Confessions of a Litigation God

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“So find out,” she says simply.

“Kind of hard when she’s in another man’s arms,” I point out. Although, if I really wanted to, I’d just go cut in and take her away from him.

“So get rid of him,” she suggests, again simply. “Seriously Matt… it’s not like you to sit back and wait for things. ”

Melody has a point, and with her egging me on, an idea comes to mind. Simple won’t work, but devious will.

“Excuse me,” I say to Melody as I stand up. Pulling my phone out, I step away from the table and flip through my contacts. Finding the one I need, I hit it and wait for an answer.

“This is Abe Gettner,” he answers on the third ring.

“It’s Matt Connover. I finally got some authority from my client on the Sellani case. If your client can pay a million, half in a structured settlement, the other half in cash, they’ll settle. But they want an answer within fifteen minutes. Otherwise, deal is off. ”

“Shit,” Abe gripes. “Fifteen minutes? And why aren’t you calling Cal? This is his case. ”

“I don’t have his number,” I tell him as I stare at Cal and Mac dancing twenty feet from me.

“I’ll give it to you,” Abe tells me, but I cut him off.

“No, I don’t have time. I’m out on a date right now. Just pass the message along and give him my number. If I hear back from him in the timeframe, we have a deal. ”

“Matt… that’s practically impossible,” Abe grumbles. “You know our clients are in London and it’s… three in the morning there. ”

“Then I suggest you get Cal hopping on this. It’s a good deal for you and you know it, and your clients may be in London but that’s still only a phone call away. Trust me, with this deal I’m offering you, they won’t mind being woken up. ”

I don’t wait for an answer but disconnect the call. Abe Gettner is the co-counsel on the Sellani case with Cal, but Cal’s lead chair. All settlement offers have to go through him and that should keep him busy for a while.

And I only need five minutes with Mac.

“Do you mind getting lost for a little bit?” I ask Melody with a charming smile as I take my seat again to resume watching Mac.

She returns it and pats me on the cheek. “If my little “fuck ‘em and leave ‘em” Matt is falling for a woman, hell yeah, I’ll get lost. This is monumental. ”

“Stuff it, Melody,” I say with affection as I watch her stand and walk gracefully away from the table.

The song ends and I watch Cal lead Mac back to the table, his hand resting on her lower back. Mac flicks her gaze at me once, but then otherwise looks around the room… looking everywhere but at me.

Right on schedule, just as soon as he pulls Mac’s chair out for her, Cal’s phone rings. He pulls it out, frowns, and then says, “I’m sorry… this is an urgent call. Excuse me. ”

Cal hasn’t even walked five paces away when I’m standing and grabbing Mac’s elbow. “Let’s dance. ”

She doesn’t struggle or deny me, but I didn’t expect her to. Regardless of the way things crumbled between us, there is still an insane attraction. Plus, I’m her boss. Not like she can say no, right?

When I reach the dance floor, I turn and pull her into my arms. One arm goes around her waist, and the other takes her hand in mine, where I rest them against my chest. She drapes her other hand over my shoulder and because there is still a little bit of a gap between us, I pull her in until her body touches mine. The move causes her eyes to darken to the color of emeralds.

“Where’s Melody?” she asks, her voice a little raspy.

“Off powdering her nose or whatever it is that you women do when you have to go to the restroom. ”

“I believe it’s called peeing. I’m sure she’s just peeing,” she says with a grin, and just like that… there’s the Mac that has me captivated.

“Ah… Mac,” I say longingly. “I’ve missed your crazy humor. ”

I’m not sure what is so special about what I just said, but Mac pushes in closer to me… close enough I can lean my head slightly and put my cheek to her temple. It’s intimate, and it suffuses me with peace. We dance quietly for a few moments, but then I feel compelled to tell her, “You look amazingly and fantastically gorgeous tonight. Every woman in this room pales next to you. ”

“Even Melody?” she murmurs and although I can’t see her face, I can feel the teasing smile she’s wearing.

“Even Melody,” I tell her adamantly, but then add on, “By the way, she’s just a friend. We went to law school together. ”

Her head pulls back so she can look at me, and her tone is a little chastising. “So, you’re saying I look better than just… ‘nice’?”

I laugh at her silliness. “That’s all I could say to you in mixed company. I don’t think anyone would understand an employer calling his employee ‘amazingly and fantastically gorgeous’. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Totally agree,” she whispers with a smile, and then pushes back in closer to me again. My heart flips over and when her body touches mine, you know what starts twitching in you know where.

Leaning my head down, I put my lips near her ear. “Mac?”

“Hmmm?” she asks, sort of dreamily.

My voice is urgent and raw once I commit to the words. “Leave with me right now. I need you, and it’s killing me not to be with you. ”

She jerks in my arms and pulls back to look at me. Heat ripples across those gorgeous irises and her mouth is slightly parted in astonishment. For a brief moment, I think she’s going to say yes, but then she sort of shakes her head. “I can’t… I’m here with Cal. ”

I take a quick peek over at our table, and Cal isn’t back yet. Melody isn’t coming back because she’ll stay gone until I tell her otherwise.

