“I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Setting her purse on the table by the door, she walked to him. She took his breath away in a green dress and higher heels than he’d ever seen her wear before. His palms itched to touch her skin.
He pointed to the dining area set for two. “We could have dinner first and discuss it.”
She sighed. “We’ve discussed so much today. I went from wanting a random night of passion to get you out of my head, to wanting to stay with you and forget the one-night stand. Now it’s all crashed together.”
Holding her, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “You wanted it to be me?”
She moved in; her breasts and hips rubbed against him. Then she curled her arms tight around his chest. Holding her pressed to him, he knew they’d done enough talking for the day. “I knew it had to be you. That old judge kept telling me to ask you out. He saw the chemistry.”
“Why didn’t you?” She stepped out of his arms. “Did you put the judge up to this? Because this is one pricey first date. I asked that Madame Eve about the cost.”
“I know it’s not cheap but I didn’t ask the judge for any help.” He unbuttoned his suit coat then took it off. “I tried to get closer. Last time you won a case, I said I’d spring for dinner instead of the usual drink. At the charity ball, I asked you to dance. Every time, you had an excuse.”
“I didn’t know you meant that sort of dinner. Why not just ask me out?” She folded her arms, a defensive expression on her face.
He entered her personal space, pushing the issue…pushing the boundaries between them. “Would you really have said yes? I didn’t want to scare you off. You could recuse yourself from any case I’m assigned to if I tried to make our relationship personal. I wanted to see you, work with you every day. If I crossed the wrong line, I might lose you forever.”
“So wait around until fate or the judge fixes it all?” She moved in closer to him, too.
He leaned down, took hold of her shoulders, and kissed her hard. For a second she didn’t respond, but then her hands were on his chest, her mouth welcoming his like she’d been waiting every bit as long as he had.
He took it slow, teasing her lips with his tongue until she opened her mouth. When her hand wrapped around his neck, he leaned down more, freeing his hands to explore her curves. Her small waist and the lush flare of her hips called to him. Running his hands up her back until he reached the bare skin of her shoulders, he stayed in the moment. So much more than a handshake or accidental brush of an arm.
She pulled back from the lip lock. “That’s not an answer.”
“It takes time to lay the groundwork. I charmed your mom pretty good at the charity event.” He rested his forehead on hers. “I don’t want one night, Monica. I’m in love with you. Love isn’t a race. It takes time to do it right. I swear I won’t hurt you.”
Staring into his eyes, she licked her lips and took a deep breath. “Life is never easy. Why can’t I get the easy road one time?”
“That’s not what I wanted to hear.” He tightened his arms around her.
“I’m sorry.” She laughed and kissed him eagerly. “You fit in okay in Atlanta, but there will be some who don’t like us together.”
“I can fake an accent, if it turns you on.” He tried his best southern accent.
“Don’t.” She smacked his chest, grinning brightly up at him. He loved how the room lit up when she was happy.
“The road is as easy as you make it. Do what makes you happy and the rest will fall into place.” He suspected she’d been hurt before, and it was easier to use the race issue as an excuse than tell him who’d hurt her. Eventually he’d find out and prove he deserved her. He kissed her cheek and then her chin and nuzzled along her neck until he came dangerously close to her cleavage.
His arousal drove him crazy, but he had to get the seduction right. When her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled him to her breasts, he knew the light had finally turned green. One gentle kiss on her tender flesh and he grew hard for her.
“Show me you can make me happy, and we’ll open negotiations.” She let her hands slide along his back.
He groaned. “I do love a challenge.”
“No wonder you love me.” She reached behind her and unzipped her dress.
She was freed, as he pushed her dress to the floor. All her fears and doubts were gone. He loved her. A steady, honest, reliable guy who kisses like a dream loves me! Monica’s mouth possessed his again, as she opened his dress shirt.
He looked hot in the charcoal suit and blue-gray shirt, but she saw him in a suit every day. She needed to see him naked. Clearly he had the same objective. His large hands snuck under the peach teddy, up to her thighs until he cupped her ass.
Was he trying to drive her crazy? With her already wet for him, why did he have to wear so many clothes? Finally she got the last button and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He let go of her and ditched the shirt and undershirt before tugging the teddy over her head. Normally she’d feel exposed but she focused on his belt instead.
“And they say women’s clothing is complicated.” She gave in and ran her hands up his chest. All that lean muscle and his broad shoulders were hers to play with.
“You did make it very easy for me.” He tugged down her panties, and she had nothing on at all.
She pulled at his belt again. “Your turn.”
He kicked off his shoes and undid the belt himself. Watching him like a hawk, she caressed his strong upper arms, as he pushed his pants and briefs to floor. He was gorgeous and already hard for her. She nudged him until he sat on the bed. Unable to deny her eager fingers, she held his cock and everything about their connection felt right.
“I’m supposed to be impressing you.” He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her right out of her heels and laid her on the bed.
He won points making her feel that sexy and dainty. She reclined on the silkiest sheets she’d ever experienced. Jeff settled over her, his kisses like a drug. Always the good girl, she’d stayed away from real drugs unless you counted caffeine. Sex with him might just make up for that lack of experience.
