The Bridgewater Case

by R. C. Martin

  She slides her hand up, her fingertips grazing my cock, and it jerks to life. Stealing a kiss of her own, she then whispers, “As soon as we get upstairs, I’ll thank you properly.”

  I don’t waste any time getting out of my seat, and the grin she’s wearing when I hurry around to open her door makes me that much more impatient. I take her hand and shut the door behind her, locking the vehicle with a click of a button as I walk quickly toward the elevator. As we ascend, she presses into my side so she can kiss and lick my neck. It doesn’t take long for my erection to make my pants unbearably tight, the desire I’ve been forced to keep at bay since this morning now unmanageable. I grab Sigourney’s hand to place it over my crotch, and she moans, giving me a squeeze as she pushes up against me even more.

  When we’ve finally arrived to the forty-ninth floor, I’m half tempted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her the rest of the way, but I resist. Fortunately, in spite of her high heels, she manages to keep up with me as I stalk through the office, anxious to reach my private elevator. As soon as we’re inside, I pin her against the wall, smashing my mouth against hers in a hard, unyielding, wet kiss. She opens up for me instantly, tangling her tongue with mine and circling her arms around my shoulders. She tastes so good, I can hardly bring myself to pull away from her when the doors open with a chime.

  Taking hold of her chin, I keep her head still, staring straight into those fucking green eyes as I instruct, “I want you naked. Hair down. Heels on.” She nods as much as my hold will allow, and I kiss her once more before muttering, “Go.”

  I step out of the elevator after her, the doors hissing closed behind me as I stop and watch her. She drops her purse first, tossing her coat onto the couch as she passes. She’s halfway to the bedroom when her sweater hits the floor, and I can hardly catch my breath when she discards her bra. Now at her destination, she glances at me from over her shoulder, a coy smile curling her lips as she disappears into the bedroom.

  Fuck me.

  I don’t wait. Walking further into the room, I disrobe completely, leaving my suit piled on top of her coat and the rest of my belongings in a heap on the floor. Buck-ass naked, I grab hold of my dick, stroking it slowly as I follow after my woman. When I enter the room and see her standing there, I squeeze my cock harder, fighting a groan.

  Wearing nothing but her black heels, her hair falling down her back, she stands naked in front of the windows. I’m sure she’s watching as the snow continues to fall, but that’s not what turns me on. It’s her boldness. At this height, with that glass, nobody can see us—but that’s not the point. The point is, she doesn’t give a shit, and that’s sexy as fuck.

  “Turn around. On your knees.”

  Without a word, she does as I say, and my nostrils flare as I pull in a slow, deep breath. I take my time crossing the room, willing myself to remain in control of my need to be inside of her. Those stunning eyes stay glued to mine the entire time. Her parted lips let me know that she’s excited, her breaths coming in quick succession.

  “Will you moan for me, Sigourney?” I ask, now looking down at her as she kneels right before me.

  “I want you,” she whispers with a nod.

  “Fuck,” I breathe as she opens her mouth wide. I don’t hesitate to slide my length between her lips. The second her tongue makes contact with my dick, I free a long groan.

  She takes control from the start, wrapping one of her arms around my thigh while she grabs the base of my shaft with her opposite hand. My chest heaves with my breaths as I watch her bob her head, sucking and licking me like I’m better than a goddamn truffle. At the sound of her moan, I clench my jaw closed tight and bury my fingers in her silky, thick hair. She feels unbelievable, and I’m barely hanging on to my restraint.

  When she pulls away from me to take a breath, she strokes me with her hand. Then she lifts my length to suck on my balls, and my head falls back as my eyes drop closed.

  “Hell, yeah,” I grunt, wondering why the fuck we haven’t done this before.

  Taking me into her mouth again, she swirls her tongue around my head, and I can’t hold back anymore.

  “Hold still, baby,” I demand, tightening my grip in her hair.

  I thrust my hips back and forth, taking what I want—what I need—and she moans again. With both of her arms now curled around my legs, her fingers splayed just below my ass, she surrenders to me, letting her eyes fall closed.

  Wanting to see her, I bark, “Look at me. I want to see those gorgeous green eyes when I come down your throat.”

