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ut of the thirty students in this classroom, there was one I couldn’t take my goddamn eyes off of.
In fact, the moment I had stepped through the door of the Trial Advocacy class, I had caught eyes with her.
She was twenty-three. Twenty-four tops.
With long, wavy, dark hair and bright blue eyes. Lips that were full, plump, and covered in a shiny pink gloss. She wore a black skirted suit with the highest heels.
Heels I wanted stabbing into my back as I wrapped her legs around me.
Heels that were a solid four inches, still only bringing her up to the top of my chest.
She was small, petite.
But this girl had a fire.
A mighty personality, wrapped in a fucking delicious body.
And, fuck me, didn’t I take in that body while she stood in the center of the classroom, facing the stand, cross-examining her witness.
I’d come in to mentor this mock trial, and several students had gone before her, cross-examining the witness. The difference was, their voices lacked confidence. They hadn’t grown into their personalities, their fight didn’t demand attention, their passion didn’t match their lyrical drive.
When they’d stepped into the courtroom today—even if it was simulated—they didn’t have what it took to gain them a win.
They weren’t her.
With a posture full of assurance, she smiled at the witness before she verbally tore him apart.
It wasn’t just impressive; it was sexy as hell.
Never in the last eight years since I’d passed the bar had I ever looked at a law student the way I was staring at her.
Aside from a few football games, this was the first time I’d returned to University of Southern California, the first time I’d ever agreed to sit in on a mock trial. But when Professor Ward, who had been my favorite law professor, had said she had a classroom full of students who emulated me, it was hard to say no.
Even if I was a ruthless bastard inside and outside the courtroom, I couldn’t deny them this opportunity to learn from the best.
Ward’s group certainly needed the training and practice and feedback.
Not this one though.
This gorgeous girl had something the rest couldn’t compete with.
Of course, I wouldn’t tell her that.
I wasn’t here to stroke anyone’s ego.
I was here to do the opposite.
“Stop,” I said, cutting off her questions. I moved closer, the short distance allowing me to get a whiff of her perfume. A scent that was sweet, like vanilla and brown sugar. “Tell me your name.”
Her stare glided from the witness to the professor and finally to me, an expression on her face that told me I’d caught her off guard.
No litigator wanted that, whether it came from the opposition or the judge; it interrupted the flow, the concentration.
It allowed for a moment of weakness.
Will she weaken?
I needed to see for myself.
“Hannah,” she replied.
“Well then, Hannah, I want you to remember that in the jury’s eyes, this particular witness is going to make or break your case. You don’t want to come on too strong—you’d overwhelm the jury. You want to ease in. Gradually build up speed. Think of it like …” I knew exactly what she was thinking of. I could tell by the way she was breathing, how her lips were parted. Her eyes narrowed as she gawked at me. “Writing the next best thriller,” I continued. “Weaving tension and excitement into the chapters of the most suspenseful, harrowing tale, getting closer to the end that will tie everything together. As the author, what can you do to make the reader continue to the last chapter, to ensure they won’t set down the book before then and never return to it?”
I didn’t know if she was a reader, like myself. I knew nothing about this woman. But part of being a litigator was being intuitive, and I could see right through her.
The way she was dissecting me.
The way she was turned on by my charm.
My appeal.
If she were as experienced as me, she would know I felt the same way about her.
That, in my mind, I was already making her wet.
With my fucking tongue.
“You should end each chapter on a cliff-hanger,” she replied. “Making them desperate to continue flipping the pages.”
“Yes.” I nodded toward the witness, but not before I glanced down her chest. The way it lifted as she breathed. I wondered how it would look if it was covered in sweat. How it would taste. What she would sound like if she was panting my name. “Now, build up that jury. Feed them crumb after crumb after crumb. And when you walk back to your seat, leave them clinging to your final word.”
“I can do that.”
“Show me.”
I didn’t return to the side of the classroom where I’d previously stood.
I wanted her to feel the intimidation of my presence like she was in a real courtroom and I was on the opposite counsel.
I wanted the pressure to pulse through her.
She set the folder she’d been holding onto the desk behind her, her arms falling to her sides, her posture now having a visual edge. “Is it true that on—”
“Hannah …” I crossed my arms over my chest, the back of my suit jacket pulling as my shoulders flexed. I waited until her eyes met mine. “The witness is important, but the jury is who matters. They’re the ones you need on your side. Don’t forget to look at them. Engage them. Direct each point at them.”
