James leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek and the alarm on her phone went off, letting her know it was time to head back to court. Sonja sighed. Fastest hour and a half in history. He gathered their trash. She stood, closed the file and placed it back in her bag.
“Dinner tonight?”
She stood and slung her bag over her shoulder. “I can’t tonight.” James’s face fell, his disappointment quite clear. Sonja reached up and cupped his cheek in her hand. “I have something to do with my daughter tonight.”
Closing his eyes, he leaned into her touch. “Okay.” He turned his face and kissed her palm. “Tomorrow’s another day, mo chroí. Come on. I’ll walk you back.”
“You don’t have to.”
He smiled and took her hand in his. “I know.”
They walked down the block hand in hand. Not an easy trick in Manhattan, yet he didn’t let go of her. This time, she had wanted to say yes to him. Thing was, James wasn’t giving up, and she was running out of excuses. Sonja stared at the cracks in the sidewalk and searched her mind for the reasons why she continued the futile attempts to put him off.
No. Wait. She knew why holding her ground was paramount. He was too young for her. It was foolish to believe he’d remain interested in her for very long. Plus, she had her hands full with her daughter and the law firm and her damn ex-husband. Sonja was just too busy. Continuing this game with him would only lead to heartbreak, likely with her heart being the one broken. She didn’t need that on her plate too.
Simple as that, she was back on track.
No dinner tonight. No nothing with the talented James Donnelly.
The idea she might be making a mistake caused her stomach to knot into a million tangles. Sonja shook off the feeling and smoothed her palm up the twist of hair on the back of her head. She glanced up in time to find they were back at the entrance to the courthouse.
James pulled her into an embrace. She let him. He kissed her. She let him do that too. Then she watched him walk away, disappearing among the rest of the pedestrians milling on the sidewalk. Steady. Focus. Keep it together. Another pass of her hand up the back of her pulled-up hair before she turned and entered the building. Time for work.
Jimmy pulled the rag from his back pocket and wiped off his hands before hitting the mute button on the iPod speaker dock. Walking to the base of the stairs, he listened again. Sure as shit, another knock echoed from his front door. Taking the stairs two at a time, he glanced at the clock on his cable box before rounding the corner and reaching the front door.
He checked the peephole and—holy shit! Running his fingers through his hair, Jimmy drew in a deep breath. He unlocked the door, took another deep breath, then swung it wide.
“Hi.” Sonja adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “Did I wake you?”
Jimmy was so fucking shocked to see her, he couldn’t talk. But his eyes worked just fine. As he took in her appearance, his lips curled into a grin. She still wore her navy-blue business suit…and looked de-fucking-licious in his opinion. Which was the only one that mattered. He shook his head and stepped to the side.
She placed her hand on her stomach and crossed the threshold. “Okay.”
Jimmy closed and locked the door. When he turned, she’d moved to his small dining table in the living room area. Without another thought, he was behind her. Wrapping his hands around her waist, Jimmy pressed his bare chest to her back and his mouth to the side of her neck.
Sonja let out a sigh and her briefcase dropped to the dining chair in front of her. Jimmy tasted the sweet, soft spot behind her ear, taking in her scent. Running his palms around to the front of her suit jacket, he unbuttoned it. She raised an arm, tangled her fingers in the back of his hair and then turned to face him.
Her lips. God, her fucking lips. Jimmy wasted no time taking what he wanted. He dived into her mouth with his tongue, sucking, nipping and devouring what he’d been craving. He could kiss her forever. And he might too.
Sonja pressed her body against his and circled her arms tight around his waist, digging her nails into the skin of his back. “Fuck,” he said against her lips. His cock was hard as a steel rod in his jeans and he rolled his pelvis against hers. “I can’t believe you’re here.” Jimmy placed kisses along her jaw line to her neck and pushed her jacket off her shoulders.
