LawyersinLove_Bundle

by Ann Jacobs

  “Yeah.” He slid one hand down from her waist, cupped her buttocks and drew her even closer.

  He was hard as stone. And hot, in spite of frequent wintry blasts from the overhead air conditioner vents.

  Things were going too fast.

  Casey panicked. She was in way over her head. Suddenly her muscles wouldn’t obey her brain and quit their trembling.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  Was Craig psychic?

  Did he somehow know she was nothing but a fake?

  Casey finally forced her body to relax, but only after tamping down the panic that threatened to consume her.

  “Are you sure?” With his callused thumb, he rubbed the palm of her hand.

  “I’m fine.”

  “What say we go somewhere a little more private?” he whispered when the song had finished.

  Casey took a deep breath, reminded herself she wanted him more than she feared making a fool of herself. “Okay.”

  Chapter Three

  When Casey laid a hand on his thigh and started to rub perilously close to his already throbbing cock, Craig almost pulled in at the chain motel at the exit from the interstate.

  Hell. Sex came naturally, didn’t it?

  He was no idiot. He knew how it was done.

  In theory.

  But when he glanced over at Casey, he changed his mind. Tonight was not the night.

  He liked her. A lot. And he wanted more than a one-night stand with him cast as the bumbling idiot, which was the likely way she’d see him if he went at this half cocked.

  He’d probably burst a condom, trying to put it on.

  If he had one on him, which he didn’t. If he managed to get that far before she laughed him out of bed.

  Of course he could just tell her he’d never slept with a woman before and hope she’d help him out. Sure he could. As if his pride would let him admit how precious little he’d been around to a living soul, let alone to a woman he liked as much as he liked Casey.

  No, he had to do some research before he took the plunge. He’d better take her home and detour to a twenty-four-hour bookstore. It was painfully obvious that he needed to buy some how-to books and burn some midnight oil.

  When her fingers brushed his balls through the heavy denim of his jeans, he couldn’t suppress a moan. He did manage to keep from thrusting his hips forward to intensify the feeling. And he held the Z-3 on the road. Barely.

  He caught her teasing hand and brought it to his lips. Trying hard to sound nonchalant, he said, “We’ve both got work tomorrow. Let’s not start what we’re not going to finish tonight, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  He wasn’t certain he liked the implication inherent in her quick agreement. The way her fingers curved to cradle his cheek, though, bolstered his ego and propped up his confidence.

  “Hey, Casey, don’t get me wrong. I want to check out this thing between us. How about meeting me tomorrow when you get off work?”

  “I’ve got to work late. It’s my turn to close up the gym. You can come do your workout late if you want to.”

  “Sounds good.”

  More than good. Erotic fantasies flooded his mind. Fantasies of him and Casey in the pool, naked. Warming their chilled flesh afterward in the sauna. The pulsing jets in the whirlpool tub would pound at their taut, straining muscles while he pounded into her.

  Considering the possibilities had his cock rock hard and straining against his jeans. His thoughts had dissolved in a steamy fog.

  “If you want, you could do your workout after everybody else has gone,” she suggested.

  “Oh, yeah.” The workout he had in mind had nothing whatever to do with pumping iron or swimming laps. Casey had to know that. Or did she? There was something incongruously innocent about the smile she shot his way when they paused at the door to her apartment.

  No. He had to be attributing his own damn inexperience to her. And that was ludicrous, considering the way she dressed and flirted—not to mention her body language and those not-so-subtle caresses that had him practically bursting his zipper.

  But her little-girl smile made him cautious enough to settle for a quick, almost brotherly kiss before he turned and walked away.

  * * * * *

  A few minutes later Craig checked out the parking lot of a suburban chain bookstore. Relieved that he didn’t recognize any of the cars, he pulled into a shadowed slot under the umbrella of a giant oak tree.

  Inside, he took another surreptitious look around. Other than a couple of clerks and a handful of tattooed, multiple-pierced teenagers who looked as though they’d have made stereotypical defendants in a criminal trial but seemed seriously out of place at the upscale bookstore, the place seemed deserted.

