of Ivy’s plump lips parting and closing over the swollen head of my dick makes me harder. The thought of her taking my cock into her mouth and sucking on me makes my cum filled balls ache for release. I picture her totally naked, bobbing her head up and down my length. Her perfect, full breasts bouncing for me and her fiery eyes, holding my gaze as she takes me all the way in.

  I think of how good she would look bent over my desk, ass high and pussy nestled between her creamy thighs. The image makes my balls tingle. I bite my lip, trying not to make too much noise. I imagine how good it would be to take her like that—right here in my office. The thought of sliding every inch deep inside that tight, wet pussy makes me desperate for release.

  I grunt as my heavy balls clench. Thick, white cum pumps from the swollen crown, shooting rope after rope of it onto my office floor. The thought of pumping my seed deep inside Ivy makes me groan as I keep fisting. I keep running my hand from root to tip until every drop is out.

  I glance down at the mess I’ve made.

  Fuck.

  My first week on the job, and I’ve unloaded my seed all over the office floor.

  What is this girl doing to me?

  I shove my softening dick back into my pants and grab some tissues, cleaning up my mess, before taking a seat behind my desk and shutting my eyes.

  I’ve turned into some primitive man that can’t stop thinking about taking and claiming this girl. It’s not like I’m sexually frustrated or hard up for offers. Women often throw themselves at me. I never let feelings get in the way. When I’m with a woman, it’s about sex and nothing else. It’s easier that way.

  But, with Ivy it’s different. I’m stroking my dick like a horny teenage over her in my office. I can’t think of anything else since we met. It’s like she has taken over my brain. The thought of any other man going anywhere near her makes me hot with rage.

  Perhaps it was the way she slapped me when we first met. The way she took me down a notch. She won’t take my shit and it’s refreshing. I knew she would be pissed when I sent that file down to her. It was an insult. An insult intended to bait her into my office. I was banking on her storming in her, angry and glaring at me in a way that makes my cock throb in my pants.

  I glance down to see my pants are tenting, again. Ivy Heisman is going to be the death of me. No woman has ever run away from me like that.

  At least now, I know how much she wants me. She tried to stifle her moans but she couldn’t. She kissed me like she was desperate for it.

  My first week at the Heisman firm and I should be thinking about how to secure my place here. Instead, it’s Wednesday afternoon and I’m formulating a plan to get the managing partner’s daughter into my bed. There’s no way I’m giving up on her this easily.

  I’m not going to rest until I’ve claimed that fiery red-head’s tight pussy. She’s mine and she better accept it soon, before I go insane.

  6

  Ivy

  I couldn’t think about anything but him. The way his large hands felt digging into my hips possessively. The way his lips claimed mine so fully. The way his huge throbbing cock pressed into me.

  It’s wrong how much I want him. I want to feel him against me, again. Even if he is an asshole. Even if I hate him. My body craves his touch. The thrill of him pressing me up against his door was unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

  I drive down the street toward my home on autopilot. Images of him kissing me and touching me flashing through my mind on repeat. To say I’m fucked, is an understatement. Wes got under my skin the moment we met, but now he is under my skin for a different reason.

  No man had ever kissed me the way he did. It was hard and passionate. A kiss I can’t forget. I hate myself for wanting him the way I do. I know his reputation. He’s a player—the last man in the world I should want. But, my panties are still soaked through and I’m so sexually frustrated it feels like I might combust.

  It’s only three in the afternoon but I had to get away. I’m going insane over him, and I need to get home. My father was happy for me to work from home this afternoon. I need some space away from the office—away from him.

  I pull into my building’s parking lot and park up. I tuck the Delaney case file under my arm as I walk into my building. It’s been impossible to get any work done since the incident.

  I’m hoping a change of environment will clear my head and help me focus. This case is important. Perhaps, if I can make Wes look bad on the case, my father will reconsider his position at the firm. I need him out of my life, before I do something I regret.

  If he’d pushed me harder, I know I would have caved. I was so close to asking him to bend me over his desk and take me right there in his office. That can’t happen. We can’t happen.

