Confessions of a Litigation God

She takes the ice cream from me and turns toward the kitchen. I follow her in, eyes pinned on her ass as she walks before me. When she reaches the freezer, I walk up right behind her, dropping my hands down and grabbing the material of her dress at mid-thigh. She goes absolutely still, hand perched on the freezer door.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

“Checking to see if you’re wearing what I asked you to?” I tell her, my voice husky.

“I did,” she says, her voice trembling.

“I think I’ll just check. ” I pull the material up her smooth legs, f**king loving the way Mac’s breath comes out all shaky and full of need. When I reach her hipbone and my fingers touch lace, I lean to the side and take a peek.

Yup… exactly like requested.

Placing a kiss on the side of her neck, I drop the material of her dress and say, “Good girl. ”

She shudders and sighs and I have to force myself to step away, or else there’s a very real danger I

could throw her to the tiled floor and bang a quick orgasm out for both of us.

Taking her hand in mine, I give her a wink and say, “Let’s go. ”

***

Dinner turns out to be a surreal experience for me. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve been on a date… at least, as a single person. In fact, it had to have been years ago, when I took Marissa out on a date. I search my memory to try and remember what we did, and I come up blank.

No matter, I really didn’t want to dwell on her, but I did sort of want to try to compare the feeling.

With Mac, everything just seems effortless. When we get seated in the back of the restaurant in a tiny little alcove that provides us privacy, we start into a conversation about our respective childhoods. Mac talks fondly of both of her parents, her eyes getting just a tiny bit moist. But she clearly loves reminiscing about the happy times, and it was nice to get a glimpse of her life.

She had me spilling the beans about my family as well, and while I know that when it comes to intimate relationships, I’m very closed off… or at least I had been… Most people would be surprised to learn I am very close to my parents, so it’s quite easy to talk about them.

“So tell me about your parents,” Mac commanded after she took a sip of wine, licking a drop off her lower lip, which made me think of some very filthy things I’d like to do to her mouth.

“They’re great… fantastic. I’m really close to them. I try to get back to Pennsylvania to see them as often as I can, especially when I have Gabe so he can get to know his grandparents. ”

“What do they do?” she asks, leaning forward and placing her elbows on the table.

“My mom is an artist, and my dad is a college mathematics professor. ”

“An artist and a math professor?” Mac muses with an appreciative smile. “Talk about opposites. ”

“Right? But man, are they in love. Like that gag-me, sweet type where they constantly hold hands and say mushy stuff to each other all the time,” I tell her as I crinkle up my nose in mock distaste.

Last week, it would have been real distaste.

Tonight… it’s fake distaste.

Mac has opened me up to possibility again.

“What type of artist is your mom?”

“She paints… watercolors. She’s really good, but I’m probably biased. She just sells to some local galleries and a few high-end restaurants display her stuff. She’ll never get rich off it, but she’s doing what she loves. ”

“That’s nice,” Mac murmurs, running her finger around the rim of her glass.

“What’s that?”

“Doing what you love. You have that luxury as well,” she points out.

“That I do. I love being a lawyer,” I agree, but then I notice her eyes cast downward. “Don’t you?”

She looks back up at me. “Yes, of course I do. ”

“Then why the long face?”

“It’s not long… it’s contemplative,” she says as she shoots me a corrective look. “It’s just… you’re so very good at what you do, and I have to think that has a lot to do with why you love it so much. I just hope that ten years from now, when I’ve been practicing as long as you, I can say I still love the law too. ”

I nod in understanding, because Mac is so very new at the business of law. She’s going to be in for some tough battles and many disappointments along the way.

Reaching out across the table, I remove her hand from circling her wineglass and lace my fingers with hers, bringing them both down to the table. Rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand, I say, “You are going to be a great lawyer, Mac. I know when I see true talent, and you have it. But just remember… you can be the best lawyer in the world, and it doesn’t mean that you will love doing it. ”

“You’re right,” she says with a smile. “I just hope that I do. ”

“That’s all you can do,” I assure her and pull her hand up for a kiss.