Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“I had you reassigned to another lawyer’s desk.”
“Yes, you had me reassigned to another desk, a demotion without cause.”
“I had cause. Files went missing.” His fingers dug into my hips, and he pulled me against his body. I had to fight to keep what little control I had. If I let my fingers touch any part of him other than the hold I had on his hair, I would have given in to him and been completely lost.
“And were they ever located?” I asked mostly out of curiosity and an attempt to refocus.
His body stiffened under me, and he let out an annoyed sigh.
“Yes, you were right. Someone else had taken them from your desk. Happy now?” He pulled the cup that still covered my other breast hard enough that it tore. It didn’t matter at that moment. I could be upset about it later.
“So you dismissed me without cause,” I pointed out. “Was that professional?”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is that between the two of us, I was not the one that was the most unprofessional. But I’ll move on.”
“Good,” he said, burying his face between my tits, his hands moving down to my hips on either side of where my skirt had already worked its way up my legs. He pushed it further up around my waist, baring my dark blue panties. His hands trailed up my inner thighs, and his thumb slipped under the soaking wet silk, finding my clit and starting to rub, in slow, steady circles.
There was no point in trying to hide how he affected me. He could feel it, so I let out a shaky breath and flexed my fingers, massaging his head.
“When I went on that date, were you and I in any type of sexual relationship?”
“No,” he said.
“So you had no claim on me. None whatsoever.”
“I wouldn’t say—”
“That wasn’t a question,” I interrupted him.
“You and I were not engaged in a relationship, sexual or professional. We hadn’t even spoken in a week. You have no claim on my free time. What or who I do after work is none of your business.”
When I said that, his hands tightened on my hips, and his fingers pushed back and slid inside me, pressing against my G-spot.
I bit back a moan of pleasure.
“Is that still your stance, Ms. Carmichael?”
“I have only a few more questions, counselor,” I said, ignoring what he said.
“Thank fuck,” he mumbled.
“Do you think it’s fair—”
“I don’t give a fuck about fair,” he interrupted me.
“Fine. Do you think it’s ethical that you took your paralegal out of her home and forced her to relocate?”
“That was for your safety,” he interrupted again.
“Let me finish,” I said, pulling his hair back so he had to look into my eyes as I hovered over him, my hand moving down between our bodies to palm his hardened cock where it was tenting his overpriced designer pants.
“Do you think it was ethical to have forced me onto my knees to suck your cock, then licked my pussy until I had an orgasm that was so powerful, I almost blacked out, before fucking me within an inch of my life? Do you think it was ethical to do all that while your fiancée was sitting at home for you? In fact, where is she right now, waiting for you at some overpriced restaurant where you just so happen to have forgotten her again?”
“That’s irrelevant.”
“It is absolutely not irrelevant.” I moved to get off of him, but he grabbed my thighs and held me in place.
“Catherine and I are no longer linked. Socially, romantically, or financially, there is nothing between us.”
“She finally get tired of having a fiancé that preferred to fuck secretaries?” I used air quotes and made my voice high-pitched and nasally like she did every single time she talked down to me.
“No, I decided I didn’t want a woman whose only ambition in life was to be the arm candy of a powerful man. I wanted a smart, sexy woman who challenged me. I had come to claim you when I discovered you were on a date with another man.”
He pulled me into another fierce kiss that I wanted to melt into. Every fiber of my being was begging me to give in and to melt into this man. But I was not about to set that precedent.
“Claim me?” I asked, breaking our kiss and gripping his cock. “Do you think after everything that happened, I was just waiting for you to come and make love to me?”
“Yes.” He stated it like it was a fact, a simple irrevocable fact, not realizing how much fucking audacity he had.
“I find you guilty, Harrison Phillip Astrid,” I said. “Guilty of arrogance, of assuming that everyone’s world revolves just around you. I find you in contempt for having the disrespect of putting my entire future in jeopardy so that you could have a laugh, making me wait for you in a jail cell. How dare you. You don’t get to use my body as some type of compensation for whatever imagined slights you have come up with.”