Relentless Pursuit

by Lulu Pratt

  Then his mouth is gone. I pry open my eyes, breathless and desperate to find where he went. Eric straddles me, naked. The man undresses faster than any human I’ve ever met. He also is every bit as muscled and structured as I pictured in our sterile afternoons together, carved into a level of perfection unlike anything I’d seen.

  Pristine abs and those delicious lines lead me like bread crumbs to his cock. It demands all my attention. Large, thick, with veins in all the best places. The head stands above the rest, a large candy waiting to be sucked.

  Before I can reach for it, he slides a condom over the top and rolls it on with one hand. His hands run over his length twice, showing off. Never once does his gaze break from mine. A show just for me.

  Eric grabs my legs and flips me onto my stomach. A heavy hand trails down my spine and I lift my ass in the air. He knocks my legs wider and teases my opening with his head. This simple gesture confirms he’s bigger than anyone I’ve slept with.

  There’s no time to worry, because he slides himself into me with a force that bumps my head into the cushioned headboard. He works us into a rhythm, in and out, back and forth. His fingers find my clit and he rubs me slowly.

  With every other partner, clitoral stimulation has been the only way for me to get off, but the mere presence of Eric’s cock in my body has me on edge. His fingers only made it better, icing on the cake.

  Eric pulls me upright by my hair, just enough to keep him deep inside. His hand grips my breast and he uses me as a handle to thrust harder than ever. It only takes a few thrusts in this position to send me flying.

  The orgasm almost pops up out of nowhere, surprising me with the sharp intensity and heat. It is easily my best orgasm ever. Waves rush over me, lasting almost a full thirty seconds before I can again feel my face. Eric thrusts harder, faster, until he’s grunting through his own orgasm. It’s so sexy hearing this big man who lives on intimidating the world come completely undone.

  I collapse on the bed when he pulls out, trying to steady my heart. According to the clock, it had only been fifteen minutes, but it felt like a lifetime of bliss. An eternity of ecstasy. Nothing could top it.

  “Don’t get too comfortable.” Eric gives my ass a slap. “That was only the appetizer.”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  ERIC

  Sweat drips into my eyes and down my nose as I throw a few more jabs. The harder I can punch, the better. When I don’t know how to deal with the shit in my head, I just beat the fuck out of something until it all makes sense again.

  It’s also very handy when I feel the urge to strangle a client. Half my boxing gym is lawyers. Most stressful job in the country, you know.

  Geoff winces behind the bag he’s holding. Good. I throw a few more solid hits and watch him jiggle and huff on the other side. He’s trying to be a good sport, pretend he can hang with the big boys when he definitely can’t.

  This is the best possible scenario for today. Beat the fuck out of the bag to try to figure out why I can’t get Kate out of my head.

  Nothing went to plan. As soon as I saw her, some alien took over my body and all sense of reason fled through the fucking window. I just needed compromising pictures. I didn’t need to follow her up to the room.

  I wanted to, no doubt. Instead of keeping a cool head, remaining as distant from that shit as the moon is from the sun, I was buried in her. I lost myself in her body.

  It was goddamn unacceptable. No one woman should get to me like this, ever.

  “There he is.” Paxton tightens his gloves and throws a light punch at my shoulder. “There’s Casanova.”

  “Fuck off.” I throw the hardest punch yet and Geoff stumbles back. “Don’t you have some skirts in County to chase?”

  “Oh-ho!” Paxton plasters a shit-eating grin on his face. “Did I hit a nerve?”

  “You can’t hit shit.”

  “He’s a little on edge.” Geoff chimes in. I glare at him and he holds the bag. “Probably because he found a girl he likes.”

  “Jesus Christ, Dr. Phil.” I throw my arms back to keep from punching him in the face. “Your job is to hold the goddamn bag, not attempt to discern my mood. In case we all fucking forgot, I’m currently at the beck and call of some goddamn asshole with too much money who makes my life a living hell on the daily. I’d like to burn some steam.”

