Confessions of a Litigation God

She gives me a smile as she takes the suitcase, and says, “Okay. See you tomorrow. ”

She starts to turn away from me, but not before I see something flash in her eyes that I haven’t seen in a few weeks.

It’s regret, and it f**king punches me in the gut.

Nothing Mac has done or said the last few weeks has led me to believe that she is looking backward. If anything, she seems to be very confident in her ability to move on, and I’m the only one standing here swamped with sadness, confusion, and longing.

But I just saw it… a moment’s flash of regret that she’s walking away from me, right at this very moment.

I don’t think… I just put my feelings out there. Grabbing her wrist, I say, “Let me come in with you?”

“Matt…” she says, her voice uneasy and fearful. I move my thumb over the pulse that is fluttering wildly under her smooth skin. Her breath hitches, but she tries to put me off. “We shouldn’t. We can’t. We’re not together anymore. ”

Not acceptable. Because even though her words are coming out all safe and sound, her eyes are turbulently swirling with need.

I pull her toward me, until she is just inches from my body, my thumb never giving up on its movement over her pulse. “I know. I know we’re not, and I know we shouldn’t. But… one last time?”

Her eyes darken, her lips part, and a small breath of excitement flutters over her lips. “One last time?”

“Just tonight,” I assure her, although I’d gladly offer her forever. “But it will be all night. ”

Mac f**king shudders… right there, standing on the sidewalk with her wrist in my hand and the promise of all night f**king in her head.

She f**king shudders, and I swell with deep aching.

“Okay,” she says in capitulation, and I don’t wait another moment.

Releasing her wrist, I say, “Let me pay the cab. ”

I practically run to the driver’s side and thrust a hundred dollar bill at the cabbie, telling him to pop the trunk again. He does and I grab my suitcase, turning to Mac.

We stare at each other, both vibrating with a profound craving.

This hunger is different from anything I’ve ever had with Mac before. It’s pulsing inside of me because I haven’t f**ked her in so long, but it’s something else too. I’m not just craving to get inside of her, I am utterly aching with the need to hold her… to hear her voice, to worship her, to have her entire being envelope me. I need Mac in a way that I’ve never needed anything in my life, and rather than scare the shit out of me, I find it a humbling experience.

Mac never says another word. She just turns away and heads into her building. I follow behind, the silent ride up in the elevator in no way awkward, just intense, because there is a tangible passion brewing in the air around us.

We walk into her apartment, both of us striding right past Macy, who sits in the living room, but I don’t even give her a glance. My mind is too preoccupied with what I’m going to do to Mac tonight. I have so many things I want to do, and if all I have is this one night, we need to get started fast.

As soon as Mac shuts the door, I let my gaze run over her body. I haven’t given myself the true luxury of doing that the last two weeks, intent on keeping everything as professional as possible. While I let her star in my private fantasies at night, I don’t breach that divide while at work.

I take my time, scanning her beautiful legs, thinking of that spot right behind her knee that’s ticklish when I kiss it. The swell of her hips, the lushness of her br**sts. I spend time looking at her throat, knowing I’ll be sucking on that spot right where her pulse is hammering against her soft skin.

Taking my jacket off, I toss it across the suitcase and let my eyes finally meet Mac’s. They’re heated, almost glazed completely over with salaciousness. She just stares at me, her br**sts pushing in and out against the tightness of her blouse, because her breathing has already become erratic.

Undoing my cuffs, I step toward Mac, my fingers itching to touch her. I put them at her temple and drag them across her head, all the way around the back, catching her silky hair and letting it slide against me. I stare at it as my hand runs through the entire length, and it releases to float back down over her shoulder.

Bringing my eyes back to Mac’s, I ask her, “Where shall we start?”

She licks her lips, a move that seems to squeeze my c**k from the inside out, and whispers, “Anywhere you want. ”

My mouth curves upward licentiously, and I tuck my bottom lip in between my teeth for a moment of consideration. Then it comes to me… where this needs to begin. “It’s been too long since my face has been between those beautiful legs of yours. ”

Mac sucks in air through her mouth, pushing those perfect br**sts outward, and her eyes swim in longing.

“Yeah,” I tell her, my own voice raw with need. “We’ll start there. ”

Mac’s legs actually give way a little from my words, which has me feeling like a f**king caveman. I catch her around the waist and pull her toward me. I know I told her I’d start between her legs, but that was a lie.

I have to kiss her… like right now, or I think I might die.

Fuck, what a kiss.

Deep, rich, sexy.

Warm, comforting.

Everything.

It’s f**king everything.

I don’t let up on the kiss and keep it rolling from my tongue to hers. My hands get to work divesting her of clothing. When she’s na**d and I can’t stand another minute of not seeing her gorgeous body, I push her down to the bed and let my eyes roam over her again.

She’s leaning back on her elbows, perfectly pink-tipped br**sts pushing outward to me and begging for my teeth. Her skin is luminescent, her hair falling in a stunning cascade over her back and pooling on the bed, and her eyes… oh, f**k, her eyes.

They watch me like a hawk while I start to take my clothes off. Mac has never been shy about looking at my body and when I finally push my pants off and stand before her naked, her eyes are pinned on my cock.

I swear the f**king thing actually stands up straighter and preens under her attention. I bring my hand up and grab ahold, sliding my grip along my shaft. I’ve been getting myself off every night by my own hand, no differently than I’m touching myself right now, but the fact that I’m doing it while Mac’s eyes are on me is about one of the hottest things ever, and I feel like I could unload at any moment.

Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and moan just a little, so she knows how good it feels to me.