Lawfully Screwed (Lawful Affair)

by Victoria Bright

  I flipped her onto her back on the couch, taking her nipple into my mouth as my hand moved down to her shorts. She reached down and unbuttoned them, lifting her hips slightly to move them down her hips. Each time she moved her legs to kick off her shorts, her knee lightly touched my aching erection. I stopped her when she reached for my belt.

  “Patience, beautiful,” I whispered against her skin, planting soft kisses along her cheek and neck. She sighed in pleasure, her hands running up and down my arms.

  “I want you inside me,” she purred, slipping her tongue into my mouth. My fingers found her clit and stroked it tenderly, satisfaction rolling through me when she moaned into my mouth. Her arousal covered my fingers as she swirled her hips, her core nice and slick. She gasped when I slipped two fingers inside of her, moving her hips to the slow rhythm of my hand. My name was a whispered moan on her lips, and I didn’t think I’d ever heard anything more sexy. I didn’t bother stopping her when she pulled my belt loose and unbuttoned my dress pants. I used my other hand to help her get them down, growling when her soft hands removed my cock from my boxers and began to stroke it.

  “Fuck me,” she murmured against my lips. “Now.”

  She damn sure didn’t have to tell me twice.

  I settled between her thighs, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her wetness before entering her. Her core squeezed me tight as I moved deeper inside of her, eliciting a deep moan from me.

  “Fuck, baby,” I whispered in her ear as I pumped into her. An unrelenting tingling sensation ran up and down my spine each time I thrust into her. The sounds of our moans and our bodies moving together filled the living room. Aaliyah’s nails scratched my back the closer she got to climaxing, her walls squeezing me with just the right about of tightness that I was bound to come way before I was ready to. As much as I tried not to think about it, the emotions I’ve always felt still came back when I was inside of her. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, pounding into her as she screamed my name.

  “Mason, I’m coming!” she screamed, her body jerking against me as her core pulsed around my cock. I thrust quicker, my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head when I released inside of her.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, pumping my last into her as she panted beneath me. Her soft hands ran up and down my back as I kissed her neck. “I love you.”

  While I’d expected her to freeze at the declaration, she didn’t. She took my face into her hands and gave me a soft smile. “And I love you,” she whispered before kissing me. Happiness and excitement overwhelmed me. She still loves me. I kissed her again and started to move within her once more.

  “I love you,” I whispered in between kisses, over and over as I pumped into her. She didn’t correct me, freeze, or stop me. Instead she pulled me closer, telling me that she loved me too. I didn’t care about what happened in the morning. I’d deal with that as it came, but tonight, I wanted to make love to the woman I loved and who loved me.

  “Take me to bed,” she finally said after a while. She wrapped her legs around my waist, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I carried her to my bedroom. When we were on the bed, she tightened her legs around me and rolled until she was straddling me. She was so beautiful above me, her dark nipples rock hard and her breasts bouncing with each movement. She raked her curly hair back and looked down at me, love and adoration in her eyes. I gripped her hips tight and thrust upwards, groaning when I reached deeper inside of her.

  “You feel so fucking good, baby,” I murmured, closing my eyes and relishing in the feeling of her wet core moving up and down my cock. She responded by leaning forward and placing her hands on my pecs, bouncing harder and faster and bringing me closer to the edge already.

  “Baby, I’m so close,” she panted, her core pulsing around me. I quickly flipped her, almost chuckling when she yelped in surprise. I pummeled into her so quickly that no sound came out of her mouth while she came, instead resorting to scratching the hell out of my back and digging her nails into the back of my neck until she finally caught her breath in order to scream.

  “Fuck!” she moaned, still trembling under me as I continued moving within her until I felt the familiar tingling of my approaching climax.

  “Shit, I’m coming, baby,” I groaned into her neck, jerking into her as rope after rope of my climax filled her.

  “God, that was amazing,” she said and giggled.

  I kissed her lips gently. “You got that right.” I nodded toward my bathroom. “Wanna take a shower before bed?”

  “That’s probably a good idea,” she said and smiled.

  After showering, she snuggled into my bed still naked while I went back to the living room, not bothering to get dressed either. I cleaned up the uneaten food and gathered our discarded clothes, taking them into the bedroom. A small smile touched my lips when I saw she’d already fallen asleep, curled up on one side of the bed. It seemed so normal to see her naked and in my bed, as if she’d always been there. I placed her clothes on the bench at the foot of the bed and got in bed next to her, pulling her close to me. She wrapped an arm around my waist and snuggled closer to my chest.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  I gave her a gentle squeeze. “I love you too, beautiful.”

  *

  I reached behind me on the nightstand to slap the snooze button on the alarm clock the next morning. Last night with Aaliyah was amazing and I needed just a few more minutes to cherish having her in my arms before having to let her go. I opened my eyes the moment it registered that she wasn’t against me anymore. The other side of the bed was empty and cold and there was no smell of breakfast or running water to indicate she was still here. I got out of bed and walked to the foot, seeing that her clothes were gone. She’d left and didn’t even say goodbye.

  “Well it was good while it lasted,” I mumbled to myself and got ready for court.