  “No, you’re right.” Paxton nods, sounding every bit like the dick he is. “You’re definitely beating the shit out of that bag because McArthur sucks balls. Or, clit, really. But you forgot who was your trusty cameraman out there, bro.”

  I glare at him and go back to the bag.

  “I’m just saying. We’ve done a half-dozen of those stings over the past few years and never before have I seen you so heart-eyed.”

  “Did you just say heart-eyed?” Geoff scoffs. I pause to stare at him, to make sure it was really him who said it. “What? It’s stupid.”

  “We’ll make a man of you yet.” I nudge his shoulder with my glove. “Kate is a difficult nut to crack, hombre. I did what I had to do.”

  “I’m sure you did.” Paxton humps the bag next to me. “Was it good? Tell me it was good. Tell me she has a golden pussy. In my dreams, it sparkles like that strapless dress she wore to the Oscars last year.”

  “Wouldn’t know. I have some decency, Jesus.”

  “Bullshit. Bullshit! I bet you did her good and can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve known you for a decade, fucker. You can’t pull the wool over my eyes.”

  I wipe the sweat from my forehead on my arm and shove my glove into his chest. “Got something to say, Pax?”

  “Oh, shit. You’re hooked on this broad.”

  “I will annihilate you in the ring. Don’t think I won’t.”

  “Is that what you really want?” Paxton still has the stupid grin on his face. He rolls his shoulders and hops from foot to foot. “Come on, pretty boy. Think you can hit me while you’re all up McArthur’s slut’s vag?”

  Anger surges through me, hot and raw. Anger at Paxton. Anger at David. Anger at myself. I turn on a heel and go for the ring without another word. Two scrawny guys are dancing around, but I throw an elbow at one and they clear out quick. I’m not sure what exactly is steering this fury, but I know I’m going to kick Paxton’s ass for it.

  “Talk it out, bro.” Paxton taunts me and throws a punch I easily duck. “Do you need a manicure while we are at it?”

  “Only if your sister sucks my dick afterwards.” I throw an uppercut and he blocks it.

  “That was real creative. High-class insult, Stevens. I’m embarrassed for you.” Another punch thrown. This time he hits my jaw, but not hard enough to send me back. “She must really have you twisted.”

  We dance around the ring, throwing punches and shit talking. The most unnerving part is somewhere in there, Paxton is speaking a truth I don’t want to hear. That night in Kate’s hotel room was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. It wasn’t just fucking a client’s woman. I collect weeping wives like timepieces. I’ve just never felt something during it.

  When she was under me, arms clasped around my neck, staring at me like I was the answer to some need she’d never had fulfilled, I got hit in the chest with an emotion I hadn’t felt in years. This is the kind of shit I swore off my first year in the courtroom because I saw how relationships ended.

  I saw how people dissolved and fell apart and hated each other. I saw massive fortunes dumped into the accounts of adulterers and cheaters. I saw careers end. That shit’s not for me.

  But all I wanted to do, tangled up with her, was stay there. I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want her to go. I wanted that night to stretch on. I wanted to watch her walk out to the balcony, wrapped in white linens, over and over. I wanted to feed her grapes for breakfast and fuck her some more.

  It is goddamn unacceptable. I need to sweat out whatever the hell is brewing in my veins because I’ve got a job to do. She can’t be the end of everything.

  “Co
me on, Eric.” Paxton taunts again. He nails me in the jaw, hard. “Why are you so off your game? What happened with that girl?”

  “I don’t know.” I grit my teeth and land a few good ones on Paxton. “You can let it go now.”

  “I’m your best boy. I don’t let things go.”

  “You’re my best boy because you let things go, Pax.”

  “False. I’m your Jiminy goddamn Cricket. And I’m here to tell you to get your dick out of that girl and focus on your job.” He launches after me, endless punches flying my way. “Otherwise, you’re going to watch your whole damn career crash and burn.”

  This, more than anything, fans the flames tearing through my veins, and my jaw sets into a hard line. I’m not going to lose anything because of this woman, not matter how badly I want her.

