Misadventures with a Lawyer

by Julie Morgan

  With my other hand, I fingered her pussy, and Ainsley was close to becoming unglued.

  “More,” she groaned and rolled her head back. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, and her nipples grew harder while chills raced across her body. She was going to shatter soon.

  Ainsley was close to orgasm. She just needed a harder push. As I flicked her clit with my tongue, she began to come on my fingers.

  I pushed and pulled my finger in her ass, and while doing so, I removed the ones inside her core. Ainsley needed one hard fuck, one moment, that one over-the-edge hit to send her flying. She’d never had sex in her ass, but after this morning, she would beg for it.

  I sat up on my elbow and looked up to her, meeting her gaze. “I told you I want to hear my name on your lips.”

  “Yes,” she groaned and bit her lip. “I never knew ass sex could feel like this.”

  “Baby, this isn’t ass sex. This is only playing.”

  She groaned again and opened her legs even wider. “Fuck me, Chase. Fuck my ass.”

  I smirked and continued moving my fingers. “Be careful what you’re asking for. You’re not quite ready for that yet, baby. Soon, I promise.”

  “I need to come, please, Chase.”

  I moved my finger in a circular motion in her tight hole, in and out, in and out. I moved it faster and harder. Ainsley gasped. Her legs shook and her hips bucked. Moving faster against her, I went from moving gently to pounding my hand against her ass.

  “Fuck yes, Chase. Oh, hell, oh, my God!”

  “Let go, baby. Just let go.”

  And she did. Ainsley shattered and arched her back. Honey creamed from her pussy and coated my hand. She was a goddess, and her giving herself to me like this, it was exquisite. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed…and I still wanted more.

  I pulled my finger free from her and sat up to look down at her. “Good morning,” I said with a smirk.

  She grinned and laid an arm over her face before giggling. “Good morning.” She peeked at me from under her elbow. She had a mischievous smile on her lips. “It’s your turn now. I want to taste you. I want you to fuck my mouth.”

  My brows rose. “Well, I won’t say no to that.”

  She sat up and leaned toward me. “I could wake up every morning like this.”

  A pain in my chest erupted. I wasn’t sure if it was the truth clamping on my chest or guilt for knowing I may not be able to give her what she wanted. Because I wanted her. Hell, I needed her. Why was it now that I realized it and not when she first started working as an intern at my firm? Was I that shallow of a bastard?

  Yes, yes I was. Hello, Chase. Meet your ego, you self-centered son of a bitch.

  I pushed my self-hatred thoughts to the side and moved off the bed. I stood while Ainsley repositioned herself sideways across the mattress. Her head lay tilted over the edge of the bed, and her naked body was like a beautiful piece of art before me.

  She reached for me and grasped my thighs, pulling me close to her. My cock touched her lips, the pre-come smearing across her mouth. She opened for me and pulled me even closer.

  How in the hell did this woman even exist?

  I didn’t deserve her, did I? Fuck no, but I would work to earn her and the right to call her mine.

  My dick slid inside her mouth, and when she closed her lips around my length, I groaned, pleasure rocketing down to my balls. Reaching down to her neck, I cradled her head and then began to push in and out, thrusting against her mouth. I felt the back of her throat and moved faster, more erratic. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, I forgot it was her mouth I was fucking and not her pussy.

  My balls tightened as my own orgasm was coming. “Fuck, Ainsley!”

  She groaned around my cock, and the vibrations sent me over the edge. I came hard and hot, and she didn’t hesitate to take it all.

  I grunted one final thrust. I pulled free from her mouth, and she rolled to her side. I pressed my palms into the mattress and glanced over to her.

  She sat up like the lady she was, and with the tip of her finger, she dabbed at the corners of her mouth.

  I chuckled and moved next to her as she stood. She ran her hands through her hair and then met my gaze.

  I held it for a moment, looking into her hazel eyes. There were specks of gold and white in her irises. Her lids were framed with long black lashes. Her lips were slightly swollen and beautiful.

  “Come on and clean up with me,” I said.

  She grinned with a nod.

  I took her hand and led the way.

  I wasn’t sure how long Ainsley and I were in the shower, but it was long enough that the hot water began to turn cold. Maybe it was time for a tankless heater. Never-ending hot water sounded perfect right now.

  I stepped out first and towel-dried my body. I hung a towel over the glass shower door for Ainsley and watched her body through the fogged glass of my shower. She was so different from the women I normally found myself with, and this was quite possibly why I was completely attracted to her.

  Many wanted what they couldn’t have, but once they had it, the want and need diminished. But this wasn’t the case. I’d had Ainsley now, and it felt like I couldn’t get enough of her. She matched my personality in many aspects and was one of the few who would call me on my shit.

  And I respected her for that.

  Most women I took home clung to every word I said, but they were only pretending to understand what I was talking about. I could have said the King of Pluto was coming to visit, and they would have believed me. There was never a connection on an intellectual or emotional level, and sex without emotion would never be more than just sex.

  Sex with Ainsley was more.