  Her fingers dig into my skin at the same moment her eyes snap open, and I feel it as my balls start to rise, preparing for my release. As I pump in and out of her faster, she must sense that I’m close, because she sucks me harder, hollowing out her cheeks.

  “Sigourney,” I groan, my pleasure sending a rush up my spine. I pull one of my hands from out of her hair, slapping my palm against the window behind her as I lean into her, my dick swelling before I spill my seed into her mouth.

  She sucks me dry, swallowing every last drop, and I jerk my hips a few more times before I slip my semi-hard cock from between her lips. Earlier, I imagined what it would be like to have her on her knees, precisely like she is now—but what just happened exceeded my expectations. Now, even more aroused than I was before, I bend down and grab her underneath her arms, lifting her to her feet. She whimpers when I crush my lips against hers, taking hold of my biceps when I pry her mouth open with my tongue.

  I don’t kiss her long, wanting more than the taste of her mouth. Yanking my face away from hers, I turn her around, holding on to her hips as I bring my chest flush against her back.

  “Hands on the window, babe. Spread those legs for me.”

  “’Kay,” she murmurs, reaching in front of her.

  A greedy growl crawls up my throat when she props herself up against her forearms and arches her back, pressing her ass into my groin. I lightly smack the side of her cheek, and she whimpers, pressing into me harder.

  “I’m so wet.” Her announcement sounds more like a plea, and I grin as I sink down to the floor. Sitting on my ass, I dip underneath her pussy, and tip my head back. I feel her shiver when I graze my fingertips along the backside of her legs, tickling her behind her knees. She bends them in response, lowering just enough for me to tease her, and I lick her swollen clit.

  “Dane,” she whines.

  “Ride my face, Sigourney.” Flatting my tongue over her entrance, I lick my way along her slit, tasting the evidence of her desire. “Fuck,” I grind out, pleased to find her just as wet as she implied, and tasting like one hell of a dessert. “Take what you need, baby. Ride me.”

  I clap both hands against her ass cheeks, grabbing hold of her and spreading her open as she hesitantly rocks her hips across my mouth. I touch the tip of my tongue to her entrance, baiting her, wanting her to own what she wants, and she plays right into my hands. It’s not long before she’s grinding against my face, thrusting and rolling her hips in an effort to satisfy her need. Her enthusiasm feeds mine, and I suck and lick with all the fervor my woman deserves on her birthday.

  “Dane—oh, shit, shit, shit!” she cries, dropping a hand to fist her fingers in my hair as I suck on her clit. “Don’t stop. Please! Oh, my god—yes.” Each word she speaks grows higher in pitch until she goes completely silent, her body trembling above me. She lets go of my hair, smacking her hand against the window as she rides out her climax.

  My dick now fully erect, I lap up her arousal, enjoying the sweet sound of her residual moans as she pants for breath. After I’ve had enough, I peek up at her from between her legs, flashing her a mischievous grin when she looks down at me.

  “You still enjoying that snow?” I tease.

  Giggling, she looks out the window for a second, and then brings her gaze back down to meet mine as she replies, “Yeah. I think you should come up and watch it fall with me.”

  I kiss the inside of her thigh, and then duck my head fr
om between her legs as I stand; but when I extend my arm and plant my hand beside hers on the glass, it’s not the snow I’m looking at. Lining my dick up with her entrance, I plunge inside of her pussy before pressing my other hand alongside hers, caging her in—my focus directed entirely on her reflection.

  On her perfection.

  My Sigourney.

  Fuck—my Sigourney.

  I FORGET ABOUT the snow when he drives into me with his thick, hard cock—stretching me open and filling me to the brim. My eyes droop closed and my jaw falls agape as I gasp, arching my back and pressing my ass against him in encouragement. He feels incredible.

  I’m so wet, I can hear it as I coat him in my arousal every time he pounds into me. The sound turns me on even more, and I start to feel a little wild with desire. I want to give him everything, and I want to take it all. Moving my hands, I grab hold of Dane’s wrists, gripping onto him as I match his thrusts with my own. He grunts when our skin slaps against each other, our combined force upping the intensity of the moment. I can’t silence my giggle when he drives up into me even harder, his excitement causing him to give me exactly what I need.