  He headed for the section marked “Relationships.” How To Please Your Lover. A Thousand Ways to Sexual Pleasure. Carnal Invitation. He even saw a coffee-table edition of The Kama Sutra.

  He perused shelf after overstuffed shelf, pausing to glance at some of the dust jackets. The art work varied from cutesy cartoon couples to hearts and flowers to stuff that was downright erotic. Obviously sex sold well. The question now was what to buy.

  The choice was endless. Big books, little books. Books with pictures worth a thousand words, and books with authors whose names preceded letters that indicated they’d spent decades learning all about fucking in its seemingly endless variations.

  Hell, it could conceivably take him longer to learn all about sex and seduction than it had to get through law school.

  Craig selected one authoritative looking book that rivaled the telephone directory for sheer weight. Presumably it contained all the basics. Tucking the fifteen-hundred-plus-page manual under one arm, he grabbed a couple of the little books that had attracted him with their eye-catching cover art and titillating titles.

  Then he headed for the cashier. Obviously he had a lot of homework to do.

  * * * * *

  Casey needed to do some learning of her own.

  For a long time she stood in the open doorway of her apartment, staring first at Craig and then at the taillights of his BMW. She touched her fingers to her lower lip and tried not to tremble.

  She wanted him. He wanted her, too. Even she could recognize the signs.

  But she’d convinced herself Buck wanted her, too. At least she’d thought he did a few times, when he got hard and sweaty while they petted in the backseat of his four-by-four. He’d just never wanted her enough to take that final step.

  She had to hold Craig’s sexual interest long enough to get rid of her troublesome virginity. But she wasn’t sure how to accomplish that.

  When his taillights disappeared, she closed the door.

  Her whole body still tingled from his touch, but fear of turning him off with her appalling lack of knowledge had her mouth dry and her breathing ragged. She’d even forgotten to put a lot of tongue into their goodnight kiss, the way Lisa had suggested.

  “Have a good time?” Lisa asked when Casey set down her purse and sank onto a big pillow on the living room floor.

  “Oh, yes.” Who wouldn’t have a good time, looking at and dancing with Craig McDermott?

  “You going out again?”

  “He’s going to meet me at the gym tomorrow, at closing time.”

  Lisa whistled. “Fast work.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Picture you and him, all alone in the gym. The lights are turned down low. You’ve got your choice of saunas and steam rooms, hot tubs and swimming pools. Imagine all those gorgeous muscles of his, pumping away just for you. There’s nothing between you but sweat and skin. Yummy, girlfriend.”

  Casey shuddered to think what their boss would say about his gym becoming the kind of seduction scene Lisa described. “Russ would—”

  “He’ll never know unless you tell him. Go for it.”

  Casey would, but… “I don’t know how to do it,” she blurted out when she found her voice.


  “Sure you do. Just go with the flow. Experienced men like breaking in virgins. Or so I’m told.”

  “So you’re told? Surely you were one, once.”

  Lisa shrugged. “I was fifteen and I’ve always thought he was a virgin, too, even though he never would admit it. That was a whole different scene than what I’m envisioning for you and McDermott.”

  “Sounds interesting.”

  “It wasn’t. The whole thing took ten minutes, tops. Jake pulled off the road just past the crossroads near my parents’ farm, and we did it on a blanket in the bed of his dad’s smelly pickup truck.

  “It’s funny. The most vivid memory I have of that night isn’t about losing my virginity. It’s about us being scared shitless every time a car passed by that we’d get caught.”

  What Lisa recalled was a whole lot different from having sex in the pool or spa, or on the gym floor surrounded by all those mirrors.

  Except for the possibility of someone coming along and catching them.

  Unfortunately the finale of the scene Casey envisioned featured Craig walking away in disgust when he realized she was a dud—a sexy shell with nothing inside but raw nerves and fading dreams.

  He might even laugh at her hopeless ignorance. She couldn’t stand it if he did that.

