Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 52699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“Because you are. I’m not making it up.”
“Okay.” He didn’t try to deny it. “I’ll work on it.”
“I’ll retract my request to be an intern in the morning.”
“They were never going to allow that.” He smiled. “Nice try, though.”
“Even with me being okay with the pay decrease?”
“Anyone who passes the bar exam isn't allowed to be an intern at the firm,” he said. “That’s just how it works. If you’re interested in being our new barista, though, we might make an exception.”
I held back a laugh and plucked the stopper with my toes, letting the water begin to drain.
Damien moved back as I inched back against the tub.
He watched me step out and put on a robe, but he didn’t let me tie it shut. Instead, he bent down on his knees and pressed his mouth against my pussy.
He gripped my ass to hold me still, and I grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Blowing against my clit, he slid a hand between my thighs, gently teasing me with the pads of his fingers.
“I love you…” The words tumbled out of pleasure, not feelings, and he blinked a few times.
“I…I didn’t mean that,” I said. “I was just caught up in the moment.”
He was still blinking.
“I barely know you,” I said. “I was just—It felt really good and I’ve never had that done to me before now and I was—”
“I’ll see you at the hearing this evening, Miss Tanner.” He saved me from myself.
“Yes. I’ll see you there.”
I tapped my fingers against my kitchen counter, staring at the clock as the seconds ticked toward my departure time.
I can’t believe I dropped a love bomb on Damien during sex.
I didn’t think I would ever live that down, and I was determined to avoid making eye contact with him for as long as possible.
Opening the door, I stepped back at the sight of Damien.
“I wasn’t lying about meeting you there,” I said. “I’m leaving now.”
“It’s cancelled.” He held up his phone. “They sent an email about it an hour ago.”
“Oh. Well, good.” I avoided his gaze. “Did you leave something?”
“No.”
“Thanks for letting me know about the cancellation.”
“You’re welcome.” He tilted my chin up with his fingertips, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“You didn’t need to send me a million texts apologizing about what you said.”
“I sent you nine.”
“It was nine too many,” he said. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, because I think you simply left off part of the sentence… I believe you meant to say that you love fucking me.”
“I do…”
“I love fucking you, too.” He kissed my lips and lifted me by the waist.
I wrapped my legs around his hips as he walked me through the living room and to my balcony.
I moaned as he slapped my ass.
“Do you want this dick?” He pushed into me deeper.
“Damien…”
He filled me. “Tell me. Tell me you want this dick.”
“Yes…I want it.”
He fucked me and I relished in the idea of our voyeur, knowing that if anyone looked up, they’d see him controlling every part of me.
I came apart screaming, but he didn’t give me a chance to recover. Without a second to catch my breath, he pulled me down to the ground.
“What are you doing?” I rasped.
“Showing you how many orgasms you can have in a day.” He pushed my legs open. “Lay back on the ground.”
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DAMIEN
Elizabeth said a lot of strange things during sex, and I was convinced that her previous times with her boyfriend were more about his pleasure than hers. She was so tight and responsive to my touch, it was almost like she hadn’t had sex before
For some strange reason, she'd been unreachable since I left her place. All of my phone calls were going straight to voicemail, and she had yet to reply to my emails.
After another failed call, I stepped out of my car, armed with files, and suddenly Andrew moved in front of me.
“You have a really big problem, Damien.”
“Only one?”
“I’m being nice by ignoring your bright white suit jacket,” he said. “Did you steal that from a mafia boss?”
“Dry cleaning made a mistake. What’s going on?”
“Pro bono cases,” he said. “You haven’t done any this year.”
“How is that a problem?”
“I had Jessica check the backlogs and noticed that you haven’t done any since we started this firm.”
“My mentor once said, ‘The best lawyers never work for free.’”
“That was before he started a firm.”
“Now that you mention it, I liked him a lot better back then.”
He smiled, but he didn’t let it stay. “You need to do at least five, Damien.”
“I’ll give you two.”
“It needs to be something above board, so don’t pass it off to anyone else.”
“In that case, I’ll give you one.”