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Winning Appeal (Lawyers in Love #4) Page 15
Author: N.M. Silber

“Then I want you to come back to my place. I would really love to spend the night with you.” He paused looking pleased, and then went on. “I want to have a lot of time, and a lot of space and a lot of condoms. By the way, I’m healthy. You’re not on the…”

“No, but I’m healthy too, and I have a prescription for it. It’s actually in my desk at work.” He looked at me curiously and I shrugged. “I had my annual exam recently. Call me an optimist. So, what do you think?”

“What do I think? I think I love your optimism, and I think that we should go back to the office, and I think that I’m so happy right now I might cry.”

“I guess that means you would like me to fill the prescription,” I said and smiled. “It still takes a week, though.”

“I’ve been waiting since puberty. I can wait a week, but no sense wasting time.” He tossed down some cash on the table, grabbed my hand and led me toward the door. “We can stop off at a drug store after we leave the office,” he said over his shoulder.

“What’s the rush?” I asked when we got to the sidewalk. “There are tons of places open on Saturdays.

“But if you start tonight, we’ll be good to go by next Friday. And as I stated, there is no code provision against two nights in a row, so we can start a really great tradition even earlier.”

“Thank you counselor, and good thinking.” I was onboard with that plan. No more Friday night dates with a Chihuahua.

Chapter Eight

Mark

We were back at our building in minutes. We smiled and waved casually at the security guy at the desk, signing in and showing our identification cards, and then, we headed for the elevator and rode to our floor, listening to piped in mood music.

When we arrived, I punched in the alarm code to our suite and we entered, heading straight to Beth’s office. She sat down in her desk chair and dug through her drawer. When she found the prescription, she stuck it in her purse. Then she looked up at me. And kept looking.

I was sitting in her armchair, with my tie loosened and my shirtsleeves rolled up. I had a five o’clock shadow and my hair was probably half wild. No wonder she was staring. I must have looked like shit.

“What?” I asked.

“This code of yours… can it be interpreted liberally?” she asked sitting back, crossing her legs, and striking a contemplative pose. Immediately, my dick sat up and took notice.

“What do you mean?” I asked cautiously.

“Well, how do you define ‘sex’ for example?”

“How do I define sex?” I tried not to smile. “Remember the black wire and the computer port?” I couldn’t help teasing her. She was so damned adorable.

“So, if you don’t insert part J into part K, it doesn’t count?” Uh oh. I had walked into that one.

“Well, wait a minute, Mr. Clinton…”

“We’ve kissed and that was okay,” she pointed out, pushing her advantage. “I mean it was better than okay, but it allowable, even without date-like activity.”

“Are you negotiating with me?” Holy shit, this was hot.

“We’re here alone, and kissing is allowable,” she went on.

“The thing is Beth, kissing you is a particularly stimulating experience for me. It can get a bit frustrating after a while.” I was already headed for blue ball land after this little bargaining session.

“Well, what if while the kissing was occurring there was also some touching?” she asked in a throaty voice and I felt my dick twitch.

That was it. I was done. The one thing Braden had asked, that I not do. And I was about to do it. It wasn’t during work, though. It was after hours. That made a difference didn’t it? Make one last attempt, Mark. You owe him that.

“I don’t think it would be in the spirit of the code to hang out with you in a bar and then have you give me a hand-job as soon as we’re alone.”

“I think that it would, arguably, be a demonstration of your respect for me, and of your self-control, if we did touch each other, but you still didn’t actually insert part J into part K until tomorrow night.”

There was a moment of charged silence where we just stared at each other and then I conceded. If I was going to die, this was at least one hell of a way to go. “Are you sure you’re not a lawyer?”

She smiled, got up and walked over and shut the window blinds and turned on a small lamp on her bookcase. I got up and locked her door, went over and sat down on her loveseat, smiled and patted the cushion beside me. She wanted this and I needed this. I didn’t have to ask twice. She crossed the room quickly, sat down and reached up to bury one hand in my hair and run the other along my back.

I kissed her pretty demandingly, pushing her lips apart rubbing my tongue up against hers. She didn’t resist at all, just accepted me into her mouth and leaned back, pulling me with her. I knew I could have had her ten different ways at that moment, but I decided to stick with the plan and be as minimally sexual as possible, while still making sure we both got off, of course. I really am a gentleman after all.

There wasn’t much room to work with, but somehow we managed to semi-recline, while kissing and touching each other. I slid my hand under her blouse and ran it over the curve of her hip. Jesus, she felt good, so soft and warm. She was tall, but she was voluptuous. What a freaking great combination that was. I was so hard it was almost painful.

She squirmed and arched her back, so I moved my hand higher and slid it under the soft fabric of her bra. Oh man, her cup overfloweth. Her tits were perfect, exactly how I liked, full and heavy. I wanted to rub my … Okay, focus on her, Mark. The way she shivered and moaned into my mouth when I rubbed my thumb across the tip almost made me lose it.

Her hands traveled down and undid my belt and pants. I was just trying to stay in control. I desperately wanted to be buried deep inside her. She slid one hand under the waistband of my boxers, and wrapped it around my cock and I almost came right then. When she started moving her fist up and down, I groaned and started reciting baseball stats in my head.

Oh God, she was using just the right amount of pressure and just the right speed. I couldn’t remember this ever feeling so good. Nothing What a Boy Should Know prepares you for this. My head was getting fuzzy when I moved my hand away from her breast and pushed her skirt up. Sliding it into her panties, I discovered how ready she was for me. Okay, Mark, not going to fuck her. Not going to fuck her. Why not? Not going to fuck her!

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