Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel (5 page)

I pinch at her
nipple and push two fingers inside, the slickness of her desire
making entrance easy. She groans, pumping her hips back and forth,
and I let her ride my hand for a bit. Slowly, I push my chest
forward, causing her to start bending over, never decreasing the pace
of my fingering.

“Keep your
eyes closed,” I remind her, removing my hand from her breast
and bringing it down to her hip.

When her chest
reaches the stone wall, I push her all the way down until her breasts
mash against the cool concrete and her ass is tipped upward at me.

Nice.

My fingers are in
deep and my thumb is working her hard. All that’s left to do is
line up and push my way in. But I wait… wait until I see her
trembling become a little fiercer and she sucks in a large gulp of
air. Her body tenses hard, and I know her orgasm is starting.

That’s when I
quickly remove my fingers, bracing my hands on her hips, and slam
forward. She takes me all the way in and fuck… I can feel her
spasming all around me as she comes with an almost pained cry.

Not going to last
long at all, so I start hitting it hard. I wanted to go slow out
here, relish the scenery, listen to the sounds of the city. But I
can’t. I’m chasing another orgasm… seeking one
greater than the last, because I know this woman is the one that can
give it to me. I just know it will be better than before.

My blood pulses hard
within my veins, sweat breaks out on my forehead, and all the muscles
in my lower back tense. Pressure bubbles and roils deep in my groin,
and I slam into her harder and harder. I listen to her carefully
though, as I don’t want to hurt her. She moans sweetly and once
she says, “God yes.”

God? No.

Matt Fucking
Connover? Yes.

I thrust in one more
time, my ass cheeks squeezing so hard I’m afraid I might get a
Charlie horse, and then I unload inside of her as I shout out to the
New York skyline, “Fuck yes!”

***

I take the last swig
of beer and drop the bottle on the floor beside my recliner. It
clanks against the other one laying there on the carpet. I’ve
been in this damn chair all day, having crashed here when I came home
this morning at dawn.

I have never fucked
so hard and for so long in my life, but it’s like we could not
get enough of each other. I was like the fucking Energizer Bunny and
just couldn’t stop. Even the last time… before we left…
I was bound and determined to go down on her and ring one more orgasm
out of that sweet body. She tried to push me off, told me she
couldn’t, and I growled back at her that she could.

Then I showed her
that she could.

It took thirty
minutes but fuck… she came hard. Even though I didn’t
have another orgasm left inside of me, getting her off one more time
left me a satisfied man.

My gaze lands on the
TV… on some baseball game I could care less about, but I’m
too lazy to lift the remote to point it at the TV to change it. I
swear…
Stella
may have broken me.

And yet… I
find myself thinking about her all day, getting the periodic hard-on
and wishing she were here right now so I could sink into her.

Fuckity-fuck. What
the fuck is wrong with me?

Rubbing my hands
over my face and then scraping my fingers across my scalp, I try to
bring some clarity to my brain. Why am I obsessing and still thinking
about a woman I will never see again? I mean, she was a great lay.

A really great lay.

Oh, who the fuck am
I kidding? She was the best lay I’ve ever had.

I don’t know
why. It’s not like I did anything with her that I haven’t
done with countless other women. She’s beautiful, but I’ve
fucked beautiful women before. She’s not even that adventurous,
preferring vanilla to kink. I think the dirtiest she got with me last
night was when I made her put her red lipstick back on before sucking
my cock a second time. But she just gamely raised one eyebrow at me
before pulling the lipstick tube out of her purse and slathering it
on that amazing mouth of hers.

Then she gave me a
blow job that made my eyes cross.

I think the thing
that probably hit me right in the belly… made my attraction to
her skyrocket into the stratosphere, was out on the balcony. She was
terrified of heights, but she stayed out there because she knew that
was a fantasy of mine. She closed her eyes, faced her fears, and let
me fuck her while I looked twenty stories down to the Manhattan
streets. She was a fucking champ.

All. Freaking.
Night.

