Lovers in law (3 page)

I couldn’t tell from Allie’s
face whether or not she believed me. She certainly didn’t look in
the mood to accept my apology and glared when she sat down. Her
hand shook, rattling her cup against its saucer and the vein pulsed
harder in her throat, betraying the inner turmoil raging behind
those long-lashed, green eyes.

But even though she clearly felt
threatened – whether personally or professionally – she never once
broke eye contact and stared me down.

“Why don’t we get onto safer ground
and talk about the case?” she suggested, changing the subject
deftly while she restored her self-control. “Am I simply checking
the paperwork or do you want my legal input?”

“Both.” I fought to focus on
something other than the way her heavy breathing pushed her breasts
alluringly against her red, silk blouse. “I’m doing a final review
of evidence and I’ll need you to plug gaps in the witness
statements and technical data.”

“Do you want to talk me through
what you’ve got so far?”

She got to her feet to walk over to
the table and I had no option but to stand up too. My erection
bulged tellingly and I prayed she wouldn’t look down. If she
noticed, she didn’t pass comment but I felt uncharacteristically
self-conscious, all the same.

What was it about this woman? Words
like uncertain, hesitant and out of control never featured in my
vocabulary. And yet I felt all of these at once – with lust,
longing and impurity thrown in for good measure.

Allie leaned forward across
the wide table, reaching for files and familiarising herself with
their layout. Her skirt stretched tight across that magnificent
arse of hers, daring me to imagine what it would be like to fuck
her right there from behind. There was a suggestion of a panty
line; small, delicate and, in my imagination, transparent black
lace.

I groaned audibly and thanked my
lucky stars that she focused her entire attention on the files, not
on me. I’m never at a loss around women, but this one had me bound,
gagged and ready to submit.

Or was that another fantasy I’d be
wanking over later?

For God’s sake, get a grip, a voice
inside my head shouted. You’re acting like the worst kind of
lovesick fool because a beautiful woman has walked into chambers
and dared to answer back.

Only it wasn’t love, I felt
for Allie Lawless. It was something far more base. And a lot less
pure.

She pulled out a chair and sat
down, our argument forgotten as soon as she opened the first file
and switched to lawyer mode.

And that’s where the second
surprise of the day came.

As soon as she opened her mouth I
knew this woman wasn’t only beautiful, she was smart too. And not
the normal, keen and hungry law graduate intelligent either. I’m
talking off-the-scale brilliant, perceptive and razor sharp.

Within five minutes she was tearing
my case preparations apart, getting me to justify every aspect of
my cross examination strategy and forcing me to re-evaluate the
evidence I’d so far collected.

No one puts me on the back foot in
a courtroom – which is how I justify my exorbitant fees. But this
woman had me tied up in legal knots before the morning was half way
through. The harder I argued my case, the stronger she came back at
me; tearing my arguments to shreds and forcing me to back up
everything with evidence from the files. She picked up on the most
obscure points I’d overlooked and came up with suggestions for
plugging the holes, quoting case law until my head span.

I couldn’t hide my admiration.

“I hadn’t expected you’d be so…” I
groped for the word.

“Helpful?” she suggested, with the
faintest, self-satisfied smile.

“Scholarly,” I corrected her,
watching her reaction closely in case my compliment provoked
another argument. “Where did you study?”

“Same place as you.”

“Balliol, Oxford?”

She nodded. “And I won the Melton
Prize.”

Now I really was impressed.
The criteria for the Melton Prize were so tough it was only awarded
once in a blue moon. It had gone unclaimed for five years when I’d
received it. If I hadn’t already worked out that Allie Lawless had
a serious legal brain behind that beautiful face, this fact alone
would have given it away.

“Not just a pretty face then,” I
said, risking another outburst.

But she gave me another of her
breathtaking smiles in reply and my stomach flipped. This woman was
seriously gorgeous and the closer I got, the more gorgeous she
became. And the more unattainable.

But I’d always loved a challenge.
Particularly in such an attractive package.