She shook the jacket off and tossed it on the table behind her. “I don’t…I just…”
“Shhh…don’t, mo chroí.” He kissed her again, pulled her blouse from her skirt and unbuttoned it. Parting the two halves, he broke the kiss and ran his gaze over her bra, not missing the hardened points of her nipples. “So fucking perfect.” He tugged one bra cup down and sucked one of the rose-hued points between his lips.
Sonja ran her fingers through his hair and arched against him. Jimmy groaned and twirled his barbell over her nipple. Honeyed lust flowed through his veins, settled hot in his balls and made his cock harden more than he thought possible. Moving to the other nipple, he pushed the other cup aside and bit the tip.
Sonja let out a loud gasp threaded with a moan. Pulling away from her breasts, Jimmy ran the flat of his palm down the center of her chest to her stomach. Her body felt hotter than a kiln and fire blazed in her eyes when he met them.
“Fuck me, James.” Raising her skirt, she slid it up her hips, revealing her thigh-high stockings and garter belt.
And… No. Fucking. Panties.
Unsure if it was the direct order she’d given, or the sheer beauty of her pussy bared and ready for him, or maybe the combination of both, Jimmy almost came in his jeans. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, yes.” He picked her up and set her on top of his table. “Lie back.”
She did as he asked, which was good because he was so wild for her, he wouldn’t have tolerated anything else. Bending forward he raised and spread her legs and licked through her slit, drowning in the pure sweetness of her arousal.
She thrust her hips forward. “Oh God, yes!”
Jimmy pressed her knees to her chest and teased her clit, rolling the barbell in his tongue over the swollen nub. Releasing her legs, he spread her lips and pressed his thumb inside her cunt. He stroked that small ridge of skin within her channel and sucked her clit harder.
Sonja whimpered and panted and writhed beneath his mouth. He wanted her to come hard, and once she did, he was going to fuck her even harder. God help him, this woman owned him. And she had no goddamn idea the power she had.
“James!” His name rode the scream belting out of her and she arched off the table. Her cunt clenched around his thumb. He kept his mouth right where it was and sucked, knowing he’d driven her over the edge already, but he wasn’t done with her yet. The head of his cock throbbed in his pants and he wanted inside her like a drowning man wanted a life jacket.
But he wanted her begging for it.
She gripped his hair, her legs shaking beside his ears. “I can’t…” She yanked his head away, sat up and dragged him to her mouth.
His lips and tongue were coated with her flavor, and Sonja let out another moan, sucking his tongue. He willingly shared the taste of her orgasm with her. “You like that, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer, just sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. Unbuttoning his jeans, she peeled down the zipper and freed his cock. Scooting forward, she positioned his prick at her opening.
“Babe…wait. Condom.”
“Fuck the condom.” She grabbed his hips, yanked him toward her and wrapped her long legs around his waist.
Jimmy’s dick sank into her heat, and he looked down where their bodies joined. He gritted his teeth and let out a hiss. The warmth of her wet pussy swallowed the swollen head of his cock. “Jesus Christ, look at that.”
Sonja reached between them and spread her lips apart, rimming the edges of his shaft with her fingers while he slid in and back out again. He pulled out completely, then pushed
back in, slow and with deliberate control, the rim of the bulbous head catching on the tight mouth of her pussy. She moved her fingers to her clit and the groan that rose out of Sonja sounded like it was mined from deep in her belly.
“Fuck yes, rub your perfect clit for me.” Jimmy watched, mesmerized by her actions and by the glistening sheen of her juices on his shaft. “You missed me. Look how wet you are for me, Sonja.” He slid out to the head once more, teasing her with short thrusts, just deep enough to penetrate her entrance. A bolt of fire raced down his spine, settling hot in his sac. Having her tight wet heat wrapped around his shaft was too good, almost more than he could tolerate.
Sonja gripped his chin and raised his head. “Yes, I missed you,” she said before thrusting her tongue into his mouth.
A growl barreled out of him and he slid his hands under her ass, changing the angle of her pelvis before burying his prick deep. “Say it again.”
“No! Take me harder.” Kissing down his chin and along his jaw, she settled at his neck and bit down hard.
