“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
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