All Chapters of The Lawyer- Save Me Love Taste: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Once you start filming, you’re going to be so busy that you’re not going to have time to think about my cock.”Her eyelids narrowed. “Is that your way of ending things between us, or do you really believe my schedule is going to be an issue for us?” When she shifted her legs again, her dress rode up to her mid-thigh, and she made no effort to lower it. “Because I’m the kind of girl who can work sixty hours a week and find the hours to volunteer and run five miles a day and have drinks with girlfriends and stop by the studio to paint. I know how to juggle, whether it be jobs or balls—I’ve got both covered.”She was quick with her mouth.Another reason she was fucking perfect for this show.But it was a mouth that also sucked cock like I’d never felt before, and that was what was on my mind right now.Damn it.I lifted the folder from my desk—a copy that had my notes and legal definitions written in the margins to help her understand the difficult jargon, unlike the version she had—and

Goddamn it, Kendall was a good girl.Normally, I didn’t do good. I found bad and naughty, who didn’t give a shit about what happened past the morning, an orgasm the only thing we were both after.But not Kendall.She wanted … more.Something I’d always avoided, which was why I couldn’t understand the reason I was still taunting myself with her. Why thoughts of her were eating away at me. Why the need to see her was consuming me.“That one,” Jenner said, nodding toward the table across from us, where two chicks were eye-fucking my brothers and me.“Hell no.” I glanced at Jenner. “The ginger is not my type, and the other is an old client.”“How old?” Ford asked.“Not old enough.” I twirled my glass over the tabletop. “She switched law firms when my assistant walked in on her and Jeffrey fucking in the copy room.”“Jeffrey, your paralegal?” Ford asked.I nodded.“She couldn’t hook the lawyer, so she went for the next best thing. Maybe it’s time to nibble on her bait,” Ford said.“Jesus.”

The driver turned up the music just when his tip entered my mouth, a moan releasing in my throat as I sucked on the end.He gripped my hair like he was holding the end of a rope and guided me up and down his long, thick shaft. I reached inside his boxers again to cup his balls, tickling them as I flicked my tongue over his crown. Even Dominick’s skin tasted delicious. And while I used my free hand to pump his base, making sure all of him was covered, I bobbed as deeply as I could go.His breathing was only loud enough for me to hear, but each exhale caused a tingle inside me. So did the way he urged his hips forward and rocked them back, fisting my hair, showing me how much he was enjoying this.I went deeper, faster, squeezing my hand a little tighter near the bottom.And suddenly, there was a change. His dick turned even harder, almost pulsing, his hand tightening around my locks.“Fuck,” he hissed quietly.In one quick thrust, his hips jerked forward, and a warmth began to fill my

“My answer to that question is always yes.”The app on her phone told me we were only a few minutes from her place. “I know you just moved in. Do you have food in your apartment?”“I haven’t been grocery shopping yet.” She laughed. “But ask me if I have tequila and wine because, of course, I have plenty of both.”“Priorities.”She lifted her cup out of the holder. “And coffee—I couldn’t survive without it.”“What are you craving?”“Pancakes.” Her stomach made a noise again, and she patted it. “I stumbled upon this little restaurant the other day that’s about a block away. They have the world’s best pancakes.”“Let’s go.”“Now?”I slowed as the light turned red. “Why not?”“I suppose I could delay my unpacking for an hour or so.” She glanced down at her lap. “But I can’t go like this. I have to change; I look like a walk of shame.”“We’ll fix that.” Her building came into view, and I pulled over, parking a few spots from the entrance. “Do you want to go up and change, and when you come

How could he have this endless faith in me but so easily let me go?How could he hold my face and hand, moments that weren’t sexual at all, but only want to fuck me?How did he not yearn for more time, smiles, laughter, mornings where I woke up in his arms?“Breakfast is served,” the waitress said, tearing me from my thoughts as she set our plates in front of us, the stack of pancakes so large that I’d never finish them. “Let me grab the coffee, and I’ll top off your mugs. Can I get you anything else?”I didn’t want to release Dominick’s stare, but I forced myself to take a quick scan of the table, noticing the extra napkins she had brought and the full carafe of creamer and that we had plenty of butter and syrup.“I think we’re good,” I told her.“Great. Enjoy.”I rested my fork on the side of my plate, watching Dominick cut into his first bite. “I have to witness this. My heart is telling me those pancakes are about to blow your mind.”He chuckled. “Don’t get your hopes up. Like I t