Confessions of a Litigation God

She was with f**king Cal Carson on Saturday? When I had been contemplating calling her?

When we get to my office, I open the door and push her in.

She pulls free of my hold, spinning on me in anger. “What is your problem? Pulling me out of the lobby and manhandling me to your office like you own me?”

“What the f**k are you doing with Carson? You were with him Saturday?”

Mac takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. I can almost visualize her counting down from ten to calm herself. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I met him in the law library and we had coffee. He helped me out with a Memorandum of Law. ”

Okay… now I can relax.

Coffee. That’s all it was. Coffee.

I’m so f**king relieved, I almost laugh out loud but then decide against it when Mac’s eyes narrow at me. “Where were you this weekend since we’re… you know… all sharing and shit?”

Yeah, I’m not sharing. Not sure why she thinks this is a sharing moment for me. Besides, I’m still pissed that she spent time with Cal and apparently is going to lunch with him. “None of your business. ”

“What? You demand to know what I was doing, but you don’t share what you were up to?”

“That’s right,” I sneer at her viciously, when what I really want to do is kiss her. “I’m twisted that way. Stay away from Carson. He’s bad news. ”

Mac’s face goes red, and she starts to take a step backward.

Oh, hell no. That won’t do at all.

My hand shoots out, catching her around the waist. I reel her in quickly but her hands come up and slap against my chest, halting her momentum. She tries to push out of my grasp and I let her struggle for a moment then I let her go, because I only want her in my arms willingly.

“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. It’s a two-way street. I have no say so in your plans, then you have no say so in mine. ”

I can’t help myself. I’m in full-blown ass**le mode. “I do when it comes to Cal Carson. He’s off limits. ”

“Off limits?” she practically yells at me, and then drops her voice immediately, sliding a hesitant gaze toward my door. She hisses at me when she says, “You want to talk about off limits, how about you taking Lorraine out to dinner tonight? She’s in her office right now, getting all dolled up for your date with her. Let me make the same proclamation you’re making about Cal. She’s off limits. Stay away from her. ”

Quite a mouthful, Mac.

“Are you jealous?” I ask with a smirk, trying not to laugh. I had completely forgotten about my dinner meeting with Lorraine tonight.

“Doesn’t matter if I am or not. You say I can’t see Cal, well, I say you can’t see Lorraine. Cancel with her. ”

Okay, that’s not so funny anymore. I can’t cancel with Lorraine. It’s a business meeting that has to happen tonight, as I can’t let that woman run loose around my law firm another day. She’s wreaking all kinds of havoc around here, and Bill and I are ready to put an end to it. Thus the reason for me taking her out for a dinner meeting.

“Not going to happen,” I tell her firmly.

“What? You won’t even consider my feelings?” she asks in a small voice.

“Not where this is concerned. It’s none of your business. ” I know that’s such a f**king dick thing to say, but again… still pissed she seems to like Cal and she’s having lunch with him. I’m not giving in on this one.

“Then Cal is none of your business. We’re even. ”

Fucking Cal. I hate that motherfucker.

Lunging at her, letting fury rise a little too high, I grab her shoulders and pull her in close to me. My voice is deadly when I say, “You’re trying my patience, Mac. Words don’t seem to work on you. Let me try something else. ”

I kiss her with so much energy and pent-up frustration, it’s an almost orgasmic release. My tongue goes in swiftly, roaming around her mouth, stroking her. She immediately melts into me, her body sinking into mine, and I get a full-blown erection, which pushes into her stomach.

I pull her closer and kiss her harder, my fingers digging into her shoulders and I’m sure that’s going to bruise tomorrow. When Mac groans into my mouth, I feel like screaming, “I’m king of the world,” but I’m smart enough to keep quiet, knowing she would not appreciate that.

When her fingers curl into my shirt, I start to lean down to pick her up, intent on depositing her on my desk and f**king her quickly. But that doesn’t happen because Mac tears herself away from me.

I stand there, looking at her, while my chest heaves with the exertion I was pouring into that kiss. I want her so bad right now that I’d promise just about anything to have her.

But I can see that look in her eyes. She’s getting ready to deny me, and that makes my blood boil.

“Enough,” she says accusingly. “Stop doing that to me. I’m not your puppet. ”

“You are if I tell you to be. ” This is me… trying to get back control of the situation.

I think for a moment that statement might cause her to cry, but she does nothing more than suck in a lungful of air and let it out slowly. “Listen… I won’t see Cal if that is what you want, but I want the same thing with Lorraine. I don’t want you taking her to dinner tonight. Are we agreed?”

Okay, she’s clearly missing the part where I’m in control. I call the shots. This is sex… sex only. She has no say-so in what I do, and yes, I realize with absolute clarity that I am being a hypocritical ass**le. I know I am. I know I’m asking something of her that I refuse to give back. It’s wrong, wrong, wrong and I know it.