His mouth didn’t stay on hers for long. Just like his depositions and legal tasks, the man did his work thoroughly. He licked down her neck, and she shivered when his hands cupped her breasts. That quick tongue wasn’t far behind and when he flicked her nipples, she arched for more. It’d been so long since she’d had good sex and never with someone she trusted as much as him.
He spent a lot of time around her breasts but when his mouth moved lower over her belly button, she tensed. Then he claimed her lips again.
“Okay?” he asked.
“God, yes. I don’t know why I got nervous.” She kissed him hard, taking time to nibble his throat.
“It’s real. Not a one-night stand.” He ran his hand over her stomach and thighs to dip between her legs. “Unless that’s really all you want. Tell me now.”
She shook her head, pushing back the tears that wanted to form. “We’re not one-night stand types.”
“Good answer.” He nipped her mouth and ran his tongue down her torso, quickly zeroing in on her sexual needs. Jeffery, her man, spread her legs and licked her pussy. He could have no doubt of her desires and just how much she wanted him. His tongue darted so quickly, she nearly clamped her legs together when he lapped up to her clit.
“Too rough?”
“No, I don’t need foreplay. I’m beyond ready.” Her face burned. She didn’t talk about sex with men. When it happened, she appreciated the thrill. He seemed eager and patient at the same time. The man methodically covered everything. She had no chance to resist his seduction.
“Me too, but I’ve been waiting so long, I can handle it.” He sucked her outer pussy lips into his mouth, one then the other, playing until she lifted.
His tongue flicked along her inner folds until she moaned. When his fingers got involved, she wanted to scream as he traced circles around her clit then worked his way
down to her core. One digit tested her, and she tilted her hips. Finally he pressed one fully into her, but it wasn’t enough. “More!” she demanded.
“I love a woman who knows what she wants.” He eased out of her then pressed two digits to her cunt.
She trembled, opening without reservation. Damn! He made her feel safe and sexy. When his thumb grazed her clit, she rocked to him.
“So far so good.” He didn’t move his hand. He shifted up to take her mouth.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“Eventually.” He nodded.
Her nails dug into his strong shoulders. “Now. Not like that.”
He started to pull out, but she gripped them. “I don’t think you really mean that. We’re both too turned on right now. Let’s call this the exploratory phase.”
She laughed. “You’re using legal terms to define sex?”
“Well, I tried to just do it, but just like always you want to call the shots.” He pressed back into her fully and rubbed her from the inside until she gasped. “Trust me.”
“I do.” She fell back and let go of it all. “Do whatever.”
He kissed her cheek then licked that path down again. His self-control impressed her. She’d come soon, but why make her wait? Her pleasure came first now!
Those fingers fucked her pussy faster and faster, while he licked her clit like a curious cat. Her nails dug into his scalp and pushed him down. He sucked her clit, and she lifted her hips for more. He swirled his tongue around the nub until she moaned then gave her added suction. He worked her hard, teasing deep inside her while his tongue rubbed and flicked the sensitive spot. When his lips curled around it and pinched the flesh, and his digits filled her again, she lost control.
All of her screams were his name. Her palms pressed on his head to keep him there. As her climax eased, his touch changed from a lip pinch to a kiss. She lifted her hands, and he tongued all over her pussy then slowly freed his fingers from her. She moaned at the loss, but her insides still vibrated with satisfaction.
He held up his hand “More?”
“Not right this second.” She had others things on her mind.
He licked her juices off with a smile, but she wanted her turn at the exploratory phase. She lingered over his chest, explored his nipples with her tongue.
He eased back into the pile of pillows and groaned, caressing her shoulders and neck. She went lower on him, following the thin line of dark brown hair to his hard cock. Curling her fingers around it, she enjoyed his pounding pulse. The tip betrayed his need, as the precum beaded.
Sucking a cock had never been her favorite thing. Still, knowing the power she held over him in that moment made the idea a completely arousing experience. She sucked the tip, listening to his moan. When she stopped, he sighed softly in disappointment. Running her nails along his sac, she saw his leg muscles tense. Unable to resist, she wrapped her hands around his erection again. The way he thrust into her palm, she knew he wanted her. Would she make him come fast or force him to wait?
She licked his balls and up to his chest until he lifted his hips toward her. All that muscle and passion for her, and he loved her. He’d said it, and she wanted to confess her own feelings. In the middle of sex, it didn’t feel quite right, though. Moving back to his shaft, she licked the tip. When his member pulsed, the power went straight to her head.
Chapter Five
Every time he closed his eyes, Jeff couldn’t stand not seeing her and opened them again. He’d already surrendered to her. She toyed with him and he loved it. Her full lips worked his cock then her tongue flicked the head until he groaned. When she played his balls, he couldn’t believe the sexy creature who’d been hiding from him all this time.
She rubbed her breasts all the way up his cock and torso until her mouth claimed his. He fell back and enjoyed her affection, holding her tight. Not to be denied, his cock rubbed against any part of her it touched, but he refused to let his control slip.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“I won’t last a minute now. Finish me off then we’ll get some dinner. Start fresh and I’ll screw your brains out,” he promised.
