Chapter 13

B.J. McNamara poured his first cup of morning coffee and stared through the big picture window in his office at the Gulf of Mexico. The view had been a major factor in deciding to purchase the small barnwood building five years ago. No matter how stressful his cases, or difficult his clients, looking out at the jet skis and sailboats riding the whitecaps always managed to soothe him and give him perspective.

He wished the view would help him now as he waited for his ten o'clock appointment. Miranda Fox stirred feelings in him that he battled constantly. When Drake Collins, attorney and long time friend, told him he was sending B.J. a client last year and to take good care of her, the last thing he'd expected to see walking into his office was a lush Venus with a rich fall of thick brown hair glinting with gold highlights, a rounded figure that he wanted to bury himself in and a mouth that he wanted to ravage and plunder at length.

He'd had to work hard to keep his cock at least at ha