The Yeah, Baby Series: Limited Edition 9 Book Set

by Fiona Davenport

  Moving to kneel between her legs, I spread them as wide as they would go. Then I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her pussy, allowing me to drink in the sight. It was pink and swollen, glistening with her arousal, dripping down her cheeks onto my hands.

  “Jax, I don’t think—”

  My palm went up and came down hard on her ass causing her to yelp. “I’m pretty sure you weren’t about to say what I want to hear, sweetheart,” I stated calmly. Fuck. Her lily white globes. Lowering her back down, I positioned myself on my stomach, opening her pussy lips with my thumbs, my bent arms holding her pelvis in place.

  One long lick up her center had my own hips thrusting into the bed, seeking relief. Natalie cried out, trying to buck me off, but I stayed immobile, repeating the action.

  Stiffening my tongue, I plunged it inside her, then licked up and swirled it around her clit, before sucking the little bud into my mouth.

  “Oh!” she practically screeched. “Jax!”

  I lifted my head to stare directly into her glazed eyes. “What, baby? Are you ready to admit the truth?”

  She didn’t respond fast enough, so I dove back down and attacked her pussy with a vengeance. Over and over I drove her to the brink of orgasm, then pulled back to slowly edge her back down, until she was writhing and crying out for release. “I’ll give you what you need, sweetheart. Just say the words.” I was praying she gave in quickly because I was already on the verge of coming, my cock continually seeking relief with steady thrusts into the mattress.

  “I’m yours,” she panted. “Please, I’m yours.”

  “Damn fucking straight you are,” I snarled before pulling on her over-sensitive clit and driving two fingers into her tight pussy. “Let go, sweetheart. I need to be inside you.”

  She splintered apart, her screams of pleasure washing over me. Before she was finished coming, I’d already gotten to my knees, lifted her ass, and buried myself deep. The sensation of her walls pulsing, squeezing me so tight as she orgasmed was too much and I lost all fucking control.

  I’d intended to make love to her on our second round that night, but I wasn’t capable of anything at that moment but another rough, hard fucking. The bed squeaked with the force of my thrusts, our skin slapping loudly as it came together, our sounds of ecstacy ringing off the walls. The headboard added a steady thumping to the mix as it banged wildly. It was music, all of it. A symphony all our own, one composed by the knowledge that we belonged to each other, that our bodies were made to fit perfectly, to sing in harmony.

  I couldn’t hold out for very long, but I managed to wait until Natalie spiraled off into a third orgasm before I exploded. I continued to pump hard as hot jets of come spurted from my cock, filling her, marking her. I’d already known it, but right then, it became glaringly clear that Natalie owned me.

  We managed to finally eat, and I succeeded in making love to her. Worshipping her from head to toe before soaring into the heavens together. Around one in the morning, she made noises about needing to get home, but I pretended I hadn’t heard her, holding her to me with no intention of letting go.

  When my alarm went off in the morning, I felt better than I had in . . . I couldn’t ever remember feeling that amazing.

  “Mmmm,” I groaned. “You’ve offically ruined me, sweetheart. Waking up with you every morning is now essential to my survival.”

  Natalie giggled and shook her head, bumping my chin from where she rested on my chest. “I’ve got to get to work,” she pouted.

  Glancing at the clock, I sighed, we both needed to get going. I’d forgotten to set the alarm for earlier, in order to get in a morning fucking session. I kissed the top of her head and snuggled her a little closer.

  “Bring a bag with you tonight,” I instructed softly. “That way you’ll have more time in the morning and I can drive you to work tomorrow.”

  Natlie raised her head and turned to meet my eyes. “Pretty presumptuous,” she muttered.

  I raised a single brow. “You’re mine. I’ll presume as much as I please. Now, get your sweet little ass out of bed before I decide we can both afford to be late while I stake my ownership of this delicious body this morning.”