  She grabbed her roommate’s hand. “Help me. I’m not fifteen, I’m twenty-four years old. Naive won’t cut it. I want to turn him on, not—”

  “Not leave it all up to him?”

  “Exactly. You’ve got to tell me what men like.”

  “Okay. But I still say all you need to do is what comes naturally. Come on.”

  Casey stood and followed Lisa into their tiny kitchen. “What are we doing in here?”

  “We’re getting these.” Lisa opened the refrigerator and fished out two good-size cucumbers.

  “Remember the old cliche, ‘A picture is worth a thousand words?’ If you’re determined to fool him, this ought to do the trick. Listen up. I’m going to show you how to really get him going.”

  “Huh?”

  She pressed the smaller cucumber into Casey’s hand. “These, girlfriend, are make-believe cocks.”

  “Are they this big and hard?”

  “Some aren’t, but I’ve seen bigger.” Lisa stroked her cuke and grinned. “Bigger is better. Trust me.”

  Casey’s belly burned where Craig’s erection had burrowed in during their dance. She stared at the dark green vegetable in her hand and felt heat migrate to her cheeks as she made some mental calculations.

  The real thing would dwarf the cuke unless she missed her guess. “Better let me practice with the big one,” she told Lisa.

  “Okay.”

  Her cheeks on fire, Casey clutched her cucumber and watched Lisa lick hers as if it were a cherry lollipop.

  “What? Why’re you doing that?”

  Lisa reached the stem end of the cucumber and gave it a noisy slurp. “I never met a man yet who didn’t like to have his equipment played with. You try it.”

  “Try licking the cucumber?”

  “Squeeze it. Watch out, not too hard. Don’t want to damage the merchandise. Now lick a little. Taste him but don’t bite.” Lisa paused and demonstrated her technique.

  “Come on, you can do it. Pretend it’s him. Swirl your tongue around. Now give him some suction. Love him with your mouth. And lap up the pre-cum that’s bound to bead up in the slit at the very tip of his cockhead. He’ll love it.”

  The thought of getting this up close and personal with Craig’s hard cock scared Casey half to death. It also got her insides to tingling again, the way they’d quivered when he kissed her goodnight. Maybe she could after all…

  She took a tentative swipe at the cucumber with her tongue. “Ouch. This thing has bumps.”

  “Don’t worry. He doesn’t. But wait.”

  Lisa set down her cuke and hurried out. When she came back a minute later, she set a box of condoms on the table.

  “One of these ought to take care of the ouch. Besides, you may as well get some practice, putting them on. Smart women never let strange cocks into their pussies unless those cocks have on a condom.”

  She fished out a small square packet and tossed it Casey’s way.

  After several false starts and a good bit of teasing from Lisa, Casey got the condom rolled onto the cucumber. She stifled a giggle. “Maybe I ought to name it.”

  “Craig?”

  “Not! How about Mr. Big?”

  “Whatever floats your boat. I’m calling mine Mike.”

  Lisa smiled when she named her current boyfriend, then swirled her tongue along the length of her cucumber and pretended to lap the imaginary pre-cum she’d mentioned off the rounded tip.

  “Okay, girlfriend, follow the leader,” Lisa said when she came up for air.

  Casey gave Mr. Big a tentative swipe with her tongue. He wasn’t bumpy now.

  “Feel better?”

  “Uh-huh.” Casey tried to ignore the damp slippery feel of the lubricated condom against her lips and tongue.

  “Now, take him all the way in your mouth like this, and swallow.”

  Casey did. And following Lisa’s example, she sucked and licked and practically swallowed her cucumber whole. When she imagined it was Craig she was loving this way, juices started flowing from her pussy.

  Maybe she could do this after all.

  Half an hour later, Lisa proclaimed Casey expert in the art of giving a man pleasure.

  As she lay in bed later and stroked her swollen clit, she imagined taking Craig in her mouth…or her wet, empty vagina. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment when her stomach muscles clenched and more hot juices flowed onto her busy fingers. Closing her eyes, she let the feelings grow, expand, take her on a sensual journey.

