Confessions of a Litigation God

We sit there for three hours, talking about everything. She asks me more about Gabe and I give her the seven-year-old run down.

He likes Legos, cars, anything Nerf and Batman. His favorite sport is hockey, although he watches it all, and that makes me—a certifiable sports nut—immensely proud. He despises girls—for now, any Disney movie that has a princess in it, and cleaning up his bedroom. So, I bribe him with more Legos to pick up his current ones and threaten to make him watch Snow White if he’s bad.

I tell her he’s brilliant, sarcastic, and loves to argue. A real chip off the old block.

Mac laughs in delight, and I find I love sharing Gabe with her. I keep him so private that it’s nice to brag about my son to someone other than my folks.

When Mac says, “He sounds wonderful,” I have to bite my tongue because my natural urge was to respond, “Maybe you can meet him one day. ”

But thankfully, I keep that sentiment inside because that’s just a little too soon to be saying that. This is, after all, just our first date.

After dinner, we take a cab back to her apartment and I walk her up to the doorway. I raise my arm and lean it against the casing as she unlocks the door, enjoying just being near her… smelling her spicy fragrance… her shampoo.

She swings the door open and steps inside, but I reach out and grab ahold of her wrist, giving her a little tug. She turns to look at me in surprise, and I keep pulling her toward me until she’s flush against my body.

“This is where I give you a kiss and say goodnight,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her in tight.

“What?” she asks in surprise.

“You heard me. Kiss me goodnight, and then I’m heading home. ”

“Oh, hell no,” she grouses at me. “You had me specifically wear lace panties for you, and I’ve been thinking about you peeling them off me all night. There’s no way you’re going home, buddy. ”

I love that she wants me as much as I want her. That she doesn’t always wait for me to make a move. But again, I think waiting is better.

Leaning in, I give her a quick kiss on her lips. “You are adorable, but I’m being a gentleman tonight. I’m showing you that you are more than just sex to me. ”

“You’ve shown me that already,” she gripes and then demands, “I want sex… tonight!”

“Are you pouting?” I ask with a low laugh, very much enjoying her spectacle and God help me, getting turned on that she’s not happy I’m leaving.

I didn’t think it’s possible but her lower lip sticks out even further.

“No!” she insists, and then actually stomps her foot in frustration.

I smirk down at her. “Did you just stomp your foot?”

“I’m a grown woman,” she snaps at me as she stomps her foot again. “I would never do something as childish as that. ”

Bringing my hands up from her waist, I clasp them firmly to the sides of her head and roughly press my lips to hers. She opens up to me immediately, and although it’s going to be torture to have to stop this eventually, I go ahead and slip my tongue in.

Oh, f**k that feels good.

I kiss her deeper, sucking up the groan that bubbles up from her throat. I want her so f**king bad right now, but I can’t… not tonight.

Making it one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do in recent memory, I pull my lips away from her. Pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, I tell her earnestly. “Tell you what… how about I tuck you into bed?”

She loses that dazed, lustful look and triumph flashes in her eyes, making what I’m about to say absolutely painful… for both of us. “I will not be f**king you though. ”

Her look goes from victorious to pouting again, and I want to pull that lower lip in between my teeth and suck on it hard. I’m weak when it comes to her, but I’m resolved… I’m not taking her tonight.

Nope. Not going to do it.

But I will give her something.

“However, I could be persuaded to peel those panties off you. I mean… if it’s really that big of a deal to you,” I offer with a gallant smile.

She is absolutely f**king hilarious. She jumps up and down, clapping her hands like a kid at a circus. “Yes, please. Panties and bra. Tuck me in, tuck me in!”

I burst into laughter, letting the pull of sweet humor help to quash some of the boiling desire raging through me. It says something important that Matt Connover can find pleasure in playful banter… even as a substitute for sex.

I scoop her up in my arms, still laughing, and walk her through the apartment toward her bedroom. I vaguely notice Macy sitting on the couch watching TV, but then I’m tossing Mac down on her bed.

Following right behind her, I kneel on the mattress and undress her quickly. She helps as best she can but she ends up getting in the way more than anything, so I gently slap her hands out of the way while I finish my task.

When I’m done, I move off the bed and stand at the end, looking at her. She’s lying before me in white lace, and I love the purity of it against the skin of a woman who makes me think the impurest of thoughts.

A woman who does equally impure things to me.

Mac slides a leg off the bed and runs it up the inside mine. I was already at half-mast just from undressing her, but when her foot rubs over my cock, it swells to full length and I hiss through my teeth in pleasure. I grab her foot and pull it away from me, lowering it to the bed, giving her a chastising look.

“Matt… please don’t leave me like this,” she begs. “I’m dying here. ”

Fuck… fuck, f**k, f**k. That is so f**king sexy.