Allie swept her tongue across her
top lip, forcing me to imagine it trailing down across my chest and
licking the length of my cock before those hot, red lips encircled
me and sucked hard. I shifted in my chair as the inevitable
happened and my cock hardened again.

Working with her would have
me either dying from sexual frustration, or going insane with lust
by the end of the case. I wondered how long it would take Mike to
recover from his broken leg and whether I could ask for an
adjournment until then.

“I’m sorry we got off on the wrong
foot,” Allie said, taking me by surprise. She didn’t look like the
kind of woman who regretted much. “I was nervous and stressed this
morning. I overreacted.”

“And I was rude. Which makes
us even.” It occurred to me that she hadn’t actually said whether
she was involved in a relationship and I couldn’t resist another
line of questioning. “But now we’re back on the subject of late
nights and jealous spouses, the clients have invited us out to
dinner a week on Friday. Will that be a problem?”

“Not at all.”

“I’m afraid your partner isn’t
invited. Just us, the directors and major shareholders.”

“Okay.”

Still no clues. Maddening woman.
“Don’t you normally have plans on a Friday night?”

“Nothing I can’t cancel.” The
suspicion of a devilish smile told me she was enjoying stringing me
along. “Where are we going?”

“The Savoy. Eight o’clock. Black
tie.” I was already hoping for something short, tight-fitting and
low cut on her.

Allie’s stomach rumbled
loudly
at the mention of food. She
laughed and spread her hand across her taut belly, drawing my eyes
down into her lap and the thoughts of the sweet heaven that lay
under her skirt.

Well a guy can dream, can’t he?

“It’s all the talk of dinner making
me hungry,” she said. “We got so carried away, we’ve worked through
lunch.”

A glance at my watch told me it was
already three-thirty and I apologised.

“Don’t. It’s been fascinating.” She
meant it too. My ego went up a notch.

She uncrossed her legs and the toe
of one shoe scraped up my shin, accompanied by the rustle of her
stockinged thighs brushing against each other. My cock strained
against my trousers, begging for release and my balls tightened. I
couldn’t remember the last time I wanted to fuck a woman so
much.

As Allie leaned forward to re-read
her notes her blouse gaped far enough apart for me to see the bra
I’d been imagining since first thing that morning. I’d pictured red
bows on black lace but this was black bows on shocking pink.

Far less predictable. Just like
her.

She looked up suddenly and caught
me staring. I think I actually blushed. Me, the unshockable,
unflappable, Radford Byrne; the terror of the courtroom, blushing
like a schoolboy at being caught looking down a woman’s blouse.

Allie gave me a knowing look but
her anger didn’t revive. Instead, she stared hard at my chest,
tracing the imagined outlines with her eyes, and giving that
self-satisfied smile again. Had I not known better, I’d have said
she was checking me out. Her glance down at my groin, added weight
to my theory, as did the unconscious gesture of licking her
lips.

Suddenly, I wished we’d met
anywhere other than in chambers. I’m a huge fan of hot, casual
encounters that end in down and dirty sex and Allie Lawless was a
woman I’d love to have met in a bar.

My colleagues don’t know it, but
I’m a flirt.

Can’t help myself.

While my silver tongue has talked
my clients out of huge messes, it’s also talked me into a lot of
women’s beds. I love the whole process – from eye contact to
rolling between the sheets. If we make it as far as the bed.

And we rarely do.

Imagine swapping dirty talk and
bodily fluids with a woman this intelligent. It’d take filthy
flirting to a whole new level.

“Would you mind if I stepped out
for a sandwich,” Allie asked, derailing my train of thought. “Only
I missed breakfast this morning.”

“Why don’t we finish for the day?”
I suggested. My cock was telling me I needed to head home urgently
for a cold shower. Or a wank. I couldn’t decide which. “We’ve
covered far more ground than I’d hoped and I need to read the brief
for my case tomorrow.”

