"You're the sweetest. You're so good," he purrs into my ear as he fucks me with long, hard strokes.
"Please," I whimper. "Please."
He grunts in response as he pounds his body into mine. "Jessica," he whispers. "Jessica."
I close my eyes, breathing in his words, his body and the intense orgasm that has gripped every part of me.
Chapter 12
"What kinds of books did you read when you were a child?"
The words feel so misplaced. I pull my eyes open to see his smiling face looking down at me. He's already dressed. The expensive suit he dropped on the floor in the doorway of the bedroom, now covering his body once again.
"What?" I shake my head as if to rid myself of the sentimental nature of the words.
"When you were a little girl, what books did you read?"
"Fairytales," I whisper. "Why?"
"I was just wondering." He stands again and pulls his grey tie around his neck. I watch as he deftly ties it, his eyes never leaving my face.
"Are you going home?" I pull my hair back as I sit up in the bed.
"I am." He leans forward again to tap me on the tip of my nose. "You are too."
"Yes." I feel deflated for some reason. Maybe it was because everything felt so utterly intense tonight and now just a few minutes short of one o'clock in the morning, he's forcing me out of the bed.
`"I can get you a cab," he offers.
I bite my lip to avoid a huge sigh. I don't want to get in a cab. I don't want to go home. I want to rip that navy blue suit off his body and crawl back on top of him.
"Are you a lawyer?" I toss out.
"Am I a what?" The way his hand freezes in mid-air as he's putting on a cuff link is confirmation enough for me.
"You're a lawyer," I say it with a wide smile.
"What makes you think I'm a lawyer?" He pulls his eyes back down to his shirt, threading the gold circular link through the fabric.
"You know that saying about walking and acting like a duck?" I stand and suddenly feel incredibly exposed.
He doesn't respond. His eyes slide slowly over my naked body.
"Quack." I reach down to retrieve my panties from the floor.
"Quack?"
I twist my hips as I pull my legs through the white lace fabric. "Quack as in you're a lawyer."
"Maybe you're the lawyer." He moves around the bed, my bra dangling from his fingers.
"You're deflecting which proves beyond any reasonable doubt that you're a lawyer."
"Put this on or I'm going to need to fuck you again." He rubs the front of his pants. The obvious outline of his erection straining against the material.
"Lawyers." I wink at him as I grab the bra from him.
"You'll be here on Wednesday night, right?" His lips graze a path across my forehead.