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Authors: Heather Banks
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of my arousal.
“You’re not too bad, either,” I replied, liking the feel of his tongue against my fingers. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the pillow, stretching my legs out next to his, enjoying the feel of his body against mine.
I was trying not to think of the professional repercussions of our actions; we could talk about that in the morning. For the moment, I just wanted to lie next to him, and revel in the idea that hopefully, I was no longer just a problem to be solved.
***
We slept until 9, both of us exhausted from our activities the night before. Since it was a Saturday, I didn’t have any specific place to be; my plan had been to work on the case and take a run, provided my ankle held up okay.
When he awoke, he smiled down at me, his dark hair mussed and splayed out against the pillow, his sensuous lips looking downright edible. I smiled back and kissed him.
As we lay in each other’s arms, I felt complete and at peace, and knew those were dangerous things to feel. I knew he wanted me, he’d told me that the night before. But I had no idea what kind of plans he had going forward, or if he just wanted a physical relationship. It sounded like, based on his previous experiences, that was how he operated.
He fucked so well I was pretty prepared to accept those terms.
I rolled away from him and off the bed, and started locating my clothes. He had hurt me the first time we had sex; I didn’t want to give him the opportunity again. And if he indeed did want just a physical relationship, lying happily in his arms the morning after a roll in the hay—or the hotel room – wasn’t going to do me any good.
Best to avoid attachment if at all possible.
I found my underwear, and pulled them on. My bra and skirt were next, and finally I found my shirt and slid it over my head. I needed a shower, but I would wait until I got home to get one.
“So,” I started, my back to him as I dressed, “I’m worried I should take myself off your case.”
I could hear the bed creak as he sat up. “Why?”
“It’s not professional for me to represent you if we have a…relationship.” I explained, looking for my shoes and remembering I had abandoned them by the door to the suite.
I felt, rather than heard, him come up behind me. He slid his arms around my waist and my breath caught, feeling his form press against me. He was hard again, and I could feel him against my backside.
“I don’t want you off the case,” he said, his breath hot against my ear.
“No?” I asked, fighting for calmness and clarity. His roving hands made that hard to maintain.
“No,” he answered, rubbing himself against the fabric of my skirt.
“Oh,” I said, as his hand slid against my breast, the thin barriers of my shirt and bra doing nothing to protect me from the heat of his touch.
“Actually,” he said, running his hand down my stomach and beginning to hike up my skirt, “I want you on the case. I’ve reviewed the strategy papers and deposition questions you sent over, and I think they’re brilliant. Much better than Stephen would have done,” he said, inching the skirt up my thighs.
I frowned, forgetting my arousal for a moment. “You want me on the case, specifically?” I asked, my body stilling.
He kissed my neck as his hand found its destination under my skirt. “Yes. Not because of…this,” he said, sliding a finger inside my underwear, “but because I think you’ll do a good job.”
I remembered the night before, when I thought he was going to destroy my ego. So much for that. His words pumped me in a way he couldn’t begin to comprehend – especially since Stephen had pretty much admitted that he was giving me the case because there was nobody else to take it.
“Hell, yeah, I’ll do a good job,” I said, sinking back into his broad chest. I may not have known if our relationship was ever going to progress past good sex, but I knew he at least respected me professionally. At
“You’re not too bad, either,” I replied, liking the feel of his tongue against my fingers. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the pillow, stretching my legs out next to his, enjoying the feel of his body against mine.
I was trying not to think of the professional repercussions of our actions; we could talk about that in the morning. For the moment, I just wanted to lie next to him, and revel in the idea that hopefully, I was no longer just a problem to be solved.
***
We slept until 9, both of us exhausted from our activities the night before. Since it was a Saturday, I didn’t have any specific place to be; my plan had been to work on the case and take a run, provided my ankle held up okay.
When he awoke, he smiled down at me, his dark hair mussed and splayed out against the pillow, his sensuous lips looking downright edible. I smiled back and kissed him.
As we lay in each other’s arms, I felt complete and at peace, and knew those were dangerous things to feel. I knew he wanted me, he’d told me that the night before. But I had no idea what kind of plans he had going forward, or if he just wanted a physical relationship. It sounded like, based on his previous experiences, that was how he operated.
He fucked so well I was pretty prepared to accept those terms.
I rolled away from him and off the bed, and started locating my clothes. He had hurt me the first time we had sex; I didn’t want to give him the opportunity again. And if he indeed did want just a physical relationship, lying happily in his arms the morning after a roll in the hay—or the hotel room – wasn’t going to do me any good.
Best to avoid attachment if at all possible.
I found my underwear, and pulled them on. My bra and skirt were next, and finally I found my shirt and slid it over my head. I needed a shower, but I would wait until I got home to get one.
“So,” I started, my back to him as I dressed, “I’m worried I should take myself off your case.”
I could hear the bed creak as he sat up. “Why?”
“It’s not professional for me to represent you if we have a…relationship.” I explained, looking for my shoes and remembering I had abandoned them by the door to the suite.
I felt, rather than heard, him come up behind me. He slid his arms around my waist and my breath caught, feeling his form press against me. He was hard again, and I could feel him against my backside.
“I don’t want you off the case,” he said, his breath hot against my ear.
“No?” I asked, fighting for calmness and clarity. His roving hands made that hard to maintain.
“No,” he answered, rubbing himself against the fabric of my skirt.
“Oh,” I said, as his hand slid against my breast, the thin barriers of my shirt and bra doing nothing to protect me from the heat of his touch.
“Actually,” he said, running his hand down my stomach and beginning to hike up my skirt, “I want you on the case. I’ve reviewed the strategy papers and deposition questions you sent over, and I think they’re brilliant. Much better than Stephen would have done,” he said, inching the skirt up my thighs.
I frowned, forgetting my arousal for a moment. “You want me on the case, specifically?” I asked, my body stilling.
He kissed my neck as his hand found its destination under my skirt. “Yes. Not because of…this,” he said, sliding a finger inside my underwear, “but because I think you’ll do a good job.”
I remembered the night before, when I thought he was going to destroy my ego. So much for that. His words pumped me in a way he couldn’t begin to comprehend – especially since Stephen had pretty much admitted that he was giving me the case because there was nobody else to take it.
“Hell, yeah, I’ll do a good job,” I said, sinking back into his broad chest. I may not have known if our relationship was ever going to progress past good sex, but I knew he at least respected me professionally. At
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