All freaking night
we went at it, taking breaks to drink water, sometimes dozing while
we spooned, and once, ordering room service. While giving my dick a
chance to recover, we talked about our mutual interests, but we never
got anywhere close to divulging identifying information about
ourselves. Still… the conversation was light, easy, and she
made me laugh on more than one occasion. I found her wit to be razor
sharp, sarcastic, and completely self-deprecating. I ate that shit
up.

Somewhere between
the time we fucked in the shower, and when I went down on her the
last time, I started thinking about asking for her phone number. I
thought maybe we could get together again… maybe in a week or
so.

Or maybe the next
night.

Whatever.

I thought possibly I
could even take her to dinner. It’s not an unheard of concept
for me. I mean, I took Marissa out to dinner when we were dating, I’m
sure I remember how to do it.

But just as soon as
that thought entered my head, I banished it. Stomped it down good
into the dark recesses of my mind. Then I locked it up and threw away
the key.

Matt Fucking
Connover does not date.

He does not give.

He takes, and he may
reciprocate, but he has no room in his life for a woman.

No matter how great
a fuck she is.

So when dawn was
just around the corner, we silently got dressed, sometimes looking at
each other with a soft smile or a sly grin. I was exhausted, yet
exhilarated, and when I watched her hook her bra behind her back, I
thought briefly about pushing her back down on the bed. But I shook
my head, cleared my thoughts, and mentally started pushing
Stella
out of my head.

We walked out of the
hotel together, and I hailed her a cab. When it pulled to the curb, I
gave her a soft kiss and said, “That may have been the best
night of my life. I shit you not.”

Yeah, I know…
not the most romantic stuff I’ve ever spouted out, but it was
truthful. I think it may have been the single best night of my life.

Pushing myself up
from my chair, I bend over and grab the empty beer bottles. Padding
into the kitchen, I put them in the recycle bin and open the fridge
for something to eat. Nothing looks appealing, mostly because a lot
of it’s covered with green fuzz, so I just pull another beer
out and twist the top off.

Stella
the
hot banker is done. Over. Finished.

I tell myself to
forget about her, although I’ll allow myself to bring forth the
memories when I jerk off. That’s allowed.

Turning back to the
living room, I head for my recliner, content to spend the rest of the
evening there watching TV.

“So then the
judge apologized to me for the misunderstanding, and we had a good
laugh about it. The entire courtroom was in stitches,” Lorraine
says as she giggles like a thirteen-year-old girl and reaches out
again to touch my arm lightly with her hand.

I see her opening
her mouth but all I hear is
blah, blah, blah
. She’s been
talking inanely for the last fifteen minutes, throwing in flirty
giggles and touches while we wait for her associate attorney, McKayla
Dawson, to show up.

I want to pull my
hair out.

Glancing at my
watch, I pin a hard stare at Lorraine. “Perhaps you should give
Miss Dawson a call to see where she is.”

I can’t abide
people being late, and Miss Dawson certainly isn’t off to a
good start with my firm this Monday morning. Add on to that, I’m
still cranky as hell, having not been able to shake the thought of
Stella from my mind. I keep thinking about contacting her through ONO
and see if we can get together again, and yeah… I know that
breaches my one-night rule, but fuck it.

She was too fucking
amazing to let her slip by without another taste, right?

Just as Lorraine is
reaching for her phone, the conference room doorknob turns and I wait
to get my first glance at the very late Miss Dawson. I put on my most
ferocious glare, so she knows I’m not happy to have been kept
waiting.

The door swings open
and I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut, then my dick
actually twitches and starts to get hard. Standing there with nervous
eyes, looking over at Lorraine, is Stella… The Hot Banker.

What the fuck is she
doing here? For a split second, I think that Stella must have stalked
me… followed me home after we parted ways Sunday morning, and
now, here she is, going all
Fatal Attraction
on me.

Fury rises up within
me, burning like boiling acid, even as my cock gets just a little
harder as I look at her standing there. I almost stand to confront
this stalker lunatic when I hear her say, “I’m so sorry
I’m late. I—the train was running late this morning.
Always seems to happen on a Monday.”