Another growl came out of Jimmy. He could hardly recognize the sound as something coming from him. But then her tight channel clenched around his length—his mind spun and he lost control. “You want it dirty again, don’t you. Fuck, is that it? Tell me.”
Sonja ran a hand up the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his hair, and then took hold of the strands and pulled, hard. His gaze met hers. And she bit his bottom lip so hard he winced from the sting. Jimmy gripped her thighs, raising them higher and wider. He slammed into her, grinding his pelvis against her clit. “Fucking bitch.”
“Yes. Say it again.” Still holding him by his hair, she bent her head and bit his shoulder.
Goddammit, that shit hurt! And Jimmy did not want her to stop. He’d take everything she wanted to dish out, and he’d fuck her harder with each serving.
Chapter Twenty-One
Just like last weekend, when they’d had sex, Sonja couldn’t believe how she was behaving. It was as if she lacked even a modicum of self-control with this man. She licked her lips and the salt from his skin tingled on her tongue. Heat sped through her body like wildfire when he called her a bitch—so much so she thought she might spontaneously combust.
Then he repeated it. Oh God, she was going to come…
James gripped her hips and slammed into her so hard she bit her tongue. “So fucking dirty. This what you want?”
“Yes!” Sonja let go of his hair and scraped her nails down his back.
James sank deep inside her and ground against her clit. Her orgasm hit with a force she’d never felt before. Her cunt rippled and her whole body went rigid. Finding his hard ass, she palmed both cheeks and sank her nails in and bit down on his shoulder once more.
“Fuck! Sonja…goddammit!” At once James pulled free of her channel and flipped her over.
Sonja’s high-heeled feet landed hard on the floor and with a hand in the center of her back, he pressed her chest to the tabletop. Her orgasm ripped through her like a blazing inferno.
“You want to play rough? Hmm?” James tugged her blouse down her shoulders. Bringing her arms behind her back, he stopped at her wrists and bound them with the shirt. “I’ll give you rough.”
The wood was cool against her heated skin and a shiver raced through her. Sonja laid her cheek against the smooth surface and closed her eyes. CRACK! James’s hand landed on her ass cheek. A scream punched out of her, ending in a gasp, and then he slid his length inside her channel again. Yes! This was what she needed.
Like a junkie getting a fix, he’d become her drug. How or when it’d happened she had no idea, but— CRACK! Oh God! Sonja’s eyes rolled back in her head and a moan poured out of her like water. Heat spread from her ass cheek to her cunt and her channel clenched in response.
“Oh, sweet hell.” James rocketed in and out of her, then reached beneath her chest and tugged her bra down to fondle her breasts.
Her hips banged against the table with his thrusts. “Give me more.”
“Greedy!” He tugged at her hair, yanking it free of its pins. When it unraveled, he wrapped the length around his fist and pulled her head back, raising her chest from the table. “How much do you think you can take?”
Gritting her teeth, Sonja arched and rolled her hips. She’d lost her mind again, she was quite sure, and she didn’t care. She wanted this. Wouldn’t go without it again. Lightning raced through her, building the pressure, and she knew she’d come again. “How much can you give? I’ll take every thing you have.”
“I feel you. Gonna come all over my cock again, aren’t you? So—” Slam. “—fucking—” Slam. “—greedy.” Slam!
The orgasm exploded through her and she screamed his name. But he didn’t stop to let her come down. Instead he kept going, slapping his hips into her buttocks, merciless in his thrusts in and out of her. Mindless, Sonja fell into an incoherent haze and everything around her got fuzzy.
He released her hair and she collapsed on to the table once more. Pulling free of her channel, James cursed through a loud groan and pressed his shaft between the cleft of her ass cheeks. Sliding his length between them, he climaxed. Ropes of scalding hot semen spurted over her buttocks, lower back and hands. God yes! Unable to speak, she closed her eyes and rode the aftershocks of her orgasm while he branded her skin.
James fell over her, breathless. With his face buried in her neck, he blanketed her with his body. Finally sated, Sonja focused on drawing air into her lungs as her heart thudded in her ears. After a few minutes, he raised his head and ran his fingers through her hair. He pulled her hair away from her neck and pressed a soft kiss to the spot behind her ear. Sonja shivered and drew in a deep breath.