  My breasts bounce and sway as our bodies collide, and they start to feel heavy, as if begging for attention. Letting go of one of his arms, I grab hold of myself, rolling my left nipple between my fingers. I’m so focused on what I’m doing, I don’t realize Dane has moved his hand until I feel his fingers pressed against my clit. My eyes fly open, and I look out at the snow, my second orgasm rushing to the surface unexpectedly.

  “Baby, you’re—you’re—” I lose my words as I mewl, abandoning my breast as I clamp my hand around his arm, now pressed across my lower belly. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I announce, unable to stay silent as my release begins to blossom inside of me. Pure bliss ripples throughout my entire body, and I feel like I’m on fire.

  When my knees grow weak and I start to lose my balance, Dane pulls out of me, catching me around the waist. He then unceremoniously hauls me across the room and drops me on the bed. I flop onto my back, brushing my hair out of my face as I gaze up at him. It isn’t until I notice his hand pumping his length that I realize we’re not finished yet. Excited at the prospect of yet another orgasm by this man on my birthday, I don’t even wait for his instruction. I flip over and lay on my stomach. Propping myself up on my elbows, I spread my knees wide and cast a questioning look at him from over my shoulder.

  His blue eyes darken as he crawls into bed behind me, and I watch him as he rubs his dick along my ass before guiding himself between my legs again. Even though he was just inside me, it feels like he’s back where he belongs after being gone for too long. Unlike before, he rolls his hips slowly, filling me deliberately. I admire him as he stares down at our connection, and it sends a thrill through me. Each stroke is like a declaration of possession—it’s a reminder that I’m his—and it takes my breath away.

  When he looks up at me and sees me watching him, he leans down and captures my lips in kiss. It’s so deep and sensual, I’m overwhelmed by it, and yet I don’t want it to end. Lifting my arm from the bed, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, signaling that I’m not ready for him to go anywhere, and he groans as he indulges my kiss.

  It’s not long before his thrusts start coming harder and faster. He parts his lips from mine, but doesn’t pull away from my hold. Instead, I feel his every panting breath as he loses himself in the moment. I can’t tear my eyes away from him, not wanting to miss it. I love to watch his face when he comes. It shouldn’t be beautiful, but it is—every time.

  “Fuck,” he grunts, one of his hands clamping down on the side of my hip. He holds me steady, even though I’m not going anywhere, and takes all that he requires. When he finally reaches his climax, his muscles locking him in place inside me, I feel it as he swells and twitches with his release. A long groan fills my ears, and then he plasters his chest against my back, burying his face in my neck.

  He licks and kisses me there, making me giggle before he slips his cock from my center.

  “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  After he kisses my shoulder, I lose the weight of him from behind me. I fold my arms across the bed and lay my cheek on top of them, resting my eyes while I wait for him to return. Thinking back over our evening, I smile to myself, acknowledging how damn happy I am.

  “Roll over, babe.”

  With a contented sigh, I do as I’m told, rotating until I’m on my back. I pull my lower lip between my teeth when I see Dane’s got a wet rag in his hand, and I try not to moan in relief when the warm cloth makes contact with my center. After he’s finished cleaning me up, he folds the washcloth and sets it on his nightstand before returning to the foot of the bed. He slips my heels off, gently discarding them on the floor, then holds out his hands for me to take. I curl my fingers around his, allowing him to help me to my feet. When my body is flush against his, he leans down to kiss my nose and then walks around me to turn down the sheets.

  As is becoming my habit, I slip between the silk material completely naked, and he follows after me. He lifts his left arm, inviting me to snuggle against him, and I accept. However, before I do, my eyes flick down to catch a glimpse of Lady Justice on his side. Teasingly, I trace my fingers over the tattooed skin and confess, “Maybe we should consider switching places. Sleeping over here always leaves another woman between us. It makes me a little jealous.”

  Smirking, he reaches over and pulls me down into his arms, ignoring my suggestion. I cuddle against him with a laugh but no further protest. Then he surprises me as he offers me an explanation I never anticipated.

