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“I thought you never worked on criminal cases.”
“I’m a mergers and acquisitions lawyernow. But I did parts of my internship at a courthouse, and I’ve read hundreds and hundreds of pages of criminal cases in law school.”
“Really?”
“I knew that would excite you.”
“You’re like the ultimate true crime fan. That’s what a lawyer is, you know.”
He shakes his head, but he’s laughing. “You’re unbelievable.”
I sit up straighter. “But it’s true! You guys were the first-ever fans. Some of the cases I’ve followed, you must be an expert in.”
“I’m an expert in all things,” he says.
“Right, of course, but likean actualexpert.” My eyes widen. “Hey, on second thought, don’t read any of my books. Ever.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m sure I’ve made every mistake in the book when it comes to legalese.”
“Don’t you want that pointed out?”
“Notafterthe book is finished!”
He stands, stretching. His body should be familiar to me now, after yesterday, but the long planes of his frame, and the muscles of his stomach and chest still beckon me to explore.
“You’ll have to use me before it’s finished, then,” he says.
“You’d take time out of your precious schedule for that?”
Phillip crosses the distance to me. He leans a hand on each armrest. “I think I’d find the time,” he says. “Especially if it would mean reading about a version of myself.”
“Your fictional vacation self,” I say.
“Exactly.”
I uncurl my legs and lie flat on the lounge chair. “What is your hourly rate, anyway?”
He leans down. “Why do you want to know?”
I shrug, trying to look nonchalant. “Maybe I’m just curious to know what last night would’ve cost me.”
His eyes widen, and then he chuckles. The sound is dark. “Baby, I would never have charged you.”
“Mmm.” I spread my legs a little and arch my back. “You weren’t exactly giving legal advice, either.”
“Not a lick of it,” he murmurs and kisses me.
It starts slow and deep. Skin warm from the sun where I drag my hands over his arms. His knee comes to rest between my thighs, and I tug at him to get closer. He lowers, bracing over me on the lounger.
It creaks us.
“Worth the risk,” I say.
His mouth is at my collarbone. “What risk?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I murmur and pull my knees up to grip his hips.Good thing we’re not on the public beach.