  A pretty blush stole across her face and for a beat, I could see her actually considering the idea. “Out, sweetheart,” I muttered. “I don’t want to be the reason you lose your job. Now go get in the shower and I’ll bring you something to wear home.” It made me feel marginally better about letting her go that morning, knowing she’d be in my clothes.

  When I opened my eyes, Natalie was gazing at me with a softness I hadn’t seen before and it warmed me all over. She leaned up and pecked my lips before hopping out of bed. I growled at her, not at all happy with that pathetic excuse for a kiss. I followed her to the shower, determined to eradicate any ideas she had about ever kissing me like that again.

  5

  Natalie

  “C’mon. C’mon. Hurry up,” I chanted under my breath as I waited for the elevator.

  I jabbed the button again, cringing as I glanced at my watch. Although I’d given Jax a hard time about telling me to bring a bag to his place tonight, it was the smart thing to do. Racing from his townhome to my apartment, getting ready and then hauling ass to the office took longer than I’d expected. It wasn’t even seven thirty yet, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t technically late, since junior associates were expected to be here before any of the partners made it in.

  The elevator finally pinged, and I heaved a sigh of relief when the doors closed without anyone else joining me. Grabbing my lipstick from my bag, I was able to put the finishing touch on my makeup by the time the doors opened to the reception area of the firm where I worked. I hadn’t bothered to do it while I was getting ready at home because they were still swollen from my night with Jax, but it had gone down a little since then.

  “Ms. Gardner, Mr. Warren would like to see you in his office,” the receptionist trilled at me with a smug little grin on her face.

  I didn’t know what I’d done to piss her off, but she’d had it in for me ever since I started here. There had been too many errors on phone messages, company-wide emails I didn’t receive, and scathing looks, for it not to be obvious that she disliked me. Immensely. Of course this was the day she got to the office early, when she usually showed up barely in time to roll the phones over from the answering service. As if it wasn’t bad enough that a named partner had beaten me into the office and wanted to see me, she had to be here to witness it.

  “Dammit,” I mumbled, picking up my pace as I headed to my cubicle to drop my stuff off before I raced to my boss’s office. The emotional high I’d been on from the amazing night and early morning I’d spent with Jax flew out the window as I braced myself before knocking on Mr. Warren’s office door.

  “Come in.”

  I plastered a smile on my face as I pushed open the door and peeked my head inside. “You wanted to see me, Sir?”

  “Yes,” he replied, waving me inside without looking up from his computer screen. “Close the door behind you.”

  He didn’t say anything else as I sat in one of the chairs across from him. A minute passed, and I had to restrain myself from fidgeting. Another one, and I forced my lips to stay closed instead of blurting out an apology for not being here when he arrived. Finally, his gaze switched to me and I straightened my spine while trying my best to look calm as I stared back.

  “You’re new here,” he began, and my stomach fell because I expected a lecture about how things work for junior associates. “Which means you might not already be aware that I’m in the middle of a messy divorce.”

  That was so not where I thought he was going with this. “I’m sorry to hear that, Sir.”

  “I talked it over with Yates last night since he’s representing me. We both agree that it will look good to have a woman on my side, in case things get any uglier.”

  Which explained why he’d called me into his office. The only other female lawyer at th
e firm was another partner, and I’d heard they didn’t get along with each other. It was easy to understand why he wanted to go with a junior associate who didn’t hate him, instead of a more experienced lawyer who liked to take verbal digs at him on a regular basis.

  Even though I’d just complained to Jax last night about only being assigned busy work, I wasn’t excited by the prospect of being assigned to this case—not when I felt like he was tossing a live grenade at me and it could blow up in my face any minute. Representing my boss in his divorce sounded like a bad idea before I factored in the fact that he, himself, had described it as “messy.” If the settlement didn’t go the way he wanted it to, it would be easy to blame me for screwing it up.

  “Divorce isn’t really my area of expertise.”

  “As a junior associate, your job is to take whatever cases are assigned to you without complaint. Sometimes they’ll be within your area of expertise”—sarcasm was thick in his tone as he repeated my phrase back to me—“and other times they won’t.”