  The tingling feeling in her belly intensified, then diffused, leaving her with a gentle sort of twinge that didn’t quite cut it. There had to be more to orgasms than this.

  She had the feeling there would be, if he were there. He wasn’t, though, and as much as the idea turned her on, she knew she’d never dredge up the nerve to kneel in front of Craig and do to him what Lisa had taught her to do to that cuke-in-a-condom.

  Well, maybe she could if it was dark. After all, the last thing she wanted was for Craig to realize she was as green as Mr. Big.

  * * * * *

  The next morning Craig stared out his kitchen window with scratchy eyes, fighting off an urge to unzip his pants and take his aching cock in hand.

  There was nothing he could do to relieve the eyestrain, and he didn’t have time to take care of the hard-on that wouldn’t go away.

  The smell of brewing coffee filled his nostrils as he stared at the array of how-to sex books that had kept him up all night.

  The woman riding her lover on the cover of the volume in front of him looked a lot like Casey. Hell, every woman in the illustrations looked like her. And every man reminded Craig of himself.

  His fingers itched to explore her supple body. He wanted to massage her feet and stroke her gently behind her knees the way the author of that little book had suggested.

  Could he really turn her on that way?

  With any luck, he’d find out tonight.

  Funny. Mouths and boobs—hell, every guy over the age of twelve knew you kissed and groped boobs awhile before moving on to insert hard, hot cock into tight, wet cunt.

  But he’d never considered until now the erotic pleasure he could give and receive by touching a woman’s soft, smooth skin in other places. Now he itched to stroke Casey from head to toe, explore every inch of her delectable body.

  The smell of wisteria blossoms would surround her, add a sweetness to the heat as he followed the path his hands blazed with his mouth.

  He’d have her begging. And he’d give her all she wanted.

  Sweat broke out on his forehead. His balls were ready to burst.

  And he had to be in court in less than an hour.

  * * * * *

  By noon, Cra
ig had decided he could easily become a sex fiend. For the first time since he’d begun working as a prosecutor, he’d damn near sympathized with a defendant.

  Still aching with unrelieved lust, he’d felt for the guy he tried this morning for solicitation. He’d sympathized when the defense attorney begged the jury to understand how long his client had gone without a woman.

  As he stood around outside the courtroom waiting for the verdict, Craig hoped to hell his empathy hadn’t been evident to the jury.

  “Hey Craig. Waiting for a verdict?”

  State Attorney Wells’ voice boomed out from down the hall. The man wore a self-satisfied grin, so Craig figured he must have scored a hit in the murder trial he was prosecuting.

  “Yeah. Shouldn’t be too long now. How’s your case going?”

  “Fine, fine. Done any research yet on the Ranger case?”

  “Some.” Craig wondered if the all-night perusal of the books on his kitchen table counted as research.

  Wells cracked him on the shoulder. “Good. Don’t you go crazy now. Can’t have you losing sleep before the competition.”

  “I won’t.”

  Any sleep he lost would hopefully be sacrificed in a sexy personal trainer’s bed. Or a pool deck or hot tub.

  His cock begin to stir. Again.

  The bailiff caught Craig’s eye. “Jury’s coming in,” he said.

  Wells lifted his hefty briefcase and waved Craig away. “Go collect your conviction, son. I’m counting on you.”

  With any kind of luck, Craig wouldn’t let his boss down. Attaining his own career goals depended in large part on keeping the egotistical Harper Wells satisfied for the next couple of years.

  He sure as hell didn’t intend to spend his whole career prosecuting two-bit lawbreakers like the poor horny jerk now quaking at his lawyer’s side and listening to the guilty verdict that would raise Craig’s conviction rate another notch.

  No way.

  Before three years were up, Craig intended to be choosing among lucrative partnership-track offers from several of the big criminal defense firms like the one where his opponent was now slaving away as an associate.

  A killer conviction rate and plenty of press coverage in the next year or so would buy his ticket to success. Success he hoped would finally wipe the sad, defeated smile off his mother’s face.