  *

  “Good morning, Mr. Wilde,” I said when I saw him, firmly shaking his hand.

  “Hey, if you want me to call you Mason, call me Joseph,” he said with a grin. “Mr. Wilde makes me feel like an old man. I always tell people that’s my father.”

  I laughed. “I get you, man. I say the same when people call me Mr. Carter. It looks like we’ll be one of the first to be seen today, so this shouldn’t take long at all.”

  “Sounds good.” He looked around. “I don’t see her anywhere. She’s probably too much of a coward to show.”

  “That’s even better. It’ll be easier to get what you want if she’s not here to argue it,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows.

  He snapped his fingers. “I completely forgot about that. See, that’s why I pay you the big bucks.”

  “Indeed you do. Let’s go inside.”

  We walked into the courtroom just as the judge called our case. Though his wife wasn’t there, a lawyer on her behalf still appeared.

  “You’re a busy man, Mr. Carter,” Judge Pollard said with a small grin. “I feel like I’ve just seen you.”

  “You have, Your Honor. It’s always great to see you,” I said with a smile. She chuckled under her breath.

  “Always the charmer, you are. I see you’re here for an order setting the amount of alimony. Your client contends he does not have to pay anything because the wife has separate income from her paramour?”

  “Yes, Your Honor.”

  “Do you have evidence of this that you’re submitting to the court?”

  “He actually has a private investigator gathering photos of his wife’s infidelity, so we’d like to postpone any decision on alimony until those photos are received. We’d also like to have the court order a medical physical for both my client and his wife as well in the event that any sexually transmitted diseases and/or pregnancies have occurred during her infidelity.”

  “Your Honor, that’s completely absurd,” her lawyer interrupted. “My client has proof of the petitioner physically abusing her. She’s not able to be present in court today because she’s t
errified of him. The allegation of adultery is just his excuse so that he doesn’t have to split anything with her.”

  “Your Honor, my client believes his wife to be a paid escort, which is still a form of adultery,” I added. “So we’d like to wait until his private investigator completes his investigation as well as waiting for the results for a medical physical before finalizing the alimony amount.”

  Judge Pollard looked at me over her glasses before nodding. “Very well. The court will continue this hearing for three weeks to allow the medical physical and photos to be submitted to evidence for a final hearing on alimony,” she said and banged her gavel.

  Joseph patted me on the shoulder. “Thanks so much, man. Since it’s court ordered, she’ll have no choice but to do it, right?”

  “She could disobey the court’s order, but that would come back to bite her. So either way, you’re golden,” I said, giving him a reassuring smile. “Anyway, work on getting your physical and the pictures from your guy and we’ll meet up a few days before the next hearing. I’ll have the secretary call you with an appointment.”

  “Sounds good. Talk soon,” he said and walked away.

  I drove to the office, feeling happy for no reason at all. I spoke to everyone on my way to the office and exuded happiness, so much so that even Aaron looked at me with a raised brow as I walked to my office whistling an upbeat tune. My phone vibrated in my hand, showing a text from Aaliyah.

  Aaliyah: Morning, handsome. Sorry I had to leave so early. I had a few appointments this morning and needed to help my mom with some things. Are we still on for tomorrow night?

  A small pulled at my lips as I read the message again. At least she’s not regretting last night and flipping back to the friends only thing. I sent her a quick reply back.

  Mason: Of course. Can’t wait to see you.

  The rest of the morning was smooth sailing and relaxed. There wasn’t really much to do after filing the Kents’ final papers and waiting for Joseph’s pictures and results of his physical. I decided to search for somewhere nice to take Aaliyah for the weekend if she was interested. I couldn’t remember the last time I was excited about going exclusive with a woman. Ever since Aaliyah and I broke up years ago, commitment was the last thing on my mind. I’d lost count of all the hearts I’d broken due to my lack of desire for wanting to commit. It was the same story every time; they wanted marriage and children and the happily ever after and all I’d wanted from them was sex. It was different with Aaliyah. Being with her made me want to be a better man. I even thought about marriage, which was something I thought I’d never do after working as a divorce lawyer. I could still see her as the mother of my beautiful children, and creating a fulfilled life with her at my side.

  A knock on the door shattered my thoughts as I turned to see my dad standing in the doorway with a thin, dark-haired man with wired glasses. He wore a crisp navy suit and shiny black shoes, his leather briefcase looking on the expensive end.

  “Donovan, this is my son, Mason Carter,” my father said, gesturing toward me. I stood and walked around my desk to meet him, shaking his hand.

  “Nice to meet you, sir,” I said, glancing at my dad. If this Donovan guy was coming on as a lawyer, he had to be from up north. He had an air about him that screamed importance as if he was some kind of big shot from wherever he came from.

  “Mason, this is Donovan Pendleton,” my father said, straightening his shoulders. “He’s looking into buying and taking over the firm.”

  I did my best to keep my face clear of any emotion. My dad was doing nothing but rubbing it in my face that I wouldn’t have the firm. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction to see me fall apart at the news.

  “Oh cool,” I said, turning to Donovan with a smile. “If you decide to buy the place, I’m sure you’ll do a lot of great work with it. It’s in a great location, we’ve already built a solid reputation with the public, and the staff here is great.”

