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 spit filling my mouth down my throat. But I knew I needed to give myself a second of something that wasn’t Declan, so I glanced at the table of students, all deep in conversation, not a single one looking in our direction.
They hadn’t been captivated by this vulture of law, by the god of turning women on.
“Hannah …”
I looked at him again, knowing instantly it was a mistake. “Yes?”
“If I were to slip a finger up the bottom of your skirt and touch you, would your pussy be wet?”
I couldn’t lie.
He would know.
He would see right through me.
“Yes.”
He smiled, a grin so devilish that it made me wetter. “Then, the defense rests,” he said, and he returned to the table, leaving me alone at the bar.
I was seconds away from lifting Hannah onto the bar top, tearing her skirt at the waist, and eating her in front of every patron in here.
I gave no fucks who saw.
Who watched.
Even though I hadn’t kissed her, I could taste her on my tongue. Maybe it was the vanilla that I’d inhaled as my lips grazed her earlobe. Maybe it was just the anticipation of what she was going to taste like.
But the flavor in my mouth was positively hers.
A flavor I wanted more of.
A flavor I needed more of.
I’d told her that if we had met under different circumstances, she would be coming home with me. Words that were only bait. And not only had she swallowed the hook, but she’d also deep-throated the entire line.
I was ready to make her body mine, to hear the range of octaves in which I could make her moan, to have her nails scratching and stabbing my flesh because I was making her cunt scream.
I was quickly learning one thing.
Hannah was irresistible.
That was why I’d left her at the bar and returned to the table of students.
The moment my ass was back in my chair, I began fielding questions, the students waiting their turn to drill me. There was one who was going to use her looks, like Hannah had suggested, and a few who would rely on their charm. The rest didn’t have a fucking clue what their secret weapon was.
Not a single one of them was Hannah.
The more I looked at her, the more I listened to her speak, the more I dug into her thoughts, the more I realized she was a dangerous woman.
When she joined us, sitting in the chair across from mine, I had to force myself not to reach under the table and dip my fingers beneath her skirt.
She was staring at me, nursing her martini, her lips spread across the edge of the glass.
That girl had no idea what I was going to do to her tonight.
Considering her age, I assumed she’d only been with college dudes, never a man, like me. I could make her shudder just by blowing on her clit. I would listen to what she needed. I would hear what she desired, unlike the selfish sons of bitches at this table who were trying to engage me in small talk. Whose clumsy fingers couldn’t even tie a proper Windsor knot, so I knew they couldn’t ever find a woman’s G-spot.
“I have a question …”
Hannah’s voice was a welcome interruption from the conversation I had been in.
My gaze shifted to her. “Ask it.”
“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
I pulled away, my mouth hovering above hers. “You’re never going to forget this.”“Why’s that?”“Because you’ve never been fucked by someone like me.”I pulled out my wallet, removing the condom I always kept inside, and stored it in my jacket pocket to make it more easily accessible.“You come prepared,” she voiced.When it came to sex, yes.I had plenty of friends who worked in family law.Not using a condom was a gamble I wasn’t willing to take.“Aren’t you thankful for that?” I hissed against her lips.“In this moment, yes.”I kissed her neck, her skin tasting like the cake I smelled.I felt her swallow.And then she sucked in a deep breath.“How badly do you want me, Hannah?”I needed her begging.I wanted her neediness echoing through me.She tried to wiggle a hand loose, like she was going to steer one of mine toward her pussy. “If you felt me, you would know.”I didn’t budge.“I intend to, but I want to hear you tell me first.”“Declan …” She rose onto her toes, nipping my bot