  “Get your shit together.”

  I turn, deadly calm, and land a full knockout blow to Paxton. He stumbles backwards and falls on his back. I lean over him.

  “Eric Stevens always has his shit together.”

  I leave him in the ring.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  KATE

  Lily pours an extra-large glass of Malbec and slides it my way. I take it and steal a sip while seamlessly finishing my recount of the night with Eric. Wine isn’t going to detour this nonsense.

  “Was it amazing?” Lily gasps. “The sex you’ve always needed?”

  “Yes.” I drop my head to my chest and heave a large sigh. “God, Lily, it was amazing. The best sex I’ve ever had, hands down. He always acts like such a fucking asshole, but he was someone entirely different in bed. I mean, he was still cocky and arrogant and demanding, but there was a touch of something… softer. I don’t know. It was intense.”

  “I’m getting chills. That’s incredible.”

  “Not incredible! Terrible! He’s David’s lawyer, Lily. He’s the enemy!”

  “Are you sure?” Lily eyes me skeptically over her glass. “Because you two apparently have some sort of crazy chemistry straight out of tinsel town, babe.”

  “That’s all bullshit. Lights, music, soft filters, costuming and some poor assistant running around with mints for bad breath. That’s not real. What happened two nights ago was… something else entirely.”

  “Are you going to see him again?”

  “God no! Yes. No. I mean, maybe?” I rub my forehead. “This is all so bad. So bad. But it was so good.”

  “Did you… you know?”

  My eyes light up and I bite my lip as I cross through my apartment and rummage around my desk. I find the jump drive in the bin with my pens and hoist it in the air. My prize, my trophy for a night of sex with the sexy evil attorney.

  “You have to let me see it!”

  “No!” I squeal, cheeks already red. “Oh my God, that would be so embarrassing.”

  “I’ve seen you naked at least a dozen times. This is no different.”

  “Look, college doesn’t count, number one. And two, this is so different! It’s practically porn. You’ll see, you know, all of me. That’s weird.”

  Lily pouts and clasps the bottle of wine to her chest. “I won’t share any more if you don’t show me. All mine for the rest of the evening unless you plug that bad boy in.”

  “I don’t know, Lily. It’s so personal.” My plan didn’t include sharing the video with anyone other than Eric and David.

  “Kate Lilliana Monroe McArthur. This was not a romantic tryst, no matter how amazing it may have been. This was pure revenge fucking and you know it. Stop trying to treat this like some shiny, sparkly junior high love bullshit. You sucked that guy’s dick to make David jealous. Now gimme.”

  “It was such a nice cock, too.” I groan, remembering the exact feel of it in my mouth. I had never before in my life enjoyed fellatio until that moment. “No, you’re right. I’m being ridiculous. David is going to shit himself when he sees it.”

  “When are you going to show it to him?”

  “I’m not sure. I feel like I need to tell Vivian first, given the parties involved. Maybe I’ll save it for after everything finalizes. Not only will I get my freaking money that I deserve out of this shithole excuse of a marriage, but then I’m going to show him a video of me fucking his lawyer. God, I can’t wait to see the look on his face.”

  “We should hold a showing at a drive-in. Sell popcorn. It could be great.”

  “Amazing. But no one else is going to see my bare ass, thank you very much. Why do you think I’m going to face him in person instead of emailing him? I can’t risk it being anywhere near the internet.”

  “Fine.” Lily slides next to me on the couch. “At this rate, no matter what happens to you in court, you’ll have his balls either way.”

  “Who’s laughing now, asshole?” I scowl, picturing David’s terrible, stupid face.

  “Us. We are laughing. Now you should show it to me. I need to see what will undoubtedly kill David, because karma is such a beautiful bitch.”

  “No, you can’t — hey!” I grab after Lily, but she’s off running and hooks the drive up to my TV. “Oh, God. This is going to be so bad.”

  “Please, what am I going to do? Leak it?”

  I pause and mull this over. “Maybe I could become the next famed hotel heiress with it. Get my own fashion line or something if it blows up.”

