He groans against my lips then moves his mouth across my cheek to my ear. “God, Jo, you are so fucking beautiful. You’re driving me crazy.”
My lips find his ear, and I lick around the lobe, savoring the twitch of his cock in my hand and the shudder that rolls through his body. “Ditto, counselor.”
“Fuck!” He pulls his head back and takes my face in his hand. “Say that again.”
“Say what?”
He grins and tilts my head back, then presses his lips to mine. “Call me counselor.”
The giggle tumbles from my mouth, and I can barely get the words out. “Whatever you want, counselor.”
With a chuckle, he pulls back slightly and quirks an eyebrow at me. How the hell does he make that look so damn sexy? “Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous statement, Attorney Westmore.”
8
WADE
JOSETTE’S BREATH CATCHES, AND SHE gulps. Watching her throat contract has my cock jumping in her grip again. All I can think about is what it will feel like to have her swallowing my dick and my cum.
Christ.
If I don’t get myself under control, this will be over before it even starts. Control has never been an issue for me. At least, not since I was a teenager. But Josette seems to hold a power over me. And I’m happy to let her wield it.
I urge her to set her feet on the floor again then jerk my shirt off over my head. She takes the hint and pulls off her tank top, letting her perfect breasts sway freely.
Oh…fuck me…
They call to me like beacons in the night, but I force myself to bend down to snatch a condom from my jeans. The last thing I expected was to be using one tonight, but in my profession—at least the now-former secondary one—I need to have them at the ready at all times. I’ve never been so happy to be prepared.
Her eyes follow my hand, and then she glances down the hallway. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the?—”
My mouth on hers silences the question. Yes, we will make it to the bedroom…eventually.
But not now.
I push the condom into her hand and hook my fingers into her panties. Fuck. They’re soaked. If there was any question about whether she wanted me as much as I want her, these are proof she needs it as badly as I do.
While I drag them down her legs, she tears the package open. There’s no way I can resist having her pussy right in front of my face. As much as I want my cock buried inside her, I want to taste her more.
She uses her free hand to tug on my arm, encouraging me back up, but I ignore the gesture, instead focusing all my attention on the beauty before me.
The carpet matches the drapes.
And fuck, she is beautiful.
With an approving groan, I lean in and press on her thighs, urging her to spread them wider. She complies, and I waste no time diving in and slipping my tongue into her wet heat.
Jesus fucking Christ.
It’s like I’m a thirsty man stranded in the desert who finally found a fucking oasis. And I can’t drink enough. My tongue probes and flicks, and her whimpers assure me I’m doing something right. Fingers dig into my scalp, and she pleads. “Please…Wade…I need…”
“What?” My murmur against her heated flesh sends her writhing against the wall. “Tell me.”
“I need to come.”
Don’t we all…
As much as I want to feel her come apart against my mouth and on my tongue, I don’t want to tease her any longer. It’s time for both of us to get what we want. And that’s only going to happen once my cock is buried deep inside her pussy.
