Confessions of a Litigation God

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Not going to have her physically again.

I’m resolved.

But surely, there’s no harm in walking down to her office and seeing what she’s up to on this fine Saturday. I mean… she may have a question about the Jackson case or something.

I walk down to her office and step inside her open door. She’s immersed in some document she’s got in her hand, but she must sense I’m there because she turns her head slightly and when she sees me, she jerks in her chair.

Putting her hand on her chest, she laughs, “Geez… you about gave me a heart attack. ”

I smile at her in apology and walk all the way in, taking a seat opposite her desk. “Sorry. I was walking by and saw you… thought I’d say hello. ”

She grins goofily and waves her hand at me across the desk. “Hello. ”

Okay, no helping the f**king smile that comes to my face because… fuck, she’s funny. “So… how are you settling in?”

“Good. Everyone’s been really nice and helpful. ” She holds up a document and shakes it in the air. “I decided to figure out what the hell a biomechanical engineer is… a little light Saturday reading. ”

“I have some good articles for you to read. I’ll email them over to you. ”

“Great,” she says with a smile.

“How long have you been here?”

She looks down at her watch before bringing her gaze back to mine. “Oh… only a little over seven hours. How about you?”

“A few hours. I have depositions next week in Chicago in a complex litigation case I have to get ready for. ”

Mac lets out a huge, pent-up breath and sinks back into her chair.

“What’s with the long-suffering sigh?” I ask with my eyebrow cocked and my head tilted.

“Nothing,” she says, her voice sort of dejected while she messes around with some papers on her desk, refusing to meet my eyes. “I just can’t wait for the day when I can be a real litigator and handle depositions, go to court hearings, and make arguments to a jury. ”

“That takes time,” I reassure her. “But… how about you sit in on these depositions with me next week, watch how they’re handled, and I’ll have you handle some smaller ones for me after that?”

Fuck, why I offered that I have no clue. It would be absolutely idiotic of me to bring Mac to out-of-state depositions with me. I need to rescind that offer immediately.

Her head snaps up, and she looks at me eagerly. “Really? I mean, you don’t even know what type of lawyer I am. ”

Okay, so the eager look in her eyes is pulling on my heartstrings, and I swear, it has nothing to do with the fact that ninety percent of the time, just being near her is pulling on my dick.

“True enough. ” I agree with her assessment because I know diddly about her. “But there’s only one way to find out. ”

Mac leans forward in her chair, and I practically groan because her full br**sts sway against the tight t-shirt she’s wearing. “Thank you, Mr. Connover… I mean, Matt. Or Mr. Connover if that works for you. But just… thank you!”

Well, hell… the “Mr. Connover” just threw a bucket of cold water on my c**k and made me cranky. “It’s just Matt, okay? God knows I know you well enough for us to be on a first-name basis. ”

Mac’s eyes go wide since I’m blatantly mentioning our intimate time together—even after I specifically told her that we needed to forget it.

I stand from the chair and head to the door, changing the subject quickly. “Have you hired an accident reconstructionist on the speed issue in the Jackson case?”

“No. I wasn’t sure where to start with that. ”

Glancing at my watch, I decide I can give her a few more minutes. I walk back and stand near her desk. “I have to get back to work but show me the accident report really quick, and I’ll direct you where to go. ”

Mac scrambles up from her chair and rounds her desk. She needs to scoot in between her desk and me to get to the bookcase that houses several binders. She murmurs ‘excuse me’ as she tries to slide by me, but her butt grazes up against my crotch. It’s hardly a touch at all… almost as light as a breeze, but I f**king feel it straight through to my toes, causing me to hiss under my breath.

Mac quickly steps away and spins around to look at me with fearful eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. ”

The apology is way too late because lust courses through my bloodstream, causing my c**k to swell and my anger to rise that I react so quickly to just the tiniest of touches. My eyes close tight, and my hands curl into fists. My heart is racing and although I know she didn’t mean to do it, it enraged me all the same.

I open my eyes slowly and f**k… she looks turned on and scared all at the same time.

No power over my legs as they move one step closer to her. My voice is almost unrecognizable and comes out in a snarl. “I thought I could work in close proximity to you and be able to keep my hands to myself. Guess I was f**king lying to myself. ”

I wait to see if she bolts or at the very least talks some rational sense into me. She swallows hard and says, “I think—”

Nope. That sounds way too much like some rational words are getting ready to come out of that beautiful mouth. I cut her off by lunging at her, running one arm across the shit on her desk and sending it crashing to the floor, the other arm hooking around her waist. I briefly consider that someone else may be in the office, hear the noise, and come to investigate.

I couldn’t give a f**k at this point.

I bend her backward over her desk and say, “Don’t say a f**king word, McKayla. Just don’t. ”

Taking her face in my hands, I kiss her. I can’t go slowly. I can’t give her sweet. I can only give her hard and molten right now, but she eats it up. The kiss is f**king incendiary… off the f**king charts hot. I grind my pelvis into hers, and she moans. She palms my c**k through my jeans, and I groan. I reciprocate by squeezing her breast.

