Confessions of a Litigation God

“Okay,” she says as she rolls out of bed. I watch her pad over to her dresser and reach inside. She pulls out a little pair of those boy-shorts underwear and slips them on. Then she pulls out a tiny, tiny t-shirt that covers most of her stomach but not quite all of it. A thin patch of soft skin peeks out. Her br**sts pull the material tight, and her ni**les are poking hard at it.

I’ve seen Mac looking all kinds of gorgeous in all kinds of beautiful clothing. But right now… with her hair all messed up and her lips swollen from sucking my cock, in those underwear that don’t reveal much but the curve of her ass and that little t-shirt… well, I don’t think she’s ever looked more lovely.

She actually hurts to look at, because deep down… I know this probably is not meant to be for the long run. I stare at her though, memorizing the details, so I can have this in my bank of memories to take with me when this is simply no more.

“What do you feel like eating?” she asks genially. “I’ve got stuff to make sandwiches. ”

“That’s good,” I say as I roll out of bed and pull on my underwear. I only have my tuxedo, and I’m not about to put that on until I have to make the walk of shame out of her apartment. I can’t believe I literally spent the entire weekend na**d with Mac. I don’t think I’ve ever done that before… gone that long without clothes.

Nice and liberating. I think it’s something we should do again.

Soon.

I follow Mac out to her kitchen. It’s been a wonder we haven’t run into her roommate all weekend. I’ve heard her… I think, stumbling in around three AM on Saturday morning, but for the most part, I stayed in Mac’s room. She has her own bathroom and she made runs out into the kitchen for food, so I had everything I needed.

Since I’m only in my underwear, I hope the elusive Macy doesn’t decide to visit with us. But I’m also not shy so that won’t bother me probably as much as it would bother her… or Mac.

Mac hands me a bottled water from the fridge and I lean against the kitchen island, watching her bend over to pull out sandwich materials from the fridge. The move makes those boy shorts ride up her ass just a little. Lust surges through me, although I don’t act on it. It would be so simple to walk up behind her, pull her underwear down, and nail her.

She wouldn’t say no.

But I don’t, rather enjoying the feelings coursing through me, and telling myself that I will f**k her one more time before I leave… maybe in the shower. I tell myself that the anticipation will make it better.

“Where do you see me going in your firm?” Mac asks as she stands up with her arms full and turns to the kitchen island.

I’m so stunned by her question, that I’m absolutely blanking on anything to say. We’ve never talked about her employment outside of my firm, and while it’s not taboo or prohibited, I’m not sure how it makes me feel. This gets into some weird, blurred lines because it’s not exactly appropriate that I’m banging my employee. And while I know that Mac would never, not in a million years, ever expect me to treat her differently because of our sexual relationship, it still makes me a bit uncomfortable.

Because I don’t answer right away, she looks up at me in concern. “Did I just ask something wrong?”

I try for some levity to break the tension. “Depends… are you sleeping with me to get a promotion?”

Mac throws a piece of Swiss cheese at me and she’s so fast, I can’t even defend. It hits my right cheek before flopping to the counter.

“Be serious,” she admonishes.

“I am,” I tell her, my voice serious as requested. “You know, this isn’t exactly kosher what we’re doing. ”

She blinks at me in surprise, and it confirms what I originally thought about Mac. It never even crossed her mind to exchange sexual favors for advancement at work. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t asking it like that. ”

“I know you weren’t,” I assure her.

I watch her for a moment as she builds our sandwiches up, waiting for her next move. Waiting to see if she’ll push forward, despite my admonishment that we are walking a slippery slope.

Putting a sandwich on a plate and sliding it over to me she says, “It’s just… I’ve watched what you do, the way you fight for your clients. You make it seem so effortless—”

“It’s not effortless—” I interrupt.

“I know. It’s pure talent,” she says adamantly, and my eyebrows rise over the compliment. “I’m just wondering if I have the same talent… abilities. To maybe do what you do one day?”

Mac Dawson, the lawyer, is a lot of things. Brilliant, assured, hard working. The list could go on and on.

But right now, I’m hearing a distinct lack of confidence in her voice, and that is so “un-Mac-like”.

The man in me… the one that just came down her throat twenty minutes ago, wants to take her in my arms and murmur words of praise and assurance to her.

The lawyer in me has to take a slightly different approach.

“Mac… you are young and have miles to go. But everything I’ve seen so far tells me you have a hell of a career ahead of you. ” In fact, everything I’ve seen so far tells me she’s going to be an amazing litigator, but I don’t go quite that far in my compliments. I don’t want her head getting too big.

“Really?” she asks, looking so very young and so very hopeful.

“Really,” I tell her with a reassuring smile.

She narrows her eyes at me. “You’re not just saying that because I give good head?”

I can’t help the laugh that bursts out. Eyes crinkled with amusement, I tell her, “You give the best head ever, but that’s not why I’m telling you that. ”

“Okay,” she says, acting relieved, but in truth, she wasn’t ever worried. Then she narrows her eyes again… teasing me. “You’re not just saying I give the best head ever so I’ll give you another bl*w j*b, are you?”

I take a bite of my sandwich and smirk at her while chewing. When I swallow, I say, “You’re something else, McKayla Dawson. ”

She gives me a saucy grin of agreement and starts eating her lunch.