LawyersinLove_Bundle

by Ann Jacobs

  “Craig?” she called as she pulled on her bikini.

  “Out here.”

  Casey followed the sound of his voice and found him on the patio, stacks of paper anchored under seashells on the small umbrella table. A gentle breeze ruffled his hair.

  She bent over, braced her hands on his shoulders, and strained to read whatever it was he’d written on that legal pad in a bold, slashing scrawl.

  Claims sex addiction.

  “Sex addiction? What does a lawyer need to know about mental illness?”

  “The defendant claims he went temporarily insane because his wife cut him off.” Craig turned, rubbed a gritty jaw against the back of her hand.

  “So you’ve got to prove that’s not true?”

  “Yeah. Trouble is, when I’m with you I’m not sure he’s that far off base.”

  “You don’t mean that.”

  “Yeah, I do. You have no idea how much I wanted to stay in bed with you instead of putting this case together.” He turned around and pulled her onto his lap. “Wanna go make love?”

  She laughed and gestured toward his notes. “Exactly what is sex addiction?”

  “According to the experts it’s the way some people’s sexual behavior becomes the major coping mechanism they use to handle stress.”

  “And what if they just use sex for fun?” She blew on his earlobe, then nibbled it.

  His cock twitched visibly inside his shorts, letting her know it was interested. Sexually interested. “Apparently most people manage to keep their sex lives in perspective. For the sex addict, though, his sexual behavior is apparently something he can’t stop for any length of time without suffering some sort of mental trauma. So say the shrinks.”

  “And this has what to do with your case?” Somehow sex addiction didn’t sound like a subject that would often come up in court.

  “Have you heard about the Road Rage Ranger?”

  Who hadn’t? The guy had plowed into some poor woman’s SUV on I-275 a month or so ago. Intentionally, if the reporters had it right. “I’ve heard about him.”

  “He’s the defendant I’m trying next week. He’s claiming temporary insanity. Claims he rammed that woman because his wife refused to have sex with him.”

  “So is this Ranger guy a sex addict?”

  “He may be. But I don’t think so. I know If I were defending him, I wouldn’t want to have to argue that sexual frustration drove my client legally insane—crazy enough to commit assault and battery on a stranger, whether he used a car or a gun.”

  “Insanity means a person doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong, doesn’t it?”

  “Basically. The legal definition is fairly narrow. Defendants don’t often get verdicts of not guilty by virtue of temporary insanity.”

  Casey brushed her lips across his cheek. “I take it you plan to get the man convicted.”

  “Yeah. It’s a high-profile case. The victim’s related to a state senator, which means there will be press coverage. Not that there wouldn’t be reporters looking for a story because of the nature of the crime alone. It wouldn’t be good for me if Ranger’s lawyer gets him an acquittal.”

  She took that to mean Craig didn’t need her distracting him. Standing, she told herself she could ignore being horny, and dismiss the cramping complaints from her pussy that apparently could care less about her lover meeting his professional obligations.

  “Forget about your own sex life, then. Get busy. I’m off to bake on the beach awhile before it gets dark.”

  She hadn’t gotten ten yards toward the water when Craig tackled her from behind. “Come back here. Preparing my case can wait. Right now I want to feed my Casey addiction.”

  * * * * *

  If he were addicted, then she was, too. Addicted to feasting her eyes on his long, lean, very naked body…his gorgeous laughing eyes…his talented hands and mouth. Especially his tongue. And his big, hard, mouthwatering cock that made her pussy feel so good.

  “Like what you see, baby?”

  “What? Oh, yes.” Casey’s cheeks grew warm. She’d been ogling Craig, and from his amused tone she figured he knew it. “I like it a lot,” she said, making herself look him in the eye as she tossed away the top to her swimsuit.

  “I like you, too. Wanna have some fun?”

  “Uh-huh.” Meeting his challenge, she dropped her bikini bottom and stepped up close enough that she could reach out her hand and stroke his broad chest…or the hard male flesh that seemed to be growing bigger right before her eyes.

  “Then lie down, close your eyes, and don’t move a muscle. I’m going to make you feel good. Real good.”

