tightened, trapping his head. He smiled at her strength and figured there were worse places to be ensnared than between Sophie’s thighs.
When she began to calm down, he lightly lifted her legs from his shoulders and stood. Reaching around her, he unbound her hands.
Sophie moved like lightning, catching him off guard.
She had his belt unbuckled and his pants undone and around his ankles before he could gather his wits enough to respond. She claimed the spot he’d just vacated, kneeling before him.
His hands flew to her hair. “Soph, wait. There’s no time.”
She didn’t respond. Instead she ran her tongue along his hard cock from root to tip.
Fuck it. His client could wait.
His fingers tightened in her long tresses as she took the head of his dick inside her hot mouth.
Jesus. She didn’t hold anything back, didn’t act coy, didn’t hesitate. She took him deeper before sucking, her cheeks hollowing around his flesh. The action sent shards of electricity through him and his balls grew heavy. It was going too fast, but he’d be damned if he’d slow things down. Sophie was sucking on his cock like it was a lollipop, humming, licking, teasing with her teeth.
When she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, squeezing so tightly he saw stars, he knew it was pointless to resist.
“God, Soph. I can’t stop. If you don’t want—”
She increased her speed and suction and Marc lost it. Hot spurts of come flew from the tip of his dick and Sophie drank down every last drop.
“Mother of God.” Marc dropped to his knees in front of her, grasping her head and pulling her close for another kiss. No force of nature could have kept him away from her at that moment.
Sophie, as always, returned the embrace…with interest. She was passionate, sexy and fucking hot as hell.
Marc was suddenly starting to suspect he’d met the woman of his dreams, fresh from the society pages.
Fate was laughing its ass off right now.
Chapter Four
“Hey, grumpy ass. What gives?”
Sophie scowled at Stephanie as she placed dirty glasses on the bar. “Nothing.”
Stephanie poured a beer from the tap, looking as annoyed as Sophie felt. “Don’t say ‘nothing’. You’ve been walking around here like a bitch from hell for well over two weeks. I’m PMSing and in no mood to watch you slamming drinks around for another night.”
Sophie wanted to be angry, but Steph’s assessment was spot-on. She’d been a bear for weeks. She sank onto one of the barstools and sighed. “I fucked up.”
Jayne, who’d been setting up a new window display of books, came over and took the stool next to her. Eavesdropping was the number one form of entertainment on slow days at the store. “Fucked up how?”
“With Marc.”
“Marc Garrett?” Stephanie asked.
Sophie nodded. She hadn’t said much to her friends about the attorney who’d been twisting her in knots for weeks. For one, there wasn’t much to say. She hadn’t laid eyes on the man since their little tête-à-tête in his office nearly three weeks earlier.
“Wait a second. I need to do something.” Stephanie grabbed her phone and began texting.
“What?” Sophie asked.
“I’m telling Jordan to get her ass down here. We’ve all been worried about you, but we didn’t know what was bugging you. Sounds like we’re about to get the goods.”
Sophie tried to be annoyed but she couldn’t summon the emotion. Obviously it had done no good, telling herself to forget Marc. Maybe it was time to call in the recruits and ask for help. She glanced around the bar. Apart from a couple of young guys chilling out with beers at a table near the front and a woman perusing the magazines in the corner of the bookstore, there was no one else in the place to bother them.
Jordan appeared at the bottom of the stairs in record time. “Thank God you’re finally talking. I’ve been worried sick about you.”
Sophie smirked, unable to resist teasing her friend. “If you’ve had
When she began to calm down, he lightly lifted her legs from his shoulders and stood. Reaching around her, he unbound her hands.
Sophie moved like lightning, catching him off guard.
She had his belt unbuckled and his pants undone and around his ankles before he could gather his wits enough to respond. She claimed the spot he’d just vacated, kneeling before him.
His hands flew to her hair. “Soph, wait. There’s no time.”
She didn’t respond. Instead she ran her tongue along his hard cock from root to tip.
Fuck it. His client could wait.
His fingers tightened in her long tresses as she took the head of his dick inside her hot mouth.
Jesus. She didn’t hold anything back, didn’t act coy, didn’t hesitate. She took him deeper before sucking, her cheeks hollowing around his flesh. The action sent shards of electricity through him and his balls grew heavy. It was going too fast, but he’d be damned if he’d slow things down. Sophie was sucking on his cock like it was a lollipop, humming, licking, teasing with her teeth.
When she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, squeezing so tightly he saw stars, he knew it was pointless to resist.
“God, Soph. I can’t stop. If you don’t want—”
She increased her speed and suction and Marc lost it. Hot spurts of come flew from the tip of his dick and Sophie drank down every last drop.
“Mother of God.” Marc dropped to his knees in front of her, grasping her head and pulling her close for another kiss. No force of nature could have kept him away from her at that moment.
Sophie, as always, returned the embrace…with interest. She was passionate, sexy and fucking hot as hell.
Marc was suddenly starting to suspect he’d met the woman of his dreams, fresh from the society pages.
Fate was laughing its ass off right now.
Chapter Four
“Hey, grumpy ass. What gives?”
Sophie scowled at Stephanie as she placed dirty glasses on the bar. “Nothing.”
Stephanie poured a beer from the tap, looking as annoyed as Sophie felt. “Don’t say ‘nothing’. You’ve been walking around here like a bitch from hell for well over two weeks. I’m PMSing and in no mood to watch you slamming drinks around for another night.”
Sophie wanted to be angry, but Steph’s assessment was spot-on. She’d been a bear for weeks. She sank onto one of the barstools and sighed. “I fucked up.”
Jayne, who’d been setting up a new window display of books, came over and took the stool next to her. Eavesdropping was the number one form of entertainment on slow days at the store. “Fucked up how?”
“With Marc.”
“Marc Garrett?” Stephanie asked.
Sophie nodded. She hadn’t said much to her friends about the attorney who’d been twisting her in knots for weeks. For one, there wasn’t much to say. She hadn’t laid eyes on the man since their little tête-à-tête in his office nearly three weeks earlier.
“Wait a second. I need to do something.” Stephanie grabbed her phone and began texting.
“What?” Sophie asked.
“I’m telling Jordan to get her ass down here. We’ve all been worried about you, but we didn’t know what was bugging you. Sounds like we’re about to get the goods.”
Sophie tried to be annoyed but she couldn’t summon the emotion. Obviously it had done no good, telling herself to forget Marc. Maybe it was time to call in the recruits and ask for help. She glanced around the bar. Apart from a couple of young guys chilling out with beers at a table near the front and a woman perusing the magazines in the corner of the bookstore, there was no one else in the place to bother them.
Jordan appeared at the bottom of the stairs in record time. “Thank God you’re finally talking. I’ve been worried sick about you.”
Sophie smirked, unable to resist teasing her friend. “If you’ve had
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