  I unlock the door to my apartment and walk inside, sighing at the comfort of my own four walls. I chuck the file down on the coffee table in my living room. Coffee is what I need right now. I make myself a pot before settling down on the sofa and delving into the file. I thought the moment I got home my mind would stop, but it’s all over the place. All I can focus on is that damned kiss.

  My phone rings breaking my concentration. I dig it from my pocket and see Scarlet flash up on the front. I swipe my finger across the screen and pick up the call.

  “Hey, Scarlet.”

  “Hey, stranger. What are you up to?” she asks.

  I sigh. “I’m working on a case from home.”

  She laughs. “Do you ever stop working?”

  I lace my fingers through my hair and gaze at the ceiling.

  No.

  Unfortunately, I don’t know how to switch off. The exact reason why Alec, my other ex-boyfriend, broke up with me. We only dated for a short while when I returned from law school to Wynton, but it didn’t last long. When I say nothing in response she continues, “I’m in a serious need of a girl’s night out, what do you say?”

  I continue staring at the ceiling for a couple of moments.

  A girl’s night out.

  Perhaps that’s what I need right now. A night to let my hair down and forget about Wes. A night to break free and get drunk.

  Scarlet clears her throat. “Ivy, are you still there?”

  “Yes, let’s do it. What time and where?”

  She squeals down the phone. “I didn’t think I’d ever get you to agree that easy.” She rustles around on the other end. “Let’s say eight o’clock at Alibi? Also, Piper will be coming too.”

  I smile. “Yeah, sounds good. I can’t wait.”

  She giggles. “Me neither, see you later.” The line goes dead.

  I sigh and press a hand to my forehead. Eight o’clock is a few hours away. What am I supposed to do with myself in the meantime? I’m going out of my mind. Hopefully, I’ll be able to pick up a hot guy tonight to blow off some sexual frustration with.

  The bass is pumping as I head into Alibi a few minutes late. Scarlet and Piper are lingering by the bar. Scarlet is the first to notice me and waves me over.

  She pulls me into a hug. “It feels like it’s been forever.”

  I laugh. “We saw each other last week.”

  She pulls back and grins. “Yeah, but that was only for coffee.” She shakes her head. “Do you even remember the last time you agreed to a girl’s night out?”

  I rack my brain, trying to remember. It’s been a long time I know that. Work keeps me so busy I barely have time to do anything. “No.”

  Piper
steps forward and gives me a hug. “This one has been going on about the fact you agreed to come out tonight.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m glad you’re here now so she can stop talking about it.”

  I feel so guilty. I’ve been such a shit friendly. Instead of taking time to enjoy myself with my friends, all I do is work.

  Scarlet links her arm with mine. “We are going to make the most of tonight.” She leads us toward the VIP booths right to a table with Piper’s name on it.

  Her family are filthy rich. They are billionaires who own some multi-billion-dollar public company that her brother runs. They even own their own island somewhere in the Caribbean. She works at the company too, with the rest of her family.

  I take a seat next to Scarlet. The booth is already well stocked with two bottles of champagne on ice in the center. A waiter comes over to pour us each a glass.

  Scarlet raises her glass. “To a great night out.”

  I raise my glass and clink it against my friends, before taking a long gulp of the bubbly liquid. Slowly, I can feel the tension easing from my shoulders.

  “How did your father’s party go the other night?” Scarlet asks.

  The moment she mentions the party, I tense up. “Don’t even get me started,” I mumble.

  “That bad, huh?” Piper asks.

  I nod and take another long swig of champagne.

  Scarlet wrinkles her nose. “Don’t tell me a seventy-year-old groped you again.”

  I let out a deep sigh. “The biggest asshole I’ve ever met mistook me for a prostitute.”

  Piper gapes at me. “Are you fucking joking?”

  “Nope, the new partner at the firm.” A warm teasing heat floods through me thinking about him and not because I’m pissed this time. “He groped me so I slapped him.”

  “Holy crap. Those parties are such a pervert fest.” Scarlet says.