She shook her head. “I can’t wait that long.”
He reached down and worked his fingers into her pussy. “There are many ways to get the job done.”
“Not that.” She nipped his lip and looked him in the eyes. “I love you. I wanted to say it earlier, but other things just kept coming out of my mouth.”
The heat of her love, hearing the words were an orgasm of another kind. He gripped her tight. “Say it again.”
“I love you. Damn it. Sex is not the time to say these things. It sounds so fake.” She pressed her face to his neck.
“You never say anything you don’t mean. Don’t forget, I know you better than that. There are a million chances to say it later and tomorrow. Our timing has been terrible, but that’s over.” He tried to ignore his throbbing cock but finally shifted his hips to have some friction against hers.
She laughed and slid back down his body. “You must think I’m trying to torture you.”
“No, but I will admit women are the stronger sex. You admitted you loved me, but the power you have over me is undeniable.”
Putting him out of his misery, she slowly licked up his shaft and sucked the tip. She took more and more of him as her hands massaged his balls. Finally, she zeroed back on the head and gave it the same treatment he’d given her clit until his mind went blank. His world shifted as he watched her. They were perfect together in every way. They belonged together, and finally it was out there. The freedom to love, touch, and possess her thrilled him. He pressed into her as the pleasure hit and left him panting like a teenager.
Once he could focus, he watched her lick up the last few drops. He fell back in the pillows. Pulling her close, he kissed her slowly. “Dinner?”
She nodded. “Then we do this right.”
“Right and repeatedly.”
After a quick clean up, Monica sat across from him while they ate the slightly cold dinner. The Chicken Kiev and salad were still delicious. Luckily there was enough to feed four because both of them filled up unapologetically. With another guy, she might be more demure, but he’d seen her race through a large sandwich at lunch between meetings. No shame or secrets remained between them.
“Second thoughts?” Jeffery asked.
“No way. I do love you.” It seemed easier to say now that it wasn’t the first time. His smile hit her heart in a brand new spot.
“Good, because after that amazing sex, I’m not going away.” He poured them more wine, as they slowed down on the main course.
“You try to leave, my mother will come after you with a shotgun. She likes you.” Monica uncovered the dessert tray and groaned at the variety of chocolate candies. Another full tray of lush fruits covered in all varieties of chocolate tempted her.
“See, I built up my allies. I think eventually we would have gotten here on our own, but in the day-to-day routine, it’s hard to change the rules and take the risk.” He popped a chocolate-covered cherry in his mouth.
“You’re right there. Upsetting the normal is hard. At least, for me, it always means worse. I’m not used to depending on men.” She liked watching him from across the table even though her skin itched to be right there in his lap.
“You can depend on me whenever you need to. It doesn’t make you weak to have help.” He reached across the table and fed her a chocolate.
The ripe fruit tasted rich and sweet, but his skin satisfied her more as she licked his fingers clean. “You’re a good man. You’d be a good father. But I guess you sort of had two fathers in your life, so you think men are always right there.”
“What happened with your dad?” He sat back with a look of concerned curiosity.
She’d let her guard down so she might as well put it out there. “He left. Well, he slept with another woman and Mom kicked him out. She never let him back around, either. As a child, I resented
it, but now, I’m proud of her.”
“Explains why your mom acted happier having me hang around you than you were. She could test me. Make me prove myself.” He held her hand. “How old were you?”
“Seven. Men were never a constant. My sister took up with that useless hunk of a man who never pays any child support. Not that my dad ever did. Like your kid doesn’t need shoes because you’re not living with them?” She didn’t want to start one of their biggest debates.
He smiled. “You know I think they need to pay their share. But I bet you’d rather have seen your dad sometimes, money or not.”
She glared at him. “As a kid, maybe.”
“Maybe?” He sat back. “You’re tough.”
“You’re too easy on men.” She almost held her tongue. He deserved better than that. They had to be honest with each other, or their love wouldn’t work. “It’s their kid, regardless of income levels. If you don’t want to pay, don’t forget to use protection.”
“I agree. They have to pay a percentage regardless. Enforcing it is harder, but the visitation isn’t tied to that. It shouldn’t be a litmus test. Kids need a relationship with their fathers regardless of employment status.” He poked the table like they were in a settlement hearing.
Then she saw it in his eyes. “When did you see your dad last?”
Jeff looked down. “1985. He paid every dime and gave me a chunk for college, but not one birthday visit. Not one holiday. He had his new family, and I got left behind. My stepdad treated me fine, but it wasn’t the same. It just wasn’t, and I knew it.”
Letting a tear fall, she rounded the table and sat in his lap. “His loss, and I know what I’m talking about. We’ll never make that mistake.” She kissed him softly.
His arms tightened around her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Now his position on fathers seeing their kids no matter what made sense. If a dad could pay or not, the kid still needed a father’s attention. His pain gave her a new insight even as she wanted to heal him. Pulling back, she shook her head at him. “You always have to win?”
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