“Show me.”He backed us up to the bed and sat on the edge. With my legs straddling him, I wasted no time in unzipping his jacket the rest of the way and removing the shirt he had on underneath. He did the same to me, peeling off each piece of clothing, adjusting our positions so we could take off our pants and shoes.Once I was naked, I climbed down onto the floor, balancing on my knees as I gazed up at him.My God, his cock was perfect.Everything about him was.Even the sounds that came out of him as I surrounded his tip and lowered down his shaft. I gripped the bottom half, the part I couldn’t fit in my mouth, and swiveled my hand around it.“Fuck yes,” he roared, holding the back of my head, guiding me lower.I took in as much as I could, rising to his crown, where I sucked the hardest.Where I sucked like I wanted his cum on my tongue.It was one thing to look at him when his face was between my legs. It was a whole different level of sexy to see the way he stared at me now, how
What I craved.What was making me completely wild.“Feeling you come”—he kissed the center of my back—“is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.” His lips were like fire, each kiss another scorching flame. “Do you know what I want?” His voice was sharp, exhilarating.I wasn’t sure I could even form words at this point, so I moaned instead.“I want to feel you lose yourself on my dick again.” He reared his ass back and gradually slipped into me. “And then I’m going to fill you with my fucking cum.”He gave me no chance to respond.Not even a second to grunt out how steamy that sounded before he was turning me around and lifting me from the bed, bringing me to the balcony.We had the entire top floor of the boutique hotel, and there were no balconies beside us, no buildings in front of us.Just the mountains.He sat on one of the lounge chairs and placed me on top of him. “I want to watch you come.” He took my nipple into his mouth, staring into my eyes while he bit down, simultaneous
“I hinted at that,” she admitted.Jesus.And I’d thought Walter was fucking needy.Dominick’s clients were proving to be so much worse. Rich, entitled, demanding little pricks, like Richie Star, who expected the world to just kneel at his feet.I had zero patience for people like him.“Friday … Friday,” I repeated as I pulled up my schedule and scanned the entire day.I didn’t know why the fuck I was bothering. If I didn’t have an opening, there was nothing I could do.Especially because the following day, on Saturday morning, Hannah and I were flying to Switzerland, where we’d be spending almost two weeks before I returned to LA for Jenner’s bachelor party.If I was going to cave, then I’d have to meet with Richie before I left.Goddamn it.I knew the media was going to have a field day with this case.It would be worse than the Kennedy trial.“I don’t know why—I must be in the giving mood—but you can tell that asshole I’ll meet him here at seven in the morning on Friday. If he’s lat
ONEDECLANOut 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
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