All great, but not enough. It will only be enough if I can f**k her, but a moment of doubt sizzles through me. This is wrong on so many levels.

Pulling away from her lips, I curse, “Fuck, f**k, f**k, f**k. ”

Her eyes are wide, unsure… still filled with desire. She’s not making it easy on me to do the right thing.

“We don’t have to—” she says, but my growl has her snapping her mouth shut. She was getting ready to bring reason into the mix again, and even though my conscience is telling me to listen up, it was apparently my dick that issued the growl that has her shutting up.

Um… yeah, okay. I’m going to listen to my dick.

Now, how do I want her?

Naked first.

I stand up and quickly take off her clothes, not taking any time to appreciate her surprised gasp. I push her so she’s splayed out across her desk. Her raven hair is fanned out and her green eyes sparkling. Her skin is so soft and I want to start there, but I really don’t have time. We’re in my law firm… my place of business. I need to get this done fast… get her out of my system really, and then be done with it.

My brain tells me to just pull my dick out and slam it home.

But my mouth waters with the thought of sinking my tongue into her first. Yeah… time is short, but there’s still enough to get her off. Remembering her cries of pleasure last weekend are like foreplay to me, so I’m going down.

Way down.

I pull her to the edge of the desk and throw her legs over my shoulders. I know my way around this part of a woman’s body—it’s my specialty so to speak. I don’t do a sweet seduction, but use my fingers to assuredly spread her apart and push my face into her. I’m rewarded with a very unladylike grunt from Mac.

God, she smells so good. Tastes so good. I’m absolutely drowning in her, yet I don’t ever want to come up for air. I give her the Matt Connover Special and hit her hard and fast. Not because I’m in rush to get my rocks off, but because I need to her hear cry out in pleasure again. I need to compare it to the other night, and make sure she’s still on board with me here. That she’s fully in.

Every once in a while, I pull my mouth away and say something extremely filthy to her.

I could suck on you all night.

I want you to come hard for me, baby.

Fuck, you taste divine.

She responds by moaning, then grabbing my hair and pushing my face harder into her pu**y as she grinds it against me.

I didn’t look at my watch when I started, but I doubt it takes me two minutes and then her entire body is quaking hard as she starts to come. Her legs clamp around my head so tight that my ears are ringing, but I keep my tongue going until I can wrench out every bit of pleasure possible.

And then some.

Yeah, when she shouts out—quite loud I will say—it’s sweet music to my ears. She loved the hell out of that but then again, so did I.

I pull away and stand up, dragging the back of my hand over my mouth to dry it off a bit. Mac is destroyed… her legs splayed apart, her chest heaving, her skin red from the chest up, which is a sure sign she had a Richter explosion. Damn… that is about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m pretty confident there’s a good chance I’m going to explode the minute I get inside of her.

So I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek, and focus on the pain while I unzip my pants to free my cock. I line up, slam in, and then bite down harder on my cheek until I swear I can taste blood. After a few moments, I think I have it under control, at least to where I can last more than a minute, and I start moving inside of her.

Need my mouth on hers… need that tongue against mine.

“Need to kiss you,” I groan after thrusting hard into her and put my lips against hers.

“Yes,” she pants into my mouth.

“So f**king sexy,” I murmur in between kisses. Oh my God. She is so f**king sexy.

“You feel so good,” she moans.

“Could do this all day… all night. ”

“Word,” she sings out, and I blink at her.

Once.

Twice.

Did she just say “word”?

I quickly put my face down into the crook of her neck so I don’t start laughing. Not the kill-a-hard-on type of laugh, because I’m still hard as a rock… close to letting loose, so starting to swell a little bigger. But the kind of laugh that is utter amusement, and it’s a foreign feeling to me. In general, in particular.

I don’t laugh a lot.

I never laugh during sex.

But damn if she didn’t just hit my funny bone, while I’m trying to f**k her into a coma.

I find it stupidly charming.

Time bleeds nowhere, and I let myself get sucked into the warm cocoon of her body while I push in and out of her sweet heat. This could become addicting, which is a thought that terrifies me. But what if I could have her all the time? Why would I ever want to give this up?

I can feel Mac starting to tremble under me again, and I let loose a little bit faster. My orgasm starts racing up my spine, and f**k… we reach that perfect nirvana together, our bodies both stiffening in pleasure, and then shaking in ecstasy. I have the sudden and frivolous urge to whisper her name in reverence, but I keep my lips sealed tight. That would just be ludicrous.

We lay like that… me on top of her on top of her desk, for a few minutes. We don’t say a word.

When my heartbeat finally gets back under control, I ease out of her and hold a hand out so I can pull her up. She gingerly slides off the desk and looks at my se**n dripping down the inside of her legs. The sight of it is erotic and makes me want to beat my hands on my chest for some reason.

I reach for a box of tissues I threw down to the floor and take several out. Squatting down, I gently wipe the evidence of our lust from her legs, while one of her hands softly rests on my shoulder. It’s an intimate move on my part, and not something I’ve ever done for a woman before.