Turning back to Mac, I urge her. “Make up an excuse. ”

She blinks at me in confusion. “Like what?”

Releasing her hand and touching my fingers to her jaw, I suggest. “How about fake a bout of diarrhea? I heard that worked well with Lorraine. ”

Mac’s eyes practically bug out of her head in surprise. “What? How did you know?”

I c**k an eyebrow at her and chuckle. “Everyone in the office knew about it, and people think you are incredibly clever. ”

Flashing me her pearly whites, she starts laughing. “It did work nicely. ”

Mac in a sexy dress is tormenting me. Mac in a sexy dress and laughing in delight… it’s killing me. I release my hold on her, turn her toward the edge of the dance floor, and push her along. Leaning down, I murmur, “Now go. Make an excuse. I’ll ditch Melody and meet you at your apartment. ”

She spins on me, her eyes flicking in between my own, trying to determine if this is for real. I want to take her hand and press it up against the erection that is forming so she knows… yes… I’m not f**king around right now.

My chest almost explodes in joy when she nods at me with a smile. “I’ll meet you at my apartment. ”

She turns to head off, to look for Cal, I assume. Reaching out quickly, I grab her hand so she looks back at me. “Don’t plan on getting any sleep tonight, Mac. We have a lot to make up for. ”

Even in the low light, the only ambience from candles and dim chandelier lighting, I can see the shudder that quakes Mac’s body. I also feel it… because the thought that my words cause her to tremble makes me tremble in response.

I’m going to have her again… tonight, and I don’t know that I’ve ever looked forward to anything more in my life. It’s like that feeling you get as a kid, on Christmas morning. Except, there’s an erection involved for me.

I make a hasty goodbye to Melody. She wishes me luck, and then kisses my cheek. I haven’t seen Mac since we parted ways, but I did get a glimpse of Cal, still on his phone over at the bar, nursing what looks like a Martini. I snicker to myself because it will take him way longer than fifteen minutes to get authority to settle. Bet he didn’t see his evening ending this way.

The cab ride to Mac’s apartment seems to take forever, but a glance at my watch shows only twenty minutes. The elevator ride seems to take just as long.

Then I’m knocking, and she’s opening the door, and her eyes are already filled with lust as she looks at me. I don’t know why she’s letting me back in. I’ve not done anything to really deserve her giving me a second chance. But I’m sure as hell not going to question her actions right now.

I step over the threshold toward her.

She takes a step back, her chest rising and falling a little faster.

I take another step toward her, and she steps back again. Reaching out, I shut the door behind me, and then shrug out of my jacket. As I drop it to the floor, I take another step in her direction and she backs up again.

She wants a cat and mouse game? I’ll give it to her, because I do not mind hunting her down.

I back her up, clear across her living room, taking off my tie and dropping it casually to the floor. As I start loosening my first cuff link, she abruptly stops. Her eyes stare at me intently, her breath now coming in short pants.

She’s panting, just because of the thought of me f**king her, and that makes my erection go full salute. Just knowing she wants me that much.

I take one more step and then I’m standing just a fraction of an inch from her body, staring down at her face as it tilts up at me. We’re not touching anywhere, yet I feel her all over me. I can practically taste her, and we haven’t even kissed.

“First time’s going to be quick,” I warn her, because there is absolutely no way I can wait a moment longer to get inside of her. It’s been ten long days without sex… yes, but it’s been ten long days without Mac, and that’s inflaming my lust just as much.

“Works for me,” she murmurs, licking her lower lip, and I can’t help the low groan that comes out.

Reaching down with both hands, I fist the material of her dress and drag it upward. No time to figure out how to get her out of it. I drag my hands all the way up past her waist, bunching the material there.

Looking down, I can see just a hint of black lace at her hipbone and I curl my fingers up under the edge, hooking onto it tight. With a sharp pull, Mac jerks, and the material shreds like tissue. I let it flutter to the floor and stick my hand right in between her legs.

She’s so f**king warm… so f**king wet. I drag my fingers over her, back and forth, the movement covering the shaking of my own hand. When she moans, I can’t control it any more.

Bending over, I lift her up, placing my hands under her na**d ass as she wraps those long legs around me. I take three steps and pin her against her living room wall with my torso. Our faces are just inches apart, but we haven’t kissed. Her breathing is rough but so is mine, and I know it’s about to get rougher.

Keeping one hand under her ass for balance, I reach down with my other and do a one-handed miracle on my button and zipper, opening them up efficiently and pulling my c**k out.

It’s vibrating with need, weeping in anticipation.

I tilt my hips, line up, and then I’m shoving my way inside of Mac’s body. She’s wet and willing, but she’s tight as f**k, and it takes a couple of twists of my h*ps before I sink all the way in and feel her conform around me. She lets out a sigh of blatant pleasure, and she has a satisfied smile on her face.

The feeling of being inside of her body is overwhelming. It’s better than ever before, and I’m inundated with the need to drive myself into a frenzy.

“God… you feel so good,” I tell her, my teeth clenched in an effort to maintain control. I bury my face in her neck and inhale her scent… honeysuckle and warm, wet female.