  I couldn’t quite put my finger on it yet, but some heavy feelings were involved. I couldn’t call it the L-word. Frankly, that word freaked me the fuck out. The only woman I’d ever loved was my mother. I once thought I could have loved Patricia, but she had been more in love with my money and social status than me.

  The shower was still running, so I left the bathroom to give Ainsley a few minutes to herself. I was wrapping a bath towel around my waist when my doorbell rang.

  Who would be here this early? There was the annual charity event coming up soon, so maybe someone was bringing information by? I was a supporter, after all.

  I quickly threw on some boxers and khakis and made my way to the front door. I peeked through the peephole to see who it was, but a manila envelope blocked my view. I gritted my teeth.

  With a sigh, I opened the door, and on the other side was Patricia. I gritted my teeth even harder. “What are you doing here?”

  She pushed past me and walked into my home. “I have the tickets for us to the charity event.”

  “You’re not welcome here, Patricia. You need to leave.”

  I kept the door open and stood next to it. Was her name still on the list the guard shack had? I would need to update that immediately.

  Her eyes went from my face, down my body, and then back up again.

  I felt completely exposed.

  “As I said, I have the tickets for us to attend,” she said. “We are going together, Chase. Don’t deny me this event. It’s huge, and all the right people will be there.”

  “No, Patricia. I’m not going with you. You need to leave, now, before I call the police to have you escorted out. You’re now trespassing.”

  “Oh, come on, baby. You miss me. I miss you. I still love you, Chase.” She made her way over to me and tried to push against the door to close it.

  I kept my hand on it. “You need to leave. How many more times do I need to tell you I don’t want you here?”

  She then laid her hands on my chest and pushed up on her toes. “You miss my mouth on your dick, don’t you?”

  “Get the fuck out. Now.” I grabbed her by the arms and held her back. “Goodbye, Patricia.” I moved her toward the door, and she wrangled out of my grip.

  “Damn it, Chase! Don’t do this.
You and I belong together. We’re both eager to win all the cases that come our way. We’re winners, you and me. We fight for what we want, and I’ll fight for you until there’s no fight left in me.”

  “Is that what you told Mitch?”

  She growled. “Damn it, Chase. Don’t you see why I’m here? I accept you, flaws and all.”

  “What’s going on?”

  Patricia and I both turned to find Ainsley stepping out of my bedroom.

  Ainsley’s eyes widened when she saw me shirtless with Patricia’s hands on my bare chest.

  I quickly moved out of Patricia’s reach. “You need to leave, Patricia. Now.”

  “Why is she here?” Patricia asked. “Fucking the help?”

  I grabbed her arm and led her toward the door.

  “How dare you,” Ainsley yelled toward her. “You don’t know me or why I’m here.”

  “Oh, don’t I, though?” Patricia returned. “Oh, did Chase tell you why he became a lawyer?”

  “Patricia, don’t,” I warned her. “You need to go.”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact, he did,” Ainsley said. “Now, I think he’s asked you a few times already to leave.”

  Patricia’s eyes widened. “Did he tell you about his secret from high school?”

  My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. I never wanted to relive that moment. Telling Patricia about my past had to have been the worst mistake of my life. I had no idea she was going to hold it over my head.

  “What?” Ainsley asked. She looked at me and then back to Patricia.

  “In high school, Chase took some girl out on a date and ended up being accused of rape. What do you think happened, Ainsley? Was he completely innocent, or did he abuse his power? You know, his pretty face, all that money, nothing to lose while others might have everything to lose… Does any of this feel familiar to you right now?”

  I fisted my hands by my sides. I didn’t care if Patricia was a woman or not. I pushed her out of my home and slammed the door.

  With a sigh, I turned back to Ainsley. Her face was no longer the peaceful calm image of the woman I woke up to this morning. No, now her face grew redder by the second. Her arms shook, and she closed her eyes.

  I took a few steps toward her. Before I reached her side, she held a hand up.

  “No. Don’t bother.” Her voice was low yet demanding, like a trainer working with her dog.

  And in this scenario, I was absolutely the dog.

  “Ainsley, please let me explain.”

  She opened her eyes and met my gaze. I felt a heat coming from her stare, and it wasn’t welcoming or warm.

  “I would never hurt anyone vulnerable, Ainsley. The girl dropped her case immediately, and my name was cleared. Patricia is right about one thing only. That is what caused me to pursue a career in law.”

  Ainsley didn’t say anything. She turned, went back into my bedroom, and closed the door behind her.

  I was locked out of my own bedroom. This was not how I expected this day to turn out…at all.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ainsley

  I held on to the bedroom doorknob for a moment and closed my eyes.

  Numb… I was numb, but I felt my mind spiraling. My stomach lurched, and I pressed my hand over my mouth. I ran as fast as my feet would carry me to the bathroom and heaved over the toilet. Nothing came up since I hadn’t eaten or drunk anything, but it didn’t stop me from trying.

  Everything came rushing at once. From the time I started work at Chase’s firm to the moment his ex walked out of his home, it all came crashing down.

  I was that woman. I’d fucked my boss. I’d fucked my motherfucking boss.

  I dry heaved again. Once it passed, I pulled at the toilet paper and blew my nose. My body shook as I began to cry.

  Who am I?

