Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 22937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Grab onto your bookshelf.”
I obey and watch as he pulls on another condom. Then he slides the chair closer and positions my pussy right over his cock.
“Slide down and take all of it...” he commands.
I place my hands on his shoulders and straddle his lap, slowly lowering myself onto his cock.
His eyes remain on mine, and I gasp with every inch of him I take.
When he’s completely inside me, he holds onto my hips and moves me. Slowly, then faster.
Then he whispers, “Keep going like that…”
I nod and move my hips, enjoying every inch of his ride, but the pressure between my thighs is building up all over again.
Too fast….
Leaning forward, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, keeping his other hand pressed firmly against my back.
I come apart against him, gasping and struggling for air as he holds me taut.
He holds me still and stiffens, and we remain entwined for what feels like hours.
“So…” I whisper. “This means we’re talking again?”
“We’re not talking about anything for the rest of the night.” He kisses me. “Get off my cock and then get on your knees…”
CONFESSION (N.):
THE STATEMENT OF ONE CHARGED WITH A CRIME THAT HE/SHE COMMITTED THE CRIME.
JAMESON
Iwake up under a bright pink banner that reads “To Be Or Not to Be.” There are pictures of Scarlett tacked on the wall to my left, and it takes me far too many seconds to realize I spent the night at her place.
In her goddamn dorm room...
Our clothes are strewn all over her floor, and the top of her trash can is filled with foil packets—clear-cut evidence of just how many times we failed to stick to “one more time...”
Slowly sitting up, I rub my temples and let out a deep sigh.
If I possessed any sense, I would get dressed, leave her a “thanks for a good time” note, and block her from my phone and my firm for the rest of my life.
Keyword: If...
I stand up from the bed, and Scarlett immediately rolls over.
“You’re leaving me?” she whispers, and I know that she’s implying two things with that question.
I stare at her, unsure of what the hell I’m supposed to say, where the hell we’re supposed to go after this.
“We don’t have to talk about this right now,” I say.
“Ever or just right now?”
“Both...”
“So, you’re gone for good?” she presses. “You could at least tell me that.”
“No. I’m not.” I push strands of hair away from her forehead and stare into her eyes.
Before I can ask her what her plans are for today, my cell phone vibrates against her desk.
“Give me a second,” I say, walking over to answer the unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Mr. Tate,” the voice belongs to R.L., one of my biggest and most complicated clients. And it instantly reminds me of what I’m supposed to be doing, what I’m supposed to be focused on.
“Am I catching you at a bad time this morning?” he asks.
“I’m shocked you even asked,” I say, stepping back toward Scarlett’s mirror. “You don’t usually care about anyone but yourself.”
“That’s fair,” he says. “Are you still undefeated in court these days?”
“You wouldn’t be calling me if I wasn’t.”
“So, there’s no need for small talk.” He lets out a small laugh. “Some of my team members have unfortunately found themselves in some small trouble lately, and I need your help.”
“How bad is it?”
“Nothing you can’t handle, I’m sure.”
“How fucking bad is it?” I repeat. “Rate it on a scale of one to ten.”
“Two hundred.”
“Anything violent?”
“Three of the thirty charges,” he says. “And they’re allegedly violent. There’s no such thing as a crime without a conviction, right?”
He throws out my line and doesn’t give me a chance to reel him in.
“The official arraignments take place Thursday,” he says, “but I’m not expecting you to show up for that. I just need you to take over from our basic legal team right after, if you’re interested in adding another near-impossible win to your record...”
“I’ll consider it,” I say, knowing that it’ll probably be a yes. “You’ll need to meet me at my firm so we can go over the terms.”
“I’ve already booked a flight,” he says it like it’s a done deal. “Thank you very much for your consideration, Mr. Tate.”
I don’t say “You’re welcome.”
I never do when it comes to clients like him.
Instead, I end the call and send Rachel a text.
Client R.L. is back. Assemble my top five researchers and clear out my Thursday.
Rachel
Right away.
Scarlett slowly sits up, swinging her legs off the side.
Still naked, she watches me pull on my briefs and pants. Picking up my shirt, I stare back at her as I slowly button it.
“Here...” Scarlett stands up and holds out my watch.
Without thinking, I press a hand against her left breast, gently rolling her nipple between my fingers.
A soft moan leaves her lips, and before I know it, I’m lifting her up and spreading her legs open on her mattress, devouring her pussy for breakfast.