  “Understood, Sir.”

  He ran a hand over the top of his closely cropped blond hair. “Look,” he sighed. “As much as my soon-to-be ex-wife will make me out to be heartless, I’m not. Yates is damn good at what he does, and this will be a good learning experience for you. Some might even look at it as an opportunity to prove yourself to two named partners in the firm—an opportunity given to you much earlier than any other junior associate, since you’ve only been with us a short time.”

  It was clear that his mind was already made up, and there would be no getting out of this. “You’re absolutely right, Sir. I promise I’ll do whatever I can to help get you the best divorce settlement possible.”

  I quickly regretted my choice of words when his gaze slid from my face and down my body.

  “I think you’ll be more help than you realize.” I suppressed a shudder at the masculine appreciation in his eyes when he finished his perusal and met my gaze again. “My wife is out for my blood, and she hired a shark in her attempt to get it. And, having you on my side of the table is going to make her unhappy. Very unhappy.”

  He sounded damn cheerful about it, too. Considering the fact that we had just discussed my inexperience with divorce cases and the way he’d checked me out, I was going to hazard a guess that he was hoping I would make his wife feel insecure. What an ass. “A shark, Sir?”

  “Opposing counsel used to work here,” he sneered. “He was pissed when I was named partner before him and left to join another firm. Since then, he’s been a thorn in our side, which my wife damn well knew when she went to him for representation.”

  Great, so both parties were making decisions about their legal representation based on what would piss the other one off.

  “I see,” I murmured.

  “You’ll meet him yourself in a little more than an hour.”

  An hour? “I will?”

  “Yes, my wife is coming in for a deposition at nine.” I didn’t do a good job at hiding my surprise, and he noticed. “Yates will handle it, but we expect you to sit in.”

  “Of course, Sir.”

  “If there’s anything time sensitive on your desk, let me know and I’ll reassign it to another associate. I expect you’ll be busy getting up to date on my case for the next few days, at the very least.”

  I spent the next hour doing as he’d asked, going through everything on my desk. I handed several files over to other associates and wrapped up a couple more by the time my phone rang and I was instructed to head to the firm’s largest conference room. It wasn’t the usual location for a deposition because of its size, but it was the best one we had. From the way Mr. Warren had talked about his wife’s lawyer, it was possible the choice of location had been made as some sort of pissing match.

  Although it initially made me roll my eyes, I was grateful for the size of the room when I walked in and spotted opposing counsel seated at the end of the long conference table on the side of the room. The shark who was out for my boss’s blood was someone with whom I was intimately familiar. He was the man whom I’d reluctantly left this morning, after he’d fully demonstrated exactly how he expected me to kiss him—Jax Croix.

  Our eyes met and I was caught in his intense regard, though his expression remained neutral. I was barely able to tear mine away from him as I walked the length of the room to take a seat next to Mr. Yates. It wasn’t easy to pull myself together, but I’d managed to wipe the stunned expression from my face when he introduced me to Jax and Mrs. Warren. She lifted her surgically perfected chin and glared down her equally fake nose at me. When she shifted in her seat, moving a little closer to Jax, I balled my hands into fists to avoid clawing her eyes out.

  I needed to get control of myself. With a deep breath, I averted my gaze, but I could feel the heat of his stare and it made my skin tingle. It was a damn good thing I wasn’t the one asking the questions during the deposition, because it was incredibly difficult for me to take notes while my mind reeled at the revelation that Jax used to work for Smith, Yates, and Warren. If he’d left the firm the way Mr. Yates explained, and fought many cases against us, he damn well should have mentioned it when I told him where I worked.

  An hour later, I had pages of notes. I was in possession of more information than I ever wanted to know about any of my bosses. Or my co-workers. Or anyone I knew. What I didn’t have was any idea of how I was going to proceed with Jax. My heart was telling me to figure out a way to continue my relationship with him, but my head was telling me to get out as quickly as I could or else I’d risk losing my job.

