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Visceral possession rumbles under my skin, holding this woman, who I believe with every ounce of my soul, is mine.
Through my lizard brain and the caveman-like mindset my brothers and I get when we want something, a sliver of reason urges me to let Jillian go.
I release her because she’s not some half-buzzed woman dancing off a break-up, or a tough week at the office. She’s not someone I can fuck in the bathroom and forget about two seconds after I come. Jillian is a law-educated woman with connections that could get my arse arrested if I go too far.
Believe the woman…
One-hundred-fucking percent. If she complains, I’m toast.
“If you change your mind,” I say not sure how to push away this guttural urge to drag her into my bed, fuck her until she screams my name, and dump an ungodly amount of cum inside that fresh, sweet pussy.
Not getting what I want is as foreign to me as not taking a knife and slitting some uncooperative eejit’s throat.
This is new.
New can be exciting.
I relish the chase. Getting her to want me. Although, she’s dedicated her life to putting people like me in prison, so every fiber in her body will fight me.
There has to be another way.
To get my mind off this insatiable lust, I sit down and scan the motions the Borgia’s attorney-du-jour keeps making.
Needs new representation.
Needs new representation.
Needs new representation.
Shaking my head, I take out a pen and note pad from the middle drawer and start writing.
A warm, dainty hand covers mine. “What are you copying? That’s confidential information and can’t be spread around.”
Our eyes lock on her use of the word spread.
“Let’s set some boundaries, sparkles. Touch me again, I’m taking that as consent, and you will be on your back getting railed.”
She whips her hand away. “That’s a stretch.”
Like how my cock will stretch that sexy cunt.
“Those are my terms. Touch equals consent.” I lean my scruffy chin on my hands. “Unless you find it impossible not to touch me?”
A blush spreads across her cheeks, and I notice how she’s dressed. White button-down shirt tucked into a tight pencil skirt that hugs her arse so snugly I see the outline of her cheeks.
That luscious ice-blonde hair is pulled back into a sleek bun with pins I want to yank out and feel it all spill into my hands.
Wind it around my fingers and bring her face to my cock so she can suck me dry.
Fuuuuck…
“If that’s the way you want it.” She steps back, stroking her neck.
“The way I want it is you naked on this desk and me licking your cunt.”
Her hands drop. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