  Donovan gave me a small smile. “Yes, I see a lot of potential here. Your father here is even negotiating a good price.”

  “Great.”

  “Donovan is here from New York. Wanted to come down here and start another firm with his current one being successful. I think everything I built will remain great with someone of his stature running it.”

  “I am curious as to why you haven’t thought of running it, Mason,” Donovan said. “You’d think it would make more sense to keep such a great firm within the family for generations.”

  I nodded. “I actually—”

  “Mason is far too irresponsible to run this firm properly. It’s still in good standing because he’s just one of many lawyers here and not running the place,” my father interrupted. “The man can’t even get a grip of his so-called sex addiction.”

  I fought the urge to grind my teeth, trying to stop myself not to react to his words. Taking in a cleansing breath, I gave Donovan a small smile.

  “I decided to go in another direction. I have a lot of things on my plate already,” I said, noticing the tightness in my voice.

  “Completely understandable.” Donovan unbuttoned one of the buttons of his suit jacket. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Mason. I hope to see you around the firm as I make more visits.”

  “Same, sir,” I said and watched them as they made their way down the hall and stopped at another lawyer’s office. It took everything in me not to slam the door behind them. It was one thing to rub his potential buyer in my face, but it was crossing the line to have him mention my addiction to a complete stranger. I’d never been so embarrassed in my life. The happy, loving emotions that once filled me were replaced with resentment, embarrassment, and anger. I checked the time on my watch. I could call Aaliyah and take a lunch break.

  I called her, my foot anxiously tapping on the floor as I rocked in my desk chair. “Hello?”

  “Hey, are you busy?”

  “Not really. Is everything okay? You sound upset.” I was quiet for a moment. “Mason?”

  “I need you,” I murmured.

  “You need me? What’s wrong?”

  “I’ll tell you when you get here. Can you come to me? I’m at work.”

  “Um…are you alone or with a client?”

  “Nah, I’m done with my clients for the day.”

  “Um okay, yeah. I’ll be there in a little bit.”

  “Okay. I’ll call the secretary up front and tell her to send you to me when you get here.”

  “All right then. I’ll see you in a bit,” she said and hung up. I left a message with the secretary and sat in my chair and waited for what felt like an eternity.

  A soft knock sounded on my door and Aaliyah poked her head in after cracking it open a bit. She looked beautiful in her pink dress that stopped just above her knees, lightly swishing around her legs as she moved. The white stiletto heels she wore were sexy, showing off her pretty pedicured toes. I walked over to her as she entered and closed the door, taking her into my arms and holding her tight.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked as she rubbed my back.

  “Just having a tough day and needed to see you,” I said softly. I took her hand and walked her over to my desk, sitting in my chair and pulling her onto my lap.

  “Want to talk about it?” she asked, caressing the back of my head.

  “Just my dad being a dick as usual.”

  “Still?”

  I let out a deep breath. “I kind of let it slip that I was leaving. I didn’t tell him I was starting my own firm, just that I’d eventually leave this one.”

  “Okay.”

  “And today he bought in a potential buyer of the firm. It felt like he was rubbing it in my face that he was serious about me not running this place.”

  “But babe, why does that upset you when you already have plans to leave?”

  “Because he brought up my sex addiction in front of the guy,” I ground out. “The guy had asked me why I hadn’t thought of taking it over so that it remained a family business,
but before I could even answer, my dad butts in and says I’m too irresponsible to run it because I can’t even get a grip on my addiction.”

  Aaliyah hugged me tight. “No matter what he says, you’re doing a good job. I mean you’re going to your meetings, talking with your sponsor, and you haven’t called anyone—”

  “I don’t need anyone else when I have you,” I murmured, my arm tightening around her waist. She smiled and kissed me.

  “That’s right. When you said you needed me, I thought that was what you were calling me for.”

  I gave her a devilish smile. “It is. But I figured you’d want to know what was going on first.”

  She pointed toward the door. “But what if someone walks in on us or hears us?”

  “I’ll lock the door and you should do your best to not be loud,” I said with a grin. She bit her lip and then smiled.

  “Okay, but we’ll have to be quick,” she whispered, kissing me again. She got off my lap and reached under her dress to remove her panties as I grabbed my “Out to Lunch” sign from my desk drawer. I stuck it on the outside the door, locked it, and pulled the long shade down to cover the frosted glass. Aaliyah sat on my desk, her legs spread as she rubbed her clit. “What was the sign for?”

  I sat in my chair and move toward her, pulling her closer to the edge. “It says that I’m gone for lunch. And now it’s lunchtime,” I said and took her clit into my mouth. Her hand squeezed my shoulder as she tried to suppress a whimper, rocking against my eager tongue. The taste of her arousal soothed my frayed nerves, bringing back the peace and happiness I felt earlier in the day.

  “Fuck baby,” she whispered, her hand on the back of my head as I licked up and down her wet core. I squeezed her thighs, savoring every drop she gave me. It didn’t take long for her soft sighs of pleasure to turn into pants as she neared the edge, her grip on my shoulder becoming so tight it almost hurt. “I’m almost there.”