  This wasn’t me. I would never make such a mistake that it would cost me the career I had always dreamed of and was just starting to build.

  If it weren’t for his ex catching me here… If it weren’t for Chase being so incredibly hot… If it weren’t for me drinking that fucking Scotch that night…

  This was all my fault. I had no one to blame but myself. My chest ached with the realization of what had just occurred, and I longed for the magic pill that would allow me to turn back time.

  “Ainsley?” Chase was at the bedroom door.

  “Go away.”

  Where would he go? I was at his house, in his bathroom, attempting to lose myself inside his toilet. If my parents could have only seen me now, they would have been so disappointed in the person I’d become.

  “The heart wants what the heart wants,” my mother once told me. Her voice echoed in my mind over and over, like a broken record.

  “Ainsley, I’m going to come in,” Chase warned.

  I tossed the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed it. I wiped at my eyes, removing the evidence of my tears. He didn’t deserve to see the pain he’d caused. He didn’t deserve to see me at my worst. Chase didn’t deserve me.

  The bedroom door opened, and tentatively, he stepped through. His stance was stiff, like a man walking through a minefield in a war zone. I supposed, in a way, he was doing just that.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “No, Chase, I’m not all right.” I left the bathroom and gathered up anything of mine that could be shoved into my purse. I needed to leave and get him out of my sight. My skin began to itch, and my heart raced.

  “I’m sorry about Patricia—”

  “You don’t get to do that!” I yelled as I crossed the room to where he stood, finger pointed to his face.

  He frowned. “Come again?”

  “No, you don’t get to do that,” I started. Anger rose, and I felt the ammunition of it heat my cheeks. “You don’t get to tell me you’re sorry about the assbag who just graced us with her presence. You don’t get to feel sorry for yourself because we were caught fucking. You don’t get to sit here and pretend like I’m not your intern who just ruined her own career, Chase.”

  “Whoa, I don’t know what happened—”

  “I’m not done!” I shook my head and began to pace in his bedroom. Everything that had happened between us blew up in my face. “The night I wrote you that note was the worst mistake I have ever made. You are so fucking inconsiderate! Do you know that?” I stopped pacing and looked him in the eyes. “Let’s see if I can help you understand what I see, maybe give you some perspective. I worked my ass off to get to where I am. I shaved a year off college by doubling up. I built a strong reputation for myself, and look where that got me. It’s ruined, Chase. It’s all for nothing.”

  “Ainsley, stop, please. Let me talk.”

  “No.” I stepped into his space. We were almost nose-to-nose, and his scent invaded me. Hell, he smelled so good. I wanted to devour him—angry sex to show him what he did that was so wrong. But it wasn’t him, not all of it. Most of everything that happened was because of me. It was that truth that killed me, that hurt the most, that would haunt me the rest of my days.

  “Sleeping with you was a mistake, Chase. Giving myself to you was the worst thing I could have done. No one will ever take me seriously, and I guarantee you that whore-mouth ex of yours is calling everyone she knows right now to share that tidbit of news.”

  I turned away from Chase to pick up my purse, but he grabbed my arm.

  He turned me back to face him and cupped my face. He stared into my eyes and passed his thumbs over my cheeks.

  “Don’t do this,” he whispered.

  “It’s already done.” I pulled his hands away. “Don’t follow me,” I told him and turned away. I pulled my hair back and wiped at my face to remove any stray tears. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Chase before I left. I needed to get out of here, get space between us, and figure out my next steps.

  I knocked on the wood-grained door and waited. The door pulled back, and the familiar face I needed to see smiled at me. My trust, my safe space, my
home, my mom.

  I tried to smile, but everything I had been holding in came rushing out in an onslaught of new tears. Sobs broke free, and I covered my face, ashamed of myself.

  “Ainsley?” my mom questioned and pushed open the screen door. She pulled me into the safety of her arms. It was a place I loved to be, regardless of the circumstances. My mom’s embrace would chase away the nastiest demon and bring peace to anything I felt.

  I already felt better just by letting myself cry on her shoulder. She ushered me inside and closed the door.

  “Phil, put on some tea. Ainsley is here. We’ll be a few minutes,” my mom called to my dad.

  “You got it,” my dad called back. “Welcome home, baby girl.”

  “Come on,” Mom said and led me toward the guest bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Tell me what happened.”

  Mom closed the toilet lid, and with another sob, I sat down on it. I looked up to her and found her concerned eyes watching me. She had mended me from scraped knees to my first broken heart. She had been there to support me through my decision to go to law school and was always the voice of reason.

  My mother was my best friend, and I was scared to death that she would be disappointed in me when I told her what I’d done. And I couldn’t lose her friendship.

  But I had to tell her.

  “Mommy,” I started, and she lowered herself to her knees.

  She took my hands in hers and kissed my knuckles. “Talk to me, Ainsley. Let me help.”

  “I’m a horrible person,” I started and then explained what had happened with Chase, the note, and our tryst. When it was over, I looked into her eyes and was relieved to find concern, not disappointment.

  “Do you love him?” she asked.

  My bottom lip trembled, and I nodded.

  “Oh, honey,” she said and pulled me to her.