  “Oooh.” Eager for whatever it was Craig had in mind, Casey did as he told her. Deprived of sight, she found her other senses suddenly more acute. The feel of the satin sheets, cool and smooth where they brushed against her back, the salty but not unpleasant smell of the Gulf tickling her nostrils. Even the sound of her breathing and his was amplified in the darkness. A creak and a rattle told her he was fishing in his bag of toys.

  Though he didn’t say a word, she knew from the faint sound of flesh brushing satin and a slight shift of the mattress that he’d just joined her on the bed. Reflexively she reached out to him, but he stilled her hands.

  “I said, be still. Don’t think, baby. Just feel. Trust me. You’ll like what I’m about to do.”

  Though he hadn’t restrained her physically, Casey made herself be still. If Craig said she’d like it, she trusted that she would. Trusted him. “Okay,” she said, setting her hand down by her side.

  She sensed him looking at her, felt the heat of his gaze. His breathing was slow and steady, like a well-trained marathon runner’s. Warm and damp against her breasts…her belly…her mound.

  “Cute,” he murmured, nuzzling the heart-shaped patch of hair. “Did you do this for me?”

  His breath set off tiny vibrations on her mound that quickly migrated to her pussy. “Mmm-hmmm,” she said through lips she dared not open.

  “I like it. A lot.”

  She felt his fingers ruffling the little heart, his breath moving down her leg. Heat radiated from her toes when he sucked them into his mouth one at the time, and that heat intensified in her pussy when he moved up, spread her legs apart, and nibbled the sensitive spots just above each knee.

  The feel of her nipples hardening, of her own slick juices sliding from her pussy to ease his way, the rasp of his unshaven cheek against her labia had her wallowing in erotic sensations, wanting more.

  A sharp buzzing noise invaded the silence, then softened. “What?” she asked.

  “Be quiet. Enjoy.” His breathing seemed more ragged now as he lowered his head between her legs.

  Her clit twitched, anticipating the touch of his tongue. Then something cool and rigid buzzed against it. The sensation was…arousing. Too arousing. It made her jump nearly out of her skin.

  “Sorry, baby.” Craig’s tone conveyed regret.

  The buzzing slowed again. The touch of Craig’s velvety tongue soothed her swollen flesh while he slid the vibrator into her sopping pussy inch by inch.

  When it found and buzzed against a particular spot, she practically climbed out of her skin. Between that and the delicious things he was doing with his tongue, she thought she’d die of pleasure. “Oh Craig,” she gasped as another wave of sensation coursed through her body.

  “Found your G-spot, huh?” After that satisfied sounding comment he went back to sucking her clit.

  Even the noise of the buzzing and suckling seemed to trigger more explosions deep in her belly. As yet another orgasm took her breath away, he pulled away, turned her onto her stomach, and stuffed something squishy under her hips.

  His breath blew warm against her buttocks. Then, incredibly, he ran his finger around her puckered anus and even that excited her. “Someday you’re going to want me here, too,” he said. “But now I’ve got to get my cock inside your sweet, wet pussy or I’ll die.”

  The h
air on the outsides of his thighs tickled the inside of hers. The sound of foil tearing and the brush of his hands against her butt when he rolled a condom on made her pussy weep with wanting him to fill her. His ragged breathing filled her ears.

  And he filled her to the hilt. No gentle probing, no tentative thrusts. His big, hot cock sank in her all the way, nudging her G-spot with every stroke. Casey had come and come and come before, didn’t think she could come anymore, but he proved her wrong.

  His spasming, spurting release triggered another climax that left her limp and panting. And, paradoxically, yearning for more.

  * * * * *

  Except for those few hours yesterday afternoon when he’d worked on his case against Ranger, Craig and Casey had spent nearly every waking moment on Sanibel Island making love. As he pulled up in front of her apartment Sunday afternoon, she wished the weekend didn’t have to end. “Want to come up for a while?”

  He turned off the engine, then reached over and squeezed her thigh. “Is your roommate home?”

