Grind (Cal and Macy's Story 2)

I tweak the last button on my shirt and pull the loop of my tie over my head, fitting it underneath my collar. As I tighten the knot up to my neck, I tell her, "I have to get admitted to Utah, and we'll need to file an Answer to the Complaint. I'll do a background check on this Brian Merrill and his wife, and I'll reach out to their attorney to see what they really want. Maybe a quick settlement will make this go away."

"No," Macy says quietly. "I mean... where do we go from here?"

My head snaps her way, and I study her face carefully. Her eyes are wide and brutally challenging, chin tilted upward. She holds my stare without blinking.

"What do you mean 'where do we go from here'?" I throw back to her.

"I want us to keep fucking," she says simply.

Snorting, I pick up my jacket and shrug it on. Shaking my head slightly in bemusement, I walk back toward my desk. "Are you always that blunt?"

Macy gives me a sweet smile. "Would you rather I sugarcoat it with coy looks and vague innuendo?"

"No," I answer her truthfully as I lean back in my chair to appraise her. "I appreciate honest talk. But we can't keep fucking."

She blinks in surprise. "Why not?"

"Because I'm going to be representing you in this lawsuit. It would be unethical for me to have sex with you at the same time."

Snickering, Macy tilts her head and shoots me a condescending look. "Saint Cal."

"Mock me all you want," I grit out. "But my law license is too important. And while you are the most fantastic of fucks, Macy... you're not so phenomenal I'll risk my career for you."

I expect her to be offended, but instead, she laughs. Those beautiful, full lips peel back and white, sparkling teeth dazzle me as she chuckles. "I'll have to admit, as far as excuses go for turning me down, that's actually a legitimate one. And while I know I'm pretty much made of awesome in the sex department, I agree... you can't do something that would put you at risk."

Now I'm the one that blinks in surprise at Macy because I didn't think she had an empathetic or selfless bone in her body. I sort of expected her to selfishly demand I continue to service her with my awesome cock while bearing all the risk.

"Let me ask you something," she says while crossing one leg over the other. It makes my dick start to twitch because it's too reminiscent of those same exact actions that inflamed me not so long ago. "If this case wasn't an issue, and you weren't representing me, would you keep seeing me?"

Hmmm. Now that's a damn good question.

Twenty minutes ago, I'm pretty sure the answer would have been a resounding "no" because I had reasoned in my mind that just one more round of casual sex would be okay.

Would be safe.

But see... the problem now is that Macy has inched her way under my skin. She harbors secrets and sadness that bring out the inner knight in me. I want to expose them and figure out what makes her tick. And she clearly wants something from me, and it's because this is different between us.

The question is... can I continue fucking her without letting my heart get tied up?

Can I investigate the mystery of Macy Carrington, all while receiving the benefit of some amazing sex, and keep myself protected? Particularly when I know her heart would never get tied up?

I have no clue, but I've always been a bit of a gambler. "It's a moot point," I say casually. "But yeah... I'd want to fuck you again if this case wasn't an issue."

"Good," she says primly as she stands up from her chair and shoulders her purse. "I'll get another attorney. Let's get together tonight, and then... well, you can do whatever you want to me."

My cock likes the sound of that a lot and immediately starts to thicken at the prospect. But I'm standing from my chair and walking toward her, denying this ludicrous idea. "What the hell, Macy? You can't get another attorney. You need me on this."

She turns and gives me a quick smile. "No, I don't. Any attorney will do, and I'd rather we kept screwing each other."

I don't fail to notice her choice of wording. Not "dating" but "screwing" each other.

My hand reaches out and I thread my fingers through hers, pulling her to me. "I don't understand what's going on here."

"What's to understand?" she asks as she steps in closer to me. Her free hand comes up and fingers the edge of my collar. "You and I are attracted to each other. We have amazing chemistry. I want to experience it over and over again until it runs dry. I don't want to waste time and I want you now, so I'll get another attorney. It's as simple as that."

Shaking my head, I murmur, "It's not as simple as that. You don't do relationships, so what exactly would this be?"

"You're right, I don't do relationships," she says while wrinkling up her nose. It's adorable and makes me want to kiss it. "This is just sex. Casual and hopefully frequent sex. We get our rocks off. Nothing more."

I release her hand and step back from her, scraping my fingers through my hair while my mind whirls.

Casual sex on a constant basis with her?

This has me extremely curious now.

"Would you be monogamous?" I ask skeptically, knowing she'll probably wrinkle her nose up in distaste again over that word.

Instead, she surprises me with an affirmatively quick nod of her head. "Of course. As I know you would be."