  “There’s the Kate I love. Now let’s see Mr. Lawyer-Man’s huge cock.”

  Lily plays around with the remotes until she’s got the video up on the screen. I immediately cycle from incredible embarrassment to arousal. I’d set up the camera before I met him the park, just in case. Everything from the moment we tumbled in the door was recorded and is now playing back.

  “Goddamn that boy undresses fast.” Lily breathes.

  “He’s superhuman.”

  Watching everything happen again makes me all but forget Lily is next to me until she started squealing and jumping in her seat, hitting me with pillows.

  “Did he just? Oh my God he did!” She smacks my arm. “Did you see what he just did to you?”

  It is so surreal to sit on the couch and watch this incredibly sexy man take total control of my body. From the way he licked my nipples down to his dark head between my legs. I can almost feel his hot mouth back down there.

  “Girl, you look so hot. Forget him. Look at how sexy you are, all wound up while he’s all up on you!” Lily smacks me with the pillow again. “Shit, if this David thing goes south, you should go into porn. I’d watch all your videos. I mean that in the least creepy way possible.”

  “I think I’m flattered?” I force out a laugh, but the air is stolen from my lungs. Watching this is such a bad idea. Every action on tape I can feel across my body: the way his body felt on mine, the firm way he grabbed me, the intensity of his tongue and lips.

  Lily gasps next to me. The angle shows a perfect angle of Eric’s cock. It looks magnificent in the lamplight. It felt just as good, if not better. We fall into total silence as we watch Eric and me have sex on top of very expensive hotel sheets. For a minute, I forget to breathe.

  “I gotta go home.” Lily suddenly says, breaking our trance. “I gotta go, um, you know. Stuff. Listen to me, Kate. Listen to me. If you can have sex with that man again, do it. He is so sexy and you two have this incredible chemistry that is like lightning. I would kill for someone to fuck me like that.”

  “You know that I can’t do that.”

  “Fine. Once your divorce is finalized, hunt that boy down and fuck him twice. Three times on Sunday.” Lily quickly gathers her things and gives me a peck on the cheek. “That was marvelous, thank you. It’ll hold me over ton… I mean, it was fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  She practically runs out of my apartment and leaves me alone with the video still rolling. We’ve both just hit our second orgasms and he’s working his way back down between my legs. I get chills just thinking about it.

  “I want to know how you taste once I’ve marked you,” he told me.

  He says it agai
n on the tape. I look around my apartment and find my glass of wine. I drain it, slip off my sundress, and sprawl out on the couch. I mean, what the hell, right? All I can think about is having Eric again, and that’s impossible. So I will take him any way I can have him, even if it’s just in my head.

  My fingers mimic his tongue against my clit. His groans fill my ears and I can see that he was stroking himself while licking me. It’s incredibly sexy. When I cry out in bliss in the video, real me climaxes at the same time.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  ERIC

  “Tequila, boys.” Becky slides the tray into the middle of the table. She doesn’t look at me, but instead shoots a wink to Geoff. “Let me know when you need refills.”

  “Et tu, Brutus?” I slap him on the back after he shoots his tequila and am mildly disappointed he doesn’t spew it everywhere. “Decided to move in on my bar wench, did you?”

  “She’s not yours, Eric.” Geoff pulls himself up a bit, like he’s a real man instead of the slouch who regularly gets run over in court and in the bar. And the gym. “I’ve just been nice to her. People like it when you are nice to them, Eric.”

  Paxton and I are both astounded for a full minute. We gape like fish in a dirty bowl, trying to process how the guy nobody fucking likes scooped up a hot bar waitress. Geoff looks smug as hell and, frankly, I can’t blame him.

  “I knew something was up when we were boxing. I knew it. You lipped off to Paxton and that shit would never happen. Should have known it was because someone was stroking your balls.” I throw a light fist into his shoulder. “Geoff has become a man!”

  “I never said I slept with her.” Geoff burns a little red and has that whole annoyed schoolboy look going for him. “I just said I was nice to her.”