Why I wanted to taste her exhales.But I locked us together, inhaling each of her breaths, rotating our tongues.Hannah. Fuck.She thought I was doing something to her … but she was the one doing something to me.Her fingers dropped from my dick, and her arms circled my neck, pulling me closer. The moment our lips parted, her head leaned against the wall, my mouth falling to her throat, feeling the purr that thrummed inside.“I need to feel you come.”She wasn’t far.Every sign in her body told me that.I left her throat and leaned down farther to take her nipple into my mouth, biting the end, sucking it as though she were feeding me. With my palm pressed against her clit, I worked my finger in and out, tapping that spot deep inside her, adding a second finger when she began to tighten more.“Declan …” Her nails stabbed the back of my neck, her body becoming slack. It only took a few more seconds before her moans turned higher, her wetness thickening as it coated my fingers.“Fuck yes
I slid in some more, and she squeezed her arms around my neck, her breathing labored.She needed something else to focus on.I slowly moved the rest of the way in and aimed my cock upward. “You have all of me.” As she pulsed around me, I pressed the short, coarse hairs above my shaft directly onto her clit. “Do you feel that?”“I feel”—she swallowed—“everything.”I kept myself sealed to her, urging her to accept me, and it felt like she was tightening even more.“Tell me when you’re ready.”She stayed put, breathing into my face, her body as stiff as stone, holding me even though she wasn’t going anywhere in my arms. And then, out of nowhere, she began to lift herself up, gently gliding me in and out.Bouncing over my cock.“Declan,” she gasped after several plunges.“You’re fucking ready.”I didn’t hold back.I couldn’t. And when I felt like my hairs rubbing her clit weren’t doing a good enough job, I reached down and grazed it with my thumb.It was like I’d flipped a switch
HANNAHWhen a BFF 911 text came through from Oaklyn, it meant drop everything and call her. So, that was what I did the second I got out of the alley, rushing inside the bar.“Oaklyn, what’s wrong?” I asked the moment she answered.I really needed a drink, and as I waited for her to respond, I went over to the bartender and mouthed, Water.Declan had fucked everything out of me, including the saliva in my mouth.“Hannah, h-he broke u-up with me-e.”I gripped the edge of the wooden bar, my eyes closing, my head falling forward. “What? No. Nooo!”“He d-didn’t even h-have the decency to c-call me. H-he did it th-through text.”“That asshole. I’m going to kill him.”My heart ached for my best friend.She loved Trevor.Oh God, she loved him hard.I lifted my head, opening my eyes, already wincing as I asked, “What did his message say?”“You’re n-not going t-to believe it-t.”But I would.Six months ago, when they’d first started dating, every alarm went off in my gut, telling me that Trevo
“Declan?”The only sound was my breathing and my feet swaying as this dreary space started to freak me out more and more.“Declan, are you back here?”When there was still no response, I took out my phone and turned on the flashlight, holding it up so I could see.Our condom wrapper was on the ground, and I could pinpoint the exact place where Declan had held me against the brick building, pulling sensations out of me that I’d never felt before. But he wasn’t here, nor was he on the other side of the alley or the small walkway that had led me here.Didn’t I tell him to wait for me?Right here?And not to move?Or did I dream that?Did I dream this whole thing?I went to the front of the building and scanned the entrance and the sidewalk, searching for his handsome face, but there was only a bouncer and a few girls standing out here. The girls were holding each other up—a sign that they wouldn’t be the most reliable source—so I walked over to the bouncer.“Have you seen a guy in a suit
“That’s what we always think when something new and fresh and exciting starts. But the dickhead showed what he was really about, and we hate him for it.” I twisted a chunk of her long brown hair around my fingers. “If there’s a silver lining, it’s that he showed his dickish side six months in rather than a year. Could you imagine how much we’d have hated him then?”She looked at me, all doe-eyed. “I don’t hate him any less.”“Of course you don’t, but it’s my job to find a positive in this situation, and that’s the only one I can find.” I cupped her cheek, wiping away the mascara. “Other than the fact that your future son won’t have that dreaded dimple, like Trevor’s.”She exhaled, her breath quivering from crying. “But I loved that dimple.” The tears started to flow a lot heavier. “Am I not worth it? Am I asking too much?” She sucked in a breath. “Am I a nut to think that some perfect guy is going to sweep me off my feet, someone worthy of taking my virginity? Maybe I should just have