“The jury. Right.”
“Start again.”
She walked over to where the stand-in jury was sitting, her body pressed against the wooden half-wall of the jury box, and that was where she began to question her witness.
And in that moment was when Hannah really started to shine. Where she courted the jury, dangling each carrot so methodically that they were fucking chomping for more.
Who is this girl?
And how the hell is she this good?
Already?
The moment she finished with her witness, she locked eyes with me the entire way back to her seat.
She didn’t smile.
She didn’t need to.
I saw it in her gaze, the satisfaction in each of her steps.
I couldn’t look away.
I couldn’t take my fucking eyes off her.
But once her ass was in that chair, I forced myself to glance away, and I went to the center of the room, the scent of her hitting me in the damn face. I didn’t let it deter me. I didn’t lose myself in thoughts, wondering if her pussy smelled just as sweet. Instead, I took inventory of the students while I raised my hands in the air and clapped.
“Congratulate her,” I told them. “That’s how it’s done.”
Professor Ward joined me, waiting for the room to quiet before she said, “I would like to thank Mr. Shaw for taking the time to join us today.” There was a round of applause. “As I’ve said to you all before, he’s become one of the most successful lawyers to ever graduate from USC, and as one of his professors, I would like to think I had something to do with that.” She squeezed my arm. “For a select group of you—more specifically the top six performers in today’s class—Mr. Shaw has graciously agreed to chat with you one-on-one, giving you an opportunity to ask him questions and discuss his experience.”
There was a loud rumble among the group.
“Mr. Shaw, who would you like to pick for this evening’s meetup?” Professor Ward asked.
Three women. Three men. That was the only fair way to do it.
The top performers were clear in my mind.
I mulled over the jury, where many of the students were sitting, and pointed to three familiar faces. Then, I shifted toward the back of the classroom, where the rest were standing, and I chose two more.
I finally landed in front of Hannah’s desk.Her scent was the strongest over here.It was more than just vanilla.It was like a fucking cake.Something I wanted to eat.Savor.Ravage.“And you, Hannah,” I said. “The rest of you who weren’t chosen can leave. The ones who were, please hang back, and I’ll give you instructions on where we’re going to meet.” I waited until everyone was gone, except for Professor Ward and the six winners, and said, “I’d like to go to a place that’s a little less formal than the classroom. Where we can relax and speak freely.” If I was going to spend more time with Hannah, I wanted to do that with a scotch in my hand. “When I was a student here, Nikki’s was my favorite bar. Let’s meet there in twenty minutes.”While the six students shuffled out of the room, I grabbed my briefcase from one of the desks and turned toward Professor Ward. “Will you be joining us?”“I’m afraid not.” She coughed, her voice scratchy from age. “I think it’ll be good for the studen
She tucked a chunk of her dark hair behind her ear, forcing me to notice her black polish and thin fingers, several decorated with gold rings—an edgy style that I really liked.“Today was one of the best days I’ve had in law school.” She paused to take the martini from the bartender and turned partially toward me. “We’d done mock trials in the past, but they were nothing like this one. This one made me realize I had been doing it all wrong. Addressing the wrong audience, focusing on the wrong elements.” She moved the glass to her lips, where they slowly parted to take a drink. Her tongue swiped away the wetness the moment she was done. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I’m going to be a stronger lawyer because of you.”Fuck, this girl was sexy.I looked at the bartender and said, “Scotch. Neat. Give me a double.” When my gaze returned to Hannah, my dick started to harden.I just wanted to keep her talking, so I could see her lips moving. I wanted to envision them spread wi
I was going to do everything in my power to make that happen at some point tonight.But right now, I was just a confident, charismatic man who knew how to make a woman wet without even touching her.“The skill that makes me a successful litigator, I believe, is my ability to see the truth in people’s eyes. I don’t need my witnesses to respond most of the time. I can see their thoughts, I can sense their fabrications, and I know when they’re being honest or misleading. The same way I can see what you’re thinking right now.”She sucked in a long, deep breath, tilting her body fully toward me. “And what’s that … Declan?”Her chest opened as her shoulders pushed back.Her legs spread as she widened her stance.Check-fucking-mate.I ducked my head, getting close to her ear. Her perfume took ahold of me, and as I exhaled, my air hitting her neck, goose bumps spread across her skin. “I think we both know the answer to that.”TWOHANNAHDeclan Shaw, I thought to myself as I watched him walk