  I watched him walk out of the room, with his blonde bitch-of-a-client next to him, and I wanted nothing more than to yank her hand off his arm. Mr. Yates and I followed them to the reception area, and I bit my tongue the whole way there. It was neither the time nor the place to have it out with Jax. And even if it was, I wasn’t ready for the kind of discussion we needed to have. But as his eyes met mine before the elevator doors closed, I knew by the gleam in them that he wasn’t going to give me long—not with him looking at me like he owned me and didn’t give a damn who saw him doing it.

  6

  Jax

  “That went well, I think,” Andrea Warren simpered from beside me as we stepped out into the afternoon sunshine. “Shall we go for drinks and celebrate, Jax?”

  I shook off her claws from where they were gripping my arm and suppressed the desire to shudder. This case was already the bane of my existence, but it had just become a shit-storm of epic proportions.

  “My apologies, Mrs. Warren,” I said in my most professional tone. “I have appointments and need to return to the office. Can I drop you off somewhere?”

  Her collagen enhanced lips turned down, as much as they could considering her face muscles were practically frozen, in her attempt to pout. “How about you drop me at your place so I can be there to greet you with a drink and much less clothing?”

  My balls shriveled at the thought of anyone other than Natalie waiting for me at home. “I’m afraid my girlfriend might have a problem with that.” I wasn’t sure Natalie would agree with the label at just that moment, but I’d make it clear her choices were limited. She would either be girlfriend, fiancée, or wife. Eventually, she’d go through all three titles anyway.

  Andrea sighed. “Another time, I suppose.”

  Seriously? Not a snowball’s chance in hell, woman.

  I sent a quick text to my driver and within seconds he glided to a stop at the curb. I held the door open for her but to my utter relief, she waved me off.

  “I’m going to stay downtown and do some shopping.”

  “Excellent idea,” I agreed with my most charming, fake smile. “My secretary will call you with the date and time of Mr. Warren’s deposition.” Without waiting for her response, I climbed into the back of the black Mercedes and slammed the door. I didn’t bother holding off the shudder this time.

  Dipping my finger into my suit pocket, I retrieved my cell phone a
nd called my partner.

  “Isaac Harvey,” he answered gruffly.

  “You owe me big time for this,” I growled. “I feel like I need a shower after that meeting.”

  There was a beat of uncomfortable silence before Isaac sighed. “I know, I know,” he mumbled guiltily.

  Isaac’s wife was Andrea’s much younger half-sister. I loved Eden, she was an absolute doll, unlike her succubus of a sister. But, she was also only twenty and had gone against her father’s wishes when she married Isaac, who was thirteen years older than her.

  In an attempt to garner goodwill with the patriarch of the family, Eden had pleaded with Isaac to take on Andrea’s divorce. After one appointment, he begged me to take over as lead council. Knowing what she was like, it wasn’t too hard to imagine her finding a way to cause trouble between Isaac and Eden, so I agreed.

  “Eden and I want to make it up to you,” he said suddenly. “How about you bring the new girl—”

  “Forget it,” I snapped. “As if it weren’t enough just to have to deal with the woman, I’m now completely fucked with Natalie.”

  “Why would—”

  “She works for Smith, Yates & Warren.”

  “Shit . . . yeah, but—”

  “And, they put her on Warren’s divorce case.”

  I waited for his reaction but was met with silence.

  “Isaac?” I pulled my phone away to confirm I hadn’t dropped the call. “Hello?”

  “Oh, is it my turn to speak?” he drawled.

  “Your debt to me just keeps getting longer, asshole.”

  Isaac chuckled, the dipshit, and I clenched my phone a little tighter.

  “Is she worth it?” he asked simply.

  “Without doubt,” I confirmed.

  “Then do what it takes. We’ll deal with any fall out if or when it happens.”

  I didn’t need his permission, but it lessened my stress knowing I had it. Isaac would walk through the fires of hell for his wife and all he needed to know before backing me, was if Natalie was my Eden. That was a resounding, fuck yes.