  His hand moved higher, and his fingers found her pussy through her flimsy silk panties. Since they’d made love, he touched her more intimately more often. She liked it a lot. Apparently he’d set aside his stuffy lawyer inhibitions or at least shoved them aside for the time being.

  “Yes, she’s here. I think her boyfriend is, too.” Lisa’s little red Toyota was in its usual parking spot, and Casey thought she recognized Mike’s silver SUV across the street.

  “Come on. I want to meet the woman who taught you how to—” he leaned close and whispered, “—suck cock with a cucumber.”

  He pulled a lever and the convertible top started to come up.

  Good thing. Her cheeks were already burning. She didn’t need to soak up dying rays from the setting sun. She’d get back at him, though. Make his big, delicious cock so hard he wouldn’t be able to get out of the car.

  “Want some now, big guy?” She slid his zipper down and cupped his balls through the skimpy dark-green briefs she’d watched him put on earlier. “I bet you do.”

  Predictably his flesh hardened. She licked her lips.

  “Stop it,” he said, but he flexed his hips as if he wanted more.

  The tip of his cock popped out of his briefs, and she rubbed her thumb over the hot velvety skin, spreading the drop of lubrication that oozed from the dimpled slit.

  Her mouth watered, so she bent and kissed him there.

  Now he stopped her. He lifted her head, set aside her hand, and zipped up as fast as Casey imagined the firemen would when the alarm sounded at the station house down the street.

  Before she could put her hands on him again, he grabbed them. “There’s a time and a place—”

  She silenced him with a kiss. “I know. It’s…I just don’t want this weekend to be over.”

  “It won’t be unless you get us tossed in jail. You do have some private space up there, don’t you?” He gestured toward the apartment building.

  “My bedroom.”

  “Let me guess. Your roommate won’t mind if we excuse ourselves and take a nap.”

  He got out, then leaned inside to get her bag.

  Casey opened the passenger door and looked over at Craig. “She probably wouldn’t. But I’d be embarrassed.”

  He laughed. “You? Did I trade the sexy lady who’s blown my mind ever since I saw her for her shy little twin, somewhere on the way home?”

  “No, but—”

  “Want me to bring along the vibrator?”

  He stuffed a handful of condoms into his pocket and reached back inside his duffel bag. “Casey?”

  She could practically hear the hum, feel the gentle vibrations in her pussy. “M-mmm?”

  “Remind you of something?” Grinning, he held the device up where she could see.

  “Oh, yes.” She gave his cock a gentle squeeze.

  “Come on. Let’s go play.”

  She wanted to. But— “I’ve never had sex with a man in my apartment.”

  “I know. Until day before yesterday you’d never had sex, period.”

  Her cheeks burned as she followed him up the sidewalk. Sooner or later, maybe she’d be able to take this all in stride. While she fumbled in her purse for keys, the door burst open and Mike stormed out. From the scowl on his face, she guessed Lisa must have slammed the revolving door on yet another lover.

  “Is this not a good time?” Craig asked.

  Casey shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. Let’s see.”

  She poked her head into the living room, found Lisa staring out the window. “Lisa? You up to company?”

  “Sure. I bet your weekend was better than mine.” Her roommate’s smile looked a bit anemic.

  “I bet it was, too. Craig, come on in. You two know each other from the gym, don’t you?”

  Craig shot Lisa a smile. “Hey there. Thanks for giving Casey the lessons with the cuke.”

  “My pleasure.”

  “No, the pleasure was all mine. Believe me.”

  Lisa frowned. “I’m glad somebody had some fun. Excuse me. I need to go pout in private.”

  This didn’t sound like the usual Lisa post boyfriend-of-the-month. Casey watched her roommate’s back until she disappeared inside her room.

  “Trouble?” Craig asked.

  Casey nodded. “Lisa’s the queen of casual relationships. Seems as though this one might not have been as superficial as she thought.”

  Casey imagined how she’d feel when Craig walked out that door for good. Worse than when Buck had left her practically at the altar.

  “Casey?” Craig nuzzled her neck.

  “What? Oh, my room’s right next to hers.”

  “Worried that she’ll hear you moan and whimper?”

