Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 59287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“What’s the other sixty percent?”
“I believe that’s quite obvious.”
“Where?”
He closed the remaining gap between us.
I didn't move.
I couldn't.
He tilted my chin up with his fingertips, looking right into my eyes.
His lips landed on mine and he pulled me flush against his chest.
“Is it obvious now?” He growled against my mouth, pinning me against the door with his hips.
His tongue tamed mine within seconds, making it clear that he was in control. Not me.
As I was staring into his eyes—watching the hunger dance in his irises—he slowly slid a hand under my dress.
“Ahhh…” I moaned as his palm moved between my thighs, as he pushed my panties to the side.
“Is your pussy wet for me?” He bit my lip, but he didn’t wait for an answer. He pressed his thumb against my soaking wet clit, then he rubbed it with a slow, torturous rhythm.
The doorknob pressed into the groove of my back, but I was too lost in his unrelenting kisses to care.
No man had ever controlled me like this, and I didn’t want it to end.
“Olivia…” he said my name in a way that made my heart race. Then he uttered some lines I couldn’t quite hear over my own moaning.
Without warning, he suddenly withdrew his hand.
“No…” I looked at him, wanting him to put it back.
“Take this off.” He tugged at the hem of my dress. “Now.”
I stalled, too aroused to move.
“Okay, then…” There was a bite of anger in his voice. He grabbed it and pulled it over my head, exposing that the only thing I was wearing underneath was a pair of red lace panties.
He pressed his palms against my breasts and kissed my neck. Then he trailed his kisses down to my right nipple, sucking it between his lips.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair as he blew against me, as he shifted his head and sucked on my left one.
Without saying a word, returned his mouth to my neck while he slipped two fingers deep inside me, making me moan against his chest.
“This is how I want you to ride my dick…” he whispered against my neck. “Tell me how bad you want it…”
“Yes…” I moaned. “I want it…”
“In your mouth, too?”
“Yes…In my mouth, too.” I repeated as his fingers fucked me harder.
“Stay the hell away from me this week,” he growled against my lips, still pleasuring my pussy. “I don’t need to be alone with you.”
“I…” I was nearing the edge. “I…”
My pussy throbbed against his hand and I screamed into his chest, stunned that I’d come that hard.
He held me taut as I recovered, and I felt him pressing kisses against my hair.
When I finally stopped trembling, he pulled his fingers from me, and I felt empty.
“Here.” He grabbed my dress off the floor. “Hold your hands up.”
I obeyed and he gently positioned it back over my body. Then he slid his hand between my legs again and snatched off my panties.
Tucking them into his pocket, he stared at me for several seconds.
“You have a week to give me your final research on my old case.” He pressed his forehead against mine. “Don’t come to my courtroom and distract me, or else.”
“Or else, what?”
His lips found mine again, much rougher this time, and his hands gripped my waist.
I stared into his eyes as he kissed me even harder than the first time.
“Anyone in here this morning?” Someone called out on the other side of the door. “Hellooo?”
Liam pulled apart from me, but this time there wasn’t anger in his eyes.
There was longing.
“I meant what I said about staying away from me.” He opened the door. “Go away.”
“What about the list?”
“I’ll come up with another one for you later,” he said. “Walk away, Miss Spencer. I’m not letting you have the last word.”
“I wasn’t trying to take it.”
“Get out.”
RECESS (N.):
A BREAK IN A TRIAL OR OTHER COURT PROCEEDINGS OR A LEGISLATIVE SESSION UNTIL A CERTAIN DATE AND TIME.
LIAM
The sweet taste of Olivia clung to my lips all morning. Through every arraignment and objection. Every argument and recess.
Yet I did my best to avoid looking at her.
She avoided looking at me.
I asked Mara to deliver messages on my behalf when I needed something.
She asked an intern to deliver the ones for her.
At the end of the night, when we were the last two in chambers, I pulled her back into my office and made her ride my hand again. Before I let her come, I made her promise to take all of my dick if we ever went further.
A lot further.
I was tempted to follow her to the parking lot, to make her come home with me instead, so I spent the night in chambers alone again.
FLIGHT (N.):
RUNNING AWAY OR HIDING BY A PERSON OFFICIALLY ACCUSED OF A CRIME WITH THE APPARENT INTENT OF AVOIDING ARREST OR PROSECUTION.