Confessions of a Litigation God

by Sawyer Bennett

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  “It’s a fantastic idea. Come on, law boy. Let’s beat feet. ”

  Her enthusiasm was infectious and although I was never the type that would go for a walk, much less even take a break, I stood up to join her.

  “You’ve never done this before, have you?” she asked, her head cocked to the side.

  “What?”

  “Go for a short walk midday. Taken a moment just for yourself. ”

  “I guess not. It feels kind of wicked. ”

  She laughed at me… husky and warm and it was all for me. “I haven’t even begun to show you the ways you can be wicked during a workday. ”

  My hand snaked out and grabbed her, pulling her into my body. I gripped the back of her head and brought my face closer to hers. Softly, I ran my lips over hers, back and forth and she sighed gratefully.

  Pulling back slightly, I murmured, “Are you ready to get f**ked tonight?”

  As expected, because I went from sweet to sensual in a heartbeat, she jerked in my arms and moaned softly.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said triumphantly.

  Just as I was about to lean in and kiss her again, my office door opened up and Mac jumped away from me as if I had zapped her with electricity. My partner, Bill Crown, stood in the doorway, looking back and forth between us in surprise.

  Then he grinned and said, “I knew there was something going on between you. ”

  Turns out, Bill is pretty perceptive, and when I talked to him later, he said it might have been more wishful thinking than anything, but he had sensed something. Bill watched me go through my divorce with Marissa. He watched me shut down afterward, and he’s watched me f**k my way through the city. So, he told me that when he saw me standing there, my arms around Mac and happiness in my eyes, he was in full support of my relationship with her. He is genuinely happy for me, but he warned us to be careful. This was still not a very kosher relationship as it related to our employer-employee status.

  “So… what else did he say?” Mac asks again, breaking into my thoughts.

  Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “Not much. Just happy for me and warned me again to be careful. He watched me go through that shit with Marissa. I think he had given up on me ever having a relationship again. ”

  Mac slides her arm around my waist and squeezes me. “He’s right… we do need to be more careful. You can’t go kissing me all willy-nilly in the office. ”

  I chuckle and push her on her back, rolling on top of her. Supporting myself on my elbows, I hover over her face. “Who in the f**k says “willy-nilly”? What are you, like seventy or something?”

  Glaring at me, she pushes at my chest futilely, but I don’t budge. “I’m serious… no more kissing. Or groping for that matter. Not in the office. ”

  I grin at her evilly. “I’ll just have to make sure the door is locked the next time. ”

  “Not funny, Matt. You need to take this seriously. ”

  “The only thing I take seriously,” I tell her with wicked glint in my eyes and a push of my h*ps so my hardening dick rubs up against her just right, “is getting back inside of you again. ”

  “But—” she starts to say, so I give her a swift kiss to cut her off.

  Lifting my mouth from hers, I grind against her again. “Less talking, Mac. More f**king, okay?”

  Her h*ps push back against me and she breathlessly says, “Okay. ”

  That’s my girl.

  Chapter 26

  Yup. Sex with Mac is different. After I dove back in the second time, came with such exquisite, mind-blowing pleasure, I knew that, in fact, it was better because the nature of our relationship had changed.

  I really didn’t think sex with Mac could get any better, but there you have it. I’m a labeled idiot for thinking otherwise.

  Flipping the pieces of bacon I have sizzling on the griddle, I think about last night. I was inside of Mac from practically sundown to sunup. If it wasn’t my cock, it was my fingers or my tongue, and I couldn’t get enough.

  Even thinking about her, right now, lust swirls inside of me and I feel a stirring deep in my groin. My dick should be broken… out of commission after last night, but nope… it still wants to play.

  With Mac.

  “Something smells good,” I hear from behind me, and I turn to face her.

  My breath catches as the early morning sunlight hits her from behind, making a halo-like glow around head. Her hair is all tangled and her lips are still swollen because of all the kissing and sucking we were doing to each other. She put on my white t-shirt I discarded last night and I’m not sure if it’s the fact that she’s wearing my clothes or the hard ni**les poking against it, but the stirring that was in my groin earlier becomes positively maelstrom.

  I reach a hand out and idly turn off the griddle. Licking my lower lip, because I’m hungry… and not for breakfast, I walk toward Mac. I’m not sure what she sees on my face, but her eyes go dark and her breath gets shallow as I get nearer.

  Bending down, I put my hands under her ass to lift her up.

  “Christ,” I mutter when my fingertips touch her pu**y and find it slick with desire for me. “You’re not wearing any underwear. ”

  She smiles at me sensually and pushes her fingers through my hair before wrapping them around my neck. “Nope. ”

  “Good girl,” I tell her as I set her on the countertop, right beside the carton of eggs I pulled out of the refrigerator earlier. Grabbing her behind her knees, I pull her to the edge so that her ass is barely sitting on the counter and step in close. My erection is pushing painfully hard against my jeans I threw back on this morning when I got out of bed.

  I lean in and nip at her lips, which causes her mouth to open. I then kiss her hotly, groaning when her tongue meets mine with equal force. How in the f**k can I get this hot and turned on by her so quickly? It’s beyond any reasoning, but I don’t stop to analyze it.

  Whipping her shirt off, I bend down and kiss her chest right between her br**sts. Moving my head side to side, I lick a wet line over to one nipple, circle it a few times with my tongue, and then head over to the other one to pay it equal homage.