My jaw drops open as
I realize that this is McKayla Dawson… my newest attorney and
apparently not Stella, the Hot Banker.

She’s still
hot… beyond hot, wearing a slim, taupe skirt and a
champagne-colored, button-down shirt that is fitted to her body,
showcasing the lovely curve of her breasts without being
unprofessional. Four-inch taupe heels have her standing willowy and
tall, and fuck, I want her bad.

Lorraine is pissed.
“Then may I suggest you leave earlier on Mondays. McKayla…
this is your new boss, Matthew Connover.”

I snap my mouth shut
and school my features in an attempt to hide my anger, because even
though I’m assured she’s not a stalker, I’m still
pissed as hell that she’s here… in my firm… and
now apparently my employee. That little thought I had a few moments
ago to contact “Stella” through ONO just got shot down
quickly.

Stella… I
mean, McKayla, turns those green eyes my way and the minute she
recognizes me, I see the first jolt of shock go through her. I brace
myself, prepared for that moment when she says something damning
about our liaison this weekend, but she manages to pull off a cool
facade and gives me a fake smile of introduction. She’d make a
great litigator with that poker face she’s wearing right now.

I stand up from my
table and take a step toward her, holding my hand out. She takes it
and I’m not prepared for the sizzle of lustful electricity,
which courses through me when her skin touches mine. Releasing her
hand, I say, “Miss Dawson, it’s lovely to meet you.
Lorraine has told me a lot about you.”

“Pleased to
meet you, Mr. Connover,” she says, her voice slightly
quavering, so I know she’s just as shocked to see me as I am
her.

“Call me
Matt,” I say, and I know my voice is coming off cold as hell,
but I can’t help it. I’m still pissed she is standing
here as my employee, which means she will never be lying underneath
me again.

“You can call
me McKayla… or Mac,” she says, and I give her a short
nod of acknowledgement.

Taking my seat, I
hold my hand out to the one next to Lorraine, and Stella…
fuck, I mean, Mac, takes a seat and rests her forearms on the table,
sitting ramrod straight in her chair. She’s having as hard a
time as I am relaxing right now, and at least my cold demeanor can be
explained away as anger over her being late.

“Mac, this is
my partner, William Crown,” I say, pointing to the man sitting
to my right.

“It’s
Bill, actually. Nice to meet you,” he says genially.

Bill is a great guy.
We’ve been partners for almost ten years, and he’s about
fifteen years older than I am. He’s an excellent business law
attorney who became partners with me because he had money to invest
and didn’t want the headache of running a firm. We’ve
developed an easy friendship as well as a business relationship, and
I have to say, he’s about the closest thing I have to a real
friend nowadays. Not that we are super tight or anything, but we’ve
managed to make it ten years as partners without any major blowups or
fights.

When Mac’s
gaze returns to me after a nod of hello to Bill, I tell her, “I
wanted to have this meeting with you and Lorraine to welcome you to
Connover and Crown this morning. We’re excited to have you both
here.”

Mac’s left
eyebrow quirks up in skepticism because even though I just bid her
welcome to my firm, my voice is about as flat as a pancake. She’s
well aware that I am not happy to have her here.

Lorraine’s
hand sneaks out again and touches my arm, and I have to restrain
myself not to slap it. “Matt, I know I speak for both McKayla
and myself when I tell you we are just overjoyed to be part of your
team. You can count on us to get the job done.”

I pull my arm away
from Lorraine’s touch, and my gaze is hard. “Thank you
for that sentiment, Lorraine. I’m sure you’ll do just
fine here.”

“More than
just fine,” she titters, apparently not getting the fact she’s
irritating the fuck out of me.

I pick up the two
folders laying on the desk before me prepared by our human resources
department and hand them across the table. “Here are the
necessary forms you’ll need to fill out for human resources.
Lorraine, you’ll be direct reporting to Bill, and McKayla...
you’ll be reporting to me.”

Lorraine puts her
hand to her mouth and gives a tiny cough to get my attention. “I
thought McKayla would still report to me. I’m very familiar
with her work and have the necessary skills to manage her.”