She stood up, her belly button only
inches away from my face. God only knows how I stopped myself
cupping her perfectly-formed arse and pulling her towards me. I
inhaled her body heat and the ghost of her perfume. Pre-cum soaked
my underwear and I shifted uncomfortably.

“I’ll get on to these missing
witness statements first thing in the morning.” she promised,
putting her jacket back on and packing away her laptop. “Shall I
come back to chambers next week sometime?”

“Make it Wednesday,” I said,
wondering how I was going to last five whole days without seeing
her. “I’m in court for most of next week so I’ll have to catch you
during recesses.”

We swapped mobile numbers in case
there was a change of plan. I reminded myself that phone sex was
probably out of the question.

For the moment.

In a desperate attempt to cool my
ardour, my mind jumped to the most boring report the Zeus
Developments case had thrown up – expert testimony on stress
fractures in concrete – and I deliberately tried to recall every
excruciating detail. By the time Allie had zipped up her briefcase,
I’d succeeded in returning my erection to manageable proportions
and stood up.

Like the gentleman I am, I
went to open the door for her but Allie had other ideas. She
suddenly wedged one of her high heels against it and her briefcase
hit the floor. Before I could wonder what was happening, her hand
went around the back of my neck and she pulled my lips down hard
onto hers.

Those sweet red mouth parted
– as hot and hungry as I’d imagined – and her tongue swept across
my closed lips, daring me to respond.

What can I say?

I’d spent hours fantasising about
touching this woman and suddenly she had her hands either side of
my face and was taking ownership of my mouth.

What was I going to do? Pull
away?

Please!

My predictable hands went straight
for that curvy arse of hers and I wrenched her against me. Pert but
still sexily soft. A perfectly-formed handful.

A gasp escaped her at the pressure
of my cock against her belly and she spread her hand across my back
to pull me closer. Inch by sexy inch of her voluptuous body moulded
itself to mine. Soft curves crushed against hard muscle and still
she kissed me, her breath hot against my cheek.

And, believe me, this woman knew
how to kiss.

Her ravenous mouth devoured mine,
sultry and wet. When my tongue plunged between her lips she sucked
hard and bit down, drawing me deep inside her, all the while
grinding her lips against mine.

If this was only her mouth, imagine
how her pussy would feel and taste.

My fantasies spiralled out of
control.

I loved an element of danger but
fucking a woman in chambers went too far, even for me. The only
things missing from this hot scenario were a locked door and the
privacy to play out those fantasies across her body. I needed to
get her back to my apartment for some serious mouth to body
contact.

But I couldn’t leave off kissing
her for long enough to make the suggestion.

I’d never been brought so
close to coming by simply snogging a fully-clothed woman. My
rock-hard cock thrust painfully against my clothes, sore and raw
and desperate for release. What I wouldn’t have given to have
Allie’s insatiable mouth clamped around my shaft, biting and
sucking hard until I came explosively against the back of her
throat.

Desperate to take this further, my
hands left Allie’s arse and slid up inside her shirt. Her soft skin
burned hot and she squirmed against me, chafing my cock with her
belly and driving me wild.

Not caring who might walk in on us
I grabbed hard at one of her breasts and pinched her nipple through
the shocking-pink lace. She moaned and arched her back toward me,
leaving off kissing me for the briefest moment to catch her
breath.

When her lips met mine again,
passion exploded and gave her the strength to wrong foot me. I
slammed back up against the door, the breath knocked from me. But
she was on me again in a second and I didn’t put up much of a
fight.

One slender thigh forced itself
between mine and her hip bone ground against my leaden balls, The
pressure forced pre-cum out of the tip of my cock. A hot, musky
scent enveloped us – my cock and her pussy ready for sex – and her
teeth clamped down hard on my bottom lip.

I groaned against her mouth.

“I want to fuck you,” I gasped at
last. “Let’s get out of here.”

But the words acted like a deluge
of cold water on Allie.

Her lips broke away from mine and
she took a hasty step back, still breathing hard. I reached for her
again but she ducked away and tucked in her blouse, suddenly back
in brisk lawyer mode.