Damn... she has so much more faith in me than I have in her, and that makes me feel a little guilty. Still, this is Macy we're talking about, a woman who notoriously jumps beds as frequently as fleas jump dogs.

"What would we tell Mac?" I ask her, because this is frankly my biggest worry. "She'll want to know why I'm not representing you. She'll think this is my fault because I was against doing this at the start."

A small flicker of pain sparks in Macy's eyes, but she shakes it off. "I don't want Mac to know about us."

"I can't keep something like this from her. We're partners. We're always honest with each other. And besides, she's your best friend. Why wouldn't you want her to know?"

Macy's eyes go warm and fill with undeniable love. The effect is so transformative on her face that it actually steals my breath away. Macy Carrington is lovely as is. When she's riding my cock, she's stunning. But when you can see love on her face, she is beyond description.

"Mac is my best friend," she says with a soft smile on her face. "I'm closer to her than any other being on this planet. She knows things about me that I wish she didn't because I don't like the burden they put on her. But in this instance, I want to keep this just for myself. It's new for me, and I want to make my decisions about this without any outside influence or guidance. And trust me... Mac will have tons of advice to give me if she were to find out."

And again... another small clue is revealed to me.

Mac knows things about Macy that are so dark, they're an actual burden to carry.

"So let me get this straight," I say as I step in closer to Macy, wrap my hand around the side of her neck, and stroke her jaw with my thumb. "You want to keep a sex-only relationship going with me, we'll both be monogamous, and no one can know. Is that the gist of it?"

She nods, her blue eyes clear in their acceptance. But then, she amends, "Until either one of us gets tired of the other."

Yeah, I cannot ever imagine me getting tired of having sex with Macy. I'm already addicted to it, and I've only had a few hits. She has the magical ability to suck me in deep to where I may never be able to claw my way out.

But I do believe there will come a time when Macy will want out of whatever the hell this is between us. She's a self-admitted commitment phobe. She's always looking for the next sexual rush, and while there is no denying what flashes hot between us is unique and probably without replication, I'm going to eventually drive her away.

Because I'll want more from her than she's willing to give.

This has disaster written all over it but rather than tell her these feelings, I decide to opt out in a more cowardly way.

I release my hold on her and step back, shoving my hands in my pockets. "I'm sorry, Macy. This can't happen while I'm representing you, and you need me to represent you. While you are tempting beyond imagination, I can't compromise my legal ethics."

Macy lowers her gaze to the floor and nibbles on her lower lip. I feel like I may have hurt her feelings and while my nature and inclination is to pull her into my arms and hug her, I keep remarkably still and detached. If I touch her again, I will definitely compromise my own morals.

When she looks back up at me, that beautiful lip pops free. She crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head to the side with a shrewd look. "How long is this case going to last?"

Pulling one hand out of my pocket, I rub the back of my neck before giving a slight shrug. "If it goes all the way, months. But if we play hardball, or offer a quick settlement with a confidentiality clause, weeks perhaps."

Macy then smiles at me. It's bright and sunny, her blue eyes sparkling. She gives me a wink and turns away. "I can do weeks," she says over her shoulder. "Not months, mind you. But weeks."

As she reaches her hand out for the door, I blurt out. "What are you saying?"

She turns her body slightly to look at me. "I'm saying I want you. And you want me. I'll wait for a bit if you will. Until we can see if this case can be resolved."

I can't help when one eyebrow rises in skepticism. "And what will you be doing in that interim?"

Macy gives a husky laugh, turns all the way around from the door, and walks back up to me. Placing her hand on my chest, she gently strokes me through my shirt, and because I'm not wearing my t-shirt underneath, I can feel the heat of her pulsing through.

"I expect I'll be giving my vibrator a good work out," she says in a low murmur. "I might even rename it Saint Cal."

"What do you call it now?"

"Thor," she says matter-of-factly, and as if that was the most stupid question in the world.

My lips curve upward in amusement and I reach up a hand to tug on one of her golden-red locks that hangs artfully over her shoulder. "You're going to be celibate while you wait for this case to finish?"

"For some weeks," she clarifies and gives me a soft smile. "I sort of get you're the type of man that would need that type of commitment."

"I thought you didn't do commitment?"

She gives a careless shrug. "I'm trying something new."

"And you want the same from me?"

Macy steps in closer and lightly presses her body into me. I find I like it. No... love it. Her soft curves naturally fit to me, and while I'm definitely turned on by it, I also find that it just seems... right?

"Cal," she says with confidence. "I don't have to ask that of you. I just know you're the loyal type."

Guilt races through my veins as I think about how disloyal I was to Matt, but I push that away. That's not who I truly am at my core.