Reasonable Doubt: Volume 1 (Reasonable Doubt 1)

“It’s a f**king promise.” I pushed her against the wall and pressed my lips against hers, lifting her leg around my waist.

My c**k had been hard ever since she set down my coffee, and she was rubbing her hand against it through my pants right now, murmuring.

I pulled a condom out of my pocket and pressed it into her hand as I devoured her mouth—biting her soft lips, teasing her tongue with mine. If I could, I would f**k her mouth all day.

As she unzipped my pants, I slipped a hand underneath her dress and pushed her panties to the side, groaning once I felt how wet she was.

“Andrew...” She was taking too long with the condom, so I did it myself. The second I had it on, I slid into her deeply, biting her lips so she wouldn’t scream.

I grabbed her hands and placed them around my neck. “Always wet...” I felt her trying to move her leg from around my waist but I held it still. “Say my name again...”

“Yes...” She gasped as I pounded into her, over and over and over. “Yes...”

“Say it.” I squeezed her ass.

Her murmurs were becoming louder and louder.

“My name, Aubrey...” I kissed her mouth. “Say my name...”

Her pu**y was gripping my c**k tighter and tighter, and her nails were clawing my neck. “I...I’m about to...”

I immediately stopped mid thrust and whispered harshly into her ear. “Say my f**king name, Aubrey...”

Her nails dug into my skin. “Andrew...”

At the sound of my name on her lips, I slid into her again and she came, so perfectly. I felt my own release seconds later, and could feel her burying her head in my chest to stifle her moans, but I tilted her head up.

“Stop that...”

Panting, she kept her eyes on mine. “Stop, what?”

“Hiding your voice from me...” I kissed her lips again, making no move to slide out of her, and we stood there entwined in each other for what felt like forever.

As much as I wanted to tell her to leave and get the hell out of my office, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I kissed her forehead and slowly pulled out, readjusting her dress.

After throwing away the condom, I picked up one of her heels that had fallen off and held it out for her.

Her curls were tousled all over her head, so I smoothed them back into place. As if she was returning the favor, she refastened my zipper and fixed the collar of my shirt.

Then the two of us stood staring at one another. I had no idea what the f**k just happened, and only a part of me liked it. The other half loved it.

“You need to get back to work.” I tugged at the ballet slipper charm around her neck. “You still owe me that Brownstein report, demotion or not.”

“You told me it wasn’t a demotion.”

“I took a page out of your book and lied.” I rolled my eyes and stepped back. “Get back to work.”

“Fine, Mr. Hamilton.” She smiled and headed for the door.

“And when you come back,” I added, “just leave my afternoon coffee on that bookshelf and walk out. Don’t come anywhere near my desk and don’t say anything to me.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll f**k you again if you do.”

She blushed and stepped out of the room.

The second she was gone, I fell back into my chair and shook my head.