  “I knew, even before I started law school, that if this was the career path I chose, I’d be getting into bed with the law. She would become my first love. In a way, I was prepared for her to be my only love.”

  Recognizing this as one of the rare moments where Dane lowers his guard and gives me a piece of himself, I prop myself against his chest and dive into his stunningly unique blue eyes. He circles his thumb around the small of my back, and I get lost in all that is him as he continues.

  “Lady Justice was my father’s first love. My mother was his second. Money became his third. I watched their marriage fall apart as all three of them competed for the largest piece of his heart. When I got older, I understood his appreciation and respect for the law. I understood his loyalty to it. I even valued his commitment to it. Now, I’d be blind not to see his greed has robbed him of even that.”

  Scrunching my brow, I try to piece together what he’s telling me. “So, your tattoo was inspired by your father?”

  “No. My tattoo was inspired by a promise I made to myself—that I would never lie to a woman about my relationship with my work. It’s important to me. It’s who I am. It’s what I do. If you get into bed with me, you are also getting into bed with Lady Justice.”

  “Your first love,” I whisper reverently.

  “Yes.”

  We both fall silent as we stare into one another’s eyes. I wait for his guard to go back up, all the while soaking in every second that it doesn’t. When I get the impression that he’s still in this moment with me, I whisper, “In a way, Lady Justice is my first love, too. I’ve wanted to be a lawyer since before I came to the conclusion that maybe penises could be fun.”

  He smirks at me, reaching up to sweep a bit of hair behind my ear. My belly flutters in response.

  “Anyway, I just mean to say—I get it.” A grin spreads across my face as I fight the urge to laugh at myself. “I suppose, if there ever was a threesome I’d be willing to commit to, sharing you with the lady of the law would be all right. Besides, she only ever gets to listen.”

  Laughing, he grips his hand around the back of my neck, drawing me close as he lifts his head to deliver a kiss. “You’re something else, you know that?”

  I hum my response as he closes his mouth around mine, and my stomach clenches when he teases my lips apart with his tongue. He kisses me so wel
l, he turns me on all over again. When he uses his strong arms to pull me on top of him, my legs falling open on either side of his hips, I sigh into his mouth at the feel of his semi-hard cock between us.

  “Baby,” I whisper, hiding my face in his neck as he grabs hold of my ass and rubs my wet center over his shaft.

  “Get me hard again, Sigourney, and we’ll give Lady Justice another show.”

  I laugh into his neck, but I don’t deny him. I take over, smearing my arousal along his length until he’s fully erect—and then I ride my man, giving Lady Justice one hell of a song.

  IN THE MORNING, while Dane is in the shower, I finally get a chance to listen to the birthday message Ellery left me yesterday. When I reach the part at the end, where she tells me she hopes Dane steps up to the plate to be her stand in and make my day extra, extra special, I don’t even attempt to conceal my grin. My body now aches in the most marvelous ways. We were up so late, I’m certain it’s going to be a long day—but it was worth it. It was more than worth it.

  Best birthday ever.

  Given that I’m sure I’ll need my coffee more today than any other day this week, I force myself out of bed. I enter the bathroom and head straight for the shower, opening the door to join Dane. He’s just finishing up, and as he wipes the water out of his eyes, he twists his neck to find me at his back. Without a word, he turns and presses a hard kiss against my lips.

  “Morning,” he mumbles before delivering another.

  “Morning,” I whisper in reply.

  “Shower’s all yours.”

  He smacks a hand against the side of my ass, making me smile before he steps out of the stall. By the time I’m finished washing, shaving, shampooing, and conditioning, he’s already in the closet getting dressed for the day. I brush my teeth and moisturize my face, walking in on him as he stands at the mirror, knotting his necktie.

  It’s officially been a week of the two of us living together—and yet, even still, watching the man dress stops me in my tracks. He’s so unbelievably attractive and debonair, it’s hard to believe he’s really mine. After he’s finished with his tie, he turns and catches me staring but doesn’t say a word about it. Instead, he simply curls his lips into a sly smile—making him look even more devilishly handsome—and shrugs on his suit jacket.