  She nodded. “Could we just say good-night out here?”

  “Sure. I need to finish prepping the Ranger case anyhow. I’ll miss you. Go console your roommate.”

  * * * * *

  Sex wasn’t addictive. He could do without. He was proving it right now. He didn’t like it, though.

  Wishing he were in bed with Casey and that her roommate’s boyfriend had picked any other night to pick a fight, Craig sat at his kitchen table and stared at the outline of his opening statement for the Ranger trial. The pot of coffee he’d brewed when he got home was down to one last cup of sludge. And the sun was coming up outside.

  All he could think about was Casey. The way her soft, full breasts filled his hands. The heady smells of old-fashioned wisteria and sexy modern woman that she’d imprinted on his brain. And remembering the tight, wet heat of her cunt gave him an instant hard-on.

  Hell, maybe sex was addictive after all. If it weren’t, he wouldn’t be hard and aching after just—he glanced at his watch—twelve hours and thirty-five minutes of celibacy.

  Still, he wasn’t feeling homicidal. Or even violent. Just horny. And not for just any woman. He only wanted Casey.

  He unplugged the pot and poured the last of the coffee. Its bitter taste nearly choked him. Maybe a shower would help. And breakfast somewhere, anywhere he didn’t have to fix it. McDonald’s, maybe.

  As icy needles of water pummeled his body, it came to him. His weekend feast of fucking hadn’t diluted his need for a whole lot more of it—at least not yet. But it had given a face and body to that need.

  Craig needed Casey in his life as well as his bed. Not just now, but for the foreseeable future. If he weren’t mistaken, he’d say he’d gone and fallen in love.

  * * * * *

  “I miss you, baby.” His deep voice sent shivers down her spine and hot juices gushing from her pussy.

  “I miss you, too.” Casey’s fingers tingled when she set the phone back in its cradle. Craig’s brief call made her day.

  “Your favorite hunk?” Lisa asked, glancing up from the paper when Casey came back to the table to eat her toast.

  “Uh-huh. He’s going to pick me up from work tonight. I may stay over at his place.”

  “I take it you’re
not a virgin anymore and that sex with the lawyer is good.”

  Lisa sounded…different. Brittle, as if her composure was about to crack.

  “You’re right. And sex with Craig is incredible. Lisa, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  Unshed tears made Lisa’s eyes look huge in her elfin face over nothing? Casey didn’t buy it. “What happened with Mike?”

  “I blew him off.”

  That didn’t make sense, considering Lisa’s obvious blue funk.

  “Why, for God’s sake, if doing it was going to make you miserable?”

  “It would have hurt me worse if I’d waited until he dumped me.”

  “What makes you think Mike would have dumped you? He seemed crazy about you.”

  “They’re all crazy about me. At first. But eventually they walk away. That’s men. Every man from fifteen to ninety-five. Leaving women’s in their blood.”

  Was this Lisa, who attracted men the way flowers attracted bees? Lisa, who picked and chose and then discarded guys a lot of women would die for? Casey had a hard time believing this woman was her super-savvy roommate.

  “So you told him to hit the road?” she asked.

  “More or less.” Lisa stifled a sob. “He was getting to mean too much to me.”

  The way Craig was getting to mean too much to Casey?

  No. In spite of her experience with Buck, Casey couldn’t let herself believe that no relationship could last.

  “If you really believe all men are bastards, somebody must have done a number on you.” The words slipped from Casey’s throat before she could call them back.

  Lisa wiped the back of her hand across her reddened eyes, then met Casey’s gaze. “Somebody did.”

  “When?” Certainly not in the three months Casey and Lisa had been sharing space.

  “A long time ago. It doesn’t matter.”

  Obviously it did, or Lisa wouldn’t be sitting here mourning Mike. She wouldn’t have sent him packing in the first place. Not if she cared about him.

  “And if you believe that—”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  But Casey needed to hear.

  And she had a feeling Lisa needed to let loose whatever she was holding deep inside. “Come on, you can’t toss out a juicy tidbit and jerk it back before I even get a bite. Spill it. All of it.”