Rising off her, he untangled her shirt from her wrists. “Stay here. I’m going to grab a towel.”
Craning her neck to the side, she glanced at him and nodded. The haze she’d gone into lingered, and she blinked, trying to focus while he disappeared from her view. Sonja closed her eyes and drew in another deep breath. Never—not ever—had she been like this with another man. A fire had sparked in her belly, and from the moment he laid his hands on her she burned out of control.
The only remedy being him. His scent. His lips and tongue. His body. Him. Every single part.
She didn’t want things to be like this, but she’d found herself at his doorway anyway. She didn’t want to crave him, or smolder inside until desperate, only to give in to the need, allowing him to ignite her once more into a blazing inferno and bring her to heaven so she could drown in the flames.
Sonja opened her eyes when the warm wet towel swiped over her lower back and down her bottom. Nudging her legs wider, he wiped between them and down her inner thighs. So tender. Too sweet. A moan poured out of her like thick honey and lust flowed through her veins when he smoothed the cloth over her clit and lingered there.
James pressed a kiss at the base of her spine. “Still greedy for me.” He chuckled and the sound rippled over her skin.
Sonja’s eyes widened and she cringed. It was all too much and she had no control. No, she didn’t want to want him like this.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jimmy walked out of Sonja’s office. She wasn’t there. And according to her secretary she wasn’t in court today either. Upstate with clients was what they told him, and also she wasn’t expected back until late. Fuck him. He’d tried her cell two or three times already and she’d yet to reply. She’d gone MIA on him. Again. Fuck him, squared.
True, the work excuse was legit, but didn’t mean she couldn’t fucking reach out and let a man know what was up—the same man who’d ridden her so good the night before that she screamed his name when she came.
Jimmy shook his head and let out a sigh. It didn’t matter. He now knew she couldn’t stay away long. Eventually she’d end back up at his loft and back in his bed. Eventually the craving would take
over and his Sunshine would show up.
He shot a text to Andy, then made his way to his favorite pub. Once he arrived, he gave his best friend a peck on the cheek, ordered a beer and settled on a stool at the bar next to her.
“You come up with an answer to my question yet?” Andy gave him a sideways glance before taking a swig of her beer.
“Which question is that?”
“Nice try, Romeo. I don’t see the lawyer by your side.”
“Yet.”
“Look.” Andy shifted in her seat and faced him. “This woman is going to eat your heart for dinner, and just so you know, I will extract it from her stomach and not bat an eye.”
He chuckled. “Wow, that was really graphic. And kinda gross, but sweet.”
“I’m serious, Jimmy. I’ve never seen you like this over a chick before, and it’s freaking me out.”
He gave her a soft smile. “You love me, huh?”
“Yeah, of course I do. And?”
“Andy—” The bartender delivered his beer and he took a swig. “It’s going to be fine. Trust me.”
Her eyes rolled in their sockets. “So it’s official?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then it’s not going to be fucking fi—”
“Things are progressing.”
“Oh? Well, then. Spill, I’m all ears. What’s happened since the weekend?” Andy settled against the low back of the stool and crossed her arms.
“I’ve seen her every day this week for lunch.”
“And?” She pinched his arm. “Dammit, spill!”
“Jeez, you’re such a girl sometimes.”
She let out an exasperated sigh. “Fuck off. Tell me.”
Jimmy threw his head back and laughed, loud and hard. God, he loved his best friend. When he finally got himself composed, she was glaring at him, agitation oozing from her pores. Jimmy had to stifle another laugh. She was so cute all fired up and ready to defend his honor. He was lucky to have her. Andy was a true friend to him, and he’d pretty much jump in front of a train for her. “Okay, fine. We had a few hot moments in her office. I went to the courthouse and practically had to drag her out to eat during the lunch break. I swear she doesn’t even stop long enough to think about it.” Leaning back in his seat he stretched.
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