  My hand goes between her legs, swiping my fingertips through her folds.

  “So wet. Can’t wait,” I murmur against her lips.

  I quickly undo my jeans and push them down just far enough to pull my c**k out and move my balls clear of my zipper. I’m so consumed by burning need that I merely guide myself to her entrance and slam home with one hard push.

  Mac cries out in pleasure and moans, her breath rushing out hot across her lips. I start thrusting in and out of her, over and over again, fueled by a raging need to make her come… make me come. I’m not gentle and luckily, Mac can take it, so I f**k her hard… I mean, really hard.

  “I love the way you feel inside me,” she stutters through the pounding I’m giving her body.

  Fuck, that is sexy hot, her trying to talk but barely able to because of how ruthlessly I’m driving into her. It makes my h*ps move at a frenzied pace, ferociously racing to get us both off. I lurch and heave inside of her, f**king her almost in savage desperation, my ass cheeks clenching hard on each deep thrust inward.

  “Do you like the way I f**k you?” I grunt from the exertion. Placing my teeth over the tender skin just between her neck and shoulder, I bite down.

  Mac jerks against me, moans super loud, and stammers, “Y-e-e-e-s. ”

  “Do you want it harder?” I ask as I lick over my bite mark.

  “God, yes. ”

  Rearing up, I pull her h*ps all the way off the edge of the counter and place my palm on her chest, pushing her down so she lies flat.

  Gripping her ass cheeks, I pull out and slam in so hard that I swear the end of my c**k hits something inside of her. Mac just moans in ecstasy and says, “Harder,” and that fuels me on more. I shove and slam myself into her, over and over again, grunting and cur
sing because it feels so f**king good. I hurtle toward the most transcendent orgasm I think I may ever experience, feeling Mac tighten up all around me, her inner muscles clamping hard on my dick.

  She starts shaking as she cl**axes and tears are leaking from her eyes as she calls out, “Yes. ”

  It’s enough… it’s what I was waiting for. Watching Mac come is the sexiest, most blistering thing in the world, and I jet violently inside of her, my h*ps heaving uncontrollably as I groan out my release.

  Oh, God. Oh, f**k. That about killed me.

  I practically collapse on top of Mac, gasping for breath and leaning my head on the bottom of her chest, which is rising and falling with her own labored breathing.

  “That was insane,” she says as she brings her hands up to slip her fingers through my hair. She rubs my scalp soothingly and I sigh, nuzzling in between her br**sts.

  “We’re completely depraved,” I say, pushing my head harder against her fingers. “I thought I might break you there for a minute. ”

  She laughs in amusement. “It felt so good. You have complete permission to hammer at me that way any time you want. ”

  Eventually, I’m able to get strength back in my legs and I push myself off Mac, tucking my dick… which I think right now may definitely be broken after that round… back in my jeans.

  I start to reach a hand out to help her off the counter when her phone starts ringing. She had set it on the kitchen counter last night along with her purse. My eyes stray over to it, and I can clearly see the Caller ID says “Cal Carson”.

  Mac leans over and slaps at the phone, sending the call through to voice mail. She turns to look back at me, and there is a tinge of guilt on her face.

  “Why is Cal calling you?” I hope my voice is calm, because if it comes out sounding like the anger flowing through me… well, that won’t be conducive to a good talk.

  “We’re friends, Matt. Just friends. ”

  “I don’t like it,” I tell her honestly.

  I really f**king hate it.

  “You don’t have to like my friends,” she says quietly, her eyes dropping down to her hands, which are resting in her lap.

  “You can be friends with him, even knowing what he did to me?” I accuse, and her gaze snaps back up to me. “I mean… you do know the sordid details, right? You know his friendship has no loyalty, don’t you? And that’s the type of friend you want?”

  Mac stares at me in sympathy. Yes, she does understand how this makes me feel. I can see it on her face.

  I hate to do this, but I really don’t think I can handle Cal being closely involved in my life again. And if he is friends with Mac, and she is mine, then that puts him too close in my book. “Mac… I don’t know if I can do this with you if Cal is a part of your life. ”

  Mac’s eyes warm further. She grabs my t-shirt and pulls it back over her head, threading her arms through before hopping off the counter. Taking both of my hands in hers, she grazes her thumbs over my skin, no doubt in an effort to calm me.

  “Matt… if you want me to choose, then I choose you. Always. But before you ask me to do that, will you at least hear me out?”

  Instant relief filters through me. She said words that apparently I needed to hear—if evidenced by the physical reaction of appeasement my body just acknowledged. I pull her in close to me and wrap my arms tightly around her back.

  I pin her flush against me, caging her in… not willing to let her go.

  “Will you?” Mac inquires. “Just listen to me… for five minutes… and then you can ask me to choose if you want. ”

  Pulling back, I look down at her with a grimace, because I f**king sure as shit don’t want to hear a damn thing about Cal Carson. But I also know that she’s only asking me to listen, and she’s still offered me what I want… to cut Cal loose, so I go ahead and nod my assent.

  The sooner I can listen to her nonsense, the sooner we can put this issue to rest for good. Because I know in my stubborn heart of hearts, she’ll never be able to say anything to ever convince me that Cal deserves a second chance with me.