said, as I planted a quick kiss in the center of his chest before sitting back up.
“Thea…” he gasped, as I rode him.
His hands went to my waist but I smacked them away.
“Thea,” he grunted, his eyes closing.
“You should see the look on your face,” I teased him, just as he had teased me.
He flipped me on to my back, his face only inches away. “Don’t push me,” he growled.
“Then don’t hold back.”
That did it. Whatever reservations he had left, disappeared as he once again buried himself deeper in me.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
“Yes!”
That was all that I could say, but it was all that needed to be said. His grip on me was so strong, it was almost painful, and even that made it feel better.
Pulling him to me, I kissed him again. I was rough and sloppy, but I didn’t care.
“Levi.”
“Thea,” he whispered, right before falling on top of me. “I think I’m becoming addicted to you.”
I laughed, “That’s good, because I feel the same way. Let’s indulge.”
Because this was sinful in all the right ways.
CHAPTER SEVEN
P R E S E N T
THEA
“Well look what we’ve got here, someone is five minutes early.”
There was only one person with that annoying accent, and he was the very last person I wanted to deal with in the morning.
“What do you want Atticus?” I pressed the elevator button two more times, willing it to come faster.
“I do recall Professor Black choosing the both of us for this case,” he replied, stepping inside with me. “Anyway, I think we should introduce ourselves and be professional while we’re here. Who knows, we might be working here in a few years’ time. I’m Atticus Logan.”
He held out his hand for me to shake.
“Thea Cunning.”
“I hear every year Professor Black takes a student under his wing. You should know right now; I ain’t losing to you, or anyone else. So don’t get in my way,” he stated, stepping out when the doors opened.
Do no harm. Do no bodily harm to the ass in the cowboy boots.
“So, you guys are the fresh meat,” a voice chimed.
I turned, searching for its owner. That voice, it was so familiar...
As I turned, I found myself face to face with none other than Tristan. Tristan, the man who’d served me drinks at the bar, the man who had worn the top hat and guy liner. In the clear light of day, he looked completely different. His hair was styled perfectly, his shoes shined to the point where I could see my reflection in it, and he wore a suit that likely would have cost me my entire life savings. A point which said a lot about my current financial state of affairs.
“Mr. Knox, it’s a pleasure sir. I was fascinated by your work in the Dreyer Case,” Atticus said, already kissing ass.
“Where are you from?” Tristan asked him.
“Greenville, South Carolina,” Atticus replied with pride.
“I was born and raised in Mauldin.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“I never kid about my hometown.”
Atticus looked back to me and winked— “A small world. You're my new found hero.”
So this is the old boy’s club people talked about.
“I heard you worked for The Shark at one point in your career,” Atticus grinned.
The Shark? My mother, The Shark?
“Mr. Knox,” I said interrupting Atticus, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, again .” I stepped forward extending my hand.
I was not going down with a fight.
“Again?” Atticus questioned, looking at me with a frown.
“Yes, Mr. Knox worked for my mother, Margaret Cunning,” I lied.
Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. I had met him before, and he had worked with my mother at one point, right?
“Yes, of course. I’m quite sorry to hear about her passing.” Tristan smirked at me.
Atticus’ mouth dropped open, and this time, I was the one who turned to wink.
“You’re all late,” Levi scolded, coming towards the elevator.
“We’re five minutes early.”
“You were five minutes early, but you spent those minutes, my minutes , may I add, chatting
“Thea…” he gasped, as I rode him.
His hands went to my waist but I smacked them away.
“Thea,” he grunted, his eyes closing.
“You should see the look on your face,” I teased him, just as he had teased me.
He flipped me on to my back, his face only inches away. “Don’t push me,” he growled.
“Then don’t hold back.”
That did it. Whatever reservations he had left, disappeared as he once again buried himself deeper in me.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
“Yes!”
That was all that I could say, but it was all that needed to be said. His grip on me was so strong, it was almost painful, and even that made it feel better.
Pulling him to me, I kissed him again. I was rough and sloppy, but I didn’t care.
“Levi.”
“Thea,” he whispered, right before falling on top of me. “I think I’m becoming addicted to you.”
I laughed, “That’s good, because I feel the same way. Let’s indulge.”
Because this was sinful in all the right ways.
CHAPTER SEVEN
P R E S E N T
THEA
“Well look what we’ve got here, someone is five minutes early.”
There was only one person with that annoying accent, and he was the very last person I wanted to deal with in the morning.
“What do you want Atticus?” I pressed the elevator button two more times, willing it to come faster.
“I do recall Professor Black choosing the both of us for this case,” he replied, stepping inside with me. “Anyway, I think we should introduce ourselves and be professional while we’re here. Who knows, we might be working here in a few years’ time. I’m Atticus Logan.”
He held out his hand for me to shake.
“Thea Cunning.”
“I hear every year Professor Black takes a student under his wing. You should know right now; I ain’t losing to you, or anyone else. So don’t get in my way,” he stated, stepping out when the doors opened.
Do no harm. Do no bodily harm to the ass in the cowboy boots.
“So, you guys are the fresh meat,” a voice chimed.
I turned, searching for its owner. That voice, it was so familiar...
As I turned, I found myself face to face with none other than Tristan. Tristan, the man who’d served me drinks at the bar, the man who had worn the top hat and guy liner. In the clear light of day, he looked completely different. His hair was styled perfectly, his shoes shined to the point where I could see my reflection in it, and he wore a suit that likely would have cost me my entire life savings. A point which said a lot about my current financial state of affairs.
“Mr. Knox, it’s a pleasure sir. I was fascinated by your work in the Dreyer Case,” Atticus said, already kissing ass.
“Where are you from?” Tristan asked him.
“Greenville, South Carolina,” Atticus replied with pride.
“I was born and raised in Mauldin.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“I never kid about my hometown.”
Atticus looked back to me and winked— “A small world. You're my new found hero.”
So this is the old boy’s club people talked about.
“I heard you worked for The Shark at one point in your career,” Atticus grinned.
The Shark? My mother, The Shark?
“Mr. Knox,” I said interrupting Atticus, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, again .” I stepped forward extending my hand.
I was not going down with a fight.
“Again?” Atticus questioned, looking at me with a frown.
“Yes, Mr. Knox worked for my mother, Margaret Cunning,” I lied.
Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. I had met him before, and he had worked with my mother at one point, right?
“Yes, of course. I’m quite sorry to hear about her passing.” Tristan smirked at me.
Atticus’ mouth dropped open, and this time, I was the one who turned to wink.
“You’re all late,” Levi scolded, coming towards the elevator.
“We’re five minutes early.”
“You were five minutes early, but you spent those minutes, my minutes , may I add, chatting
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