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Legal Briefs (Lawyers in Love #3) Page 26
Author: N.M. Silber

It was an act, not just of passion, but of desperation. He held me tightly against him, hands traveling up and down my back deliciously. I buried my hands in his hair, holding his head firmly, trying to reach every inch of his mouth with my tongue. This was more than a kiss; we were devouring each other ravenously like starving animals. All of our pent-up frustration and need came flowing out like a geyser. I could feel Adam’s heart beating against me. My spine was tingling, my ni**les felt tight and I had the sensation of hot lava flowing from my belly down between my legs. Suddenly, he pulled back, leaving me panting.

“We can’t stay here. First of all there’s not enough room for everything I want to do to you, and secondly, there are cameras everywhere and I don’t want us to become  p**n  stars.” I nodded and he put it in gear and backed up, thus beginning one of the most harrowing car rides of my life.

“Adam, aren’t you driving kind of fast?” I asked nervously as we weaved in and out of late-night weekend Philadelphia Center City traffic.

“The speed limit here is flexible,” he answered tersely.

“Flexible? I’ve never heard of a flexible speed limit.”

“It’s something new they’re trying.” We turned a corner, tires squealing. Suddenly, up ahead I saw a woman with what looked like a buffalo on a leash.

“Dog walker!” I exclaimed in a panic as he moved to the left. “Bicyclist!” I cried out as he moved to the right. Suddenly, we were on the other side of the road. “Adam, I don’t think you’re supposed to drive over those medians.”

“That’s just a suggestion.”

“A suggestion? Hey! This is a one way street!”

“We’re only going one way,” he answered, gripping the wheel.

“Adam, that was a red light!”

“It was yellow.”

“All those stopped cars you drove around didn’t think so. Bus!”

Somehow, we made it back to his place alive. I had a feeling Mr. Assistant District Attorney might regret his liberal interpretation of Philadelphia traffic laws in the morning, but right now he had one thing on his mind and it wasn’t moving violations.

“Adam! You need to go back and shut the car door or somebody’s going to rip off everything you own!” I informed him as he hauled me by the hand toward the elevator.

“Okay, go and push the button so it will be here when I get back,” he ordered. I went to the elevator and pushed the button. By the time I turned around again he was beside me. What was he, a track star?

“Where did you leave your jet pack?” I asked, astounded.

The elevator doors opened and he practically dislocated my arm pulling me into the car. I wound up with my back against the wall and Adam pressed against my front as we threw ourselves into another torrid kiss. I grabbed his hair and he bit my lip and then sucked it. How hot is that?!

The doors opened on his floor and we stumbled out, somehow managing not to separate for even a moment. We made it down the hallway to his apartment, bouncing off the walls like pinballs, our tongues never leaving each other’s mouths. We were inside in seconds. Houdini never opened a lock that fast. He finally broke away for a second.

“I know I said I would undress you slowly…” he began, out of breath. I stepped back, unzipped my dress, yanked it off and threw it to the side. I stood there in my black panties, thigh-high stockings and heels. He froze for a second. “Holy f**k! Oh baby, nice rack.”

We flew at each other so quickly and so hard that the impact looked like a NFL moment and we literally fell over the top of the couch together, and still holding each other tightly and kissing frantically we rolled off the side and hit the floor. Adam landed on top, of course.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“I’m conscious. Don’t stop.” He pulled himself up, though, helping me up with him.

“Let’s go to the bedroom or one of us is going to have a bad case of rug burn tomorrow.” He pulled me by the hand behind him so quickly my feet barely touched the floor.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I growled as soon we cleared the bedroom door. I started frantically trying to undress him.

“Careful with my tie! You’re cutting off my air flow.”

He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks and I went to work on the rest of his lower half as he removed his jacket and shirt. I had his belt open and his pants around his ankles in no time flat. I was right, incidentally, boxer briefs.

“Adam,” I panted. “I promise you, we can be sensual and erotic tomorrow. Right now, though, I really just need you to f**k me.”

“I think this relationship is going well so far,” he said, breathing heavily, as he ripped my pretty little black lace panties off. “I’ll replace those.” He urged me over to the edge of the bed and sat me down, gently pushing me back. I kicked off my heels and propped myself up on my elbows so I could look at him as he reached down and peeled off my stockings. He stepped back and let his eyes drag over my bare body inch by inch. “Fucking gorgeous,” was all he said. Then he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his briefs and the blood rushed out of my head. Apparently, other body parts needed it more.

“Adam,” I muttered with awe, eyes fixed on the big, beautiful, surprise he had been saving for me. “There’s so much of you to like.”

He gave me a cocky smile, (no pun intended), and let me take my time enjoying the view. Adam’s not really the shy retiring type. Then he stalked toward the bed with an almost predatory look, lay down on his side next to me, and leaned over to begin gently biting the sensitive skin of my neck while his hand skimmed along my hip, across my belly and up to my aching breast, which, to my delight, he began cupping and kneading.

My breath started coming in harsh little spurts and I threw my head to the side and ran my hands over his hard pecs and abs, over his shoulders and biceps, his muscular back, his wonderfully tight ass. It seemed like neither one of us could get enough. It was like we both wanted to touch each other everywhere at once, like we only had a few minutes to explore everything we could reach.

As his warm skin and the smooth, hard, hills, planes and valleys of muscle slid under my fingertips, I knew I was losing it fast. There couldn’t be a whole lot of blood left in my brain at that point. He started trailing open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, reached over and took my hand, guiding it to his cock, gently squeezing and letting go.

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