“Let’s say you have a client you know is guilty, but you’re skilled enough to get them off.” I cleared my throat, cursing myself for phrasing every conversation I had with him in such a sexual nature. “Are you able to close your eyes at night? You know, sleep eight hours and wake up the next morning like nothing happened?”He crossed his hands over the table. “Are accountants able to sleep at night, knowing their clients are embezzling money that’s not reported to the IRS? Or how about a cardiothoracic surgeon who performs open heart surgery on a patient who will return home post-surgery and eat a stick of butter with dinner, washing it all down with a pint of ice cream?”His fingers formed a triangular peak, drawing my attention to them. Their length, thinness. How masculine they looked with a slight dusting of hair on the backs of his hands.Hands that I could picture running across every inch of my body.Oh man.“We can’t control what our clients do or what they admit to or withhol
That was all it took to set my skin on fire. Just that small, subtle embrace, and every nerve ending was lit, throbbing, crying out in shock waves.“Thank you,” I whispered.He signed the credit card receipt and tucked his card away. “Tell me something else, Hannah …”As he paused, I tried to remind myself that this was the time to ask him questions, to pick his brain, to find out the secrets of our trade—an opportunity that probably wouldn’t present itself again.But I couldn’t.I was completely locked up.Speechless.Drowning in a pool of Declan.“When you walk into a courtroom, what’s going to be your secret weapon?” He watched as I licked my lips, and it felt as erotic as stripping off my clothes. “I’ve told you mine. I want to know yours.”“My secret weapon,” I repeated.“You know, not only can I read people, but I also use my reputation to my advantage. I don’t give any motherfucker a chance. I find what it’ll take to make them bleed out, and that’s where I cut them.”I knew tha
And, two, he really could see right through me, his expression telling me so.“I see a woman who’s trying to argue against her body. You don’t want me to have this effect on you, but I do. You’re shivering. I can feel it.” His hand moved around to my arm, his finger running up and down the back of my bicep. “Your pulse is hammering away; your heart’s pounding. You have to really focus on everything I’m saying because you find yourself getting lost in my words.”When he leaned into my ear this time, I was sure I felt his lips against my lobe.“You’re dying to know what my mouth tastes like. If my cock fits my body type—large, thick … manly.” I tried to fill my lungs as he added, “It does.”“Declan—”He shifted, so our eyes met. “What would tomorrow feel like, Hannah, after I spent the whole night with you? How satiated … how sore would you be?”I wasn’t thinking.Because he’d sucked every thought out of me.“Isn’t that what’s on your mind?”I couldn’t answer.I couldn’t even force the
“Do you take the courtroom home with you?” She glanced around the group, her voice lowering as she added, “I think we’re all in similar stages of our lives here, but I wonder what it’s like for you. When you return to your house and Mrs. Shaw is waiting in the kitchen, a plate of cookies on the counter, can you eat the cookies and chat about where you’re going to vacation the following weekend? Or do you spend the entire dinner recapping every moment of the day’s trial before doing it again over coffee the next morning?”Oh, Hannah …I see right through you.I had a reputation.Bachelor. Serial dater. Playboy.Whatever the fuck they called me.I liked to think of it as not being tied down.I was surprised Hannah didn’t know that about me.Or maybe she did, and she was just confirming.“When my driver takes me home every day, whether that be from the office or the courtroom, I leave work behind. Of course, there are evenings and weekends where I spend time doing paperwork or I take cal
“Yes.”Then, there was no reason to wait.I took a step closer, halting directly in front of her, our bodies only breaths apart. I placed my palm against the wall above her head, her body caged beneath me. “Do you want me to make you scream so loud that everyone in the bar can hear you?” I leaned my face into her ear. “Is that what you want from me?”She was quivering.Panting.When her teeth skimmed her lip this time, it was a slow, painful scrape. “I don’t want an audience”—she took several breaths—“but yes. Yes to all of it.”I gripped her face, aiming it up to mine.I didn’t kiss women.Lips were something I could easily get attached to.They were the most personal part of a woman’s body.They expressed emotions. They spoke the truth. They even tried to mask and hide the real feelings inside.I didn’t fuck with them.But as I gazed down at Hannah’s mouth, it was so goddamn beautiful. Those full, pouty lips, silently begging for mine.She was giving herself to me.And I’d accept ev