The Lawyer (The Dalton Brothers 1)

Another question that went unanswered, my brain unable to process anything.

“Is that a problem?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

His arm caged me in even tighter. “I assure you, it won’t make a difference when my dick is inside you,” he said against the outer edge of my ear, “when I’m making you come so hard that all you can do is scream.”

My face tilted to the side, giving his lips more room, and I felt them lower to my collarbone.

“Let me see if our professional relationship really makes a difference to you.”

I had no idea what that meant until he reached into the front of my pants, and I gasped from his touch. His hand dipped further until he was touching the most intimate part of me. I couldn’t stop from moaning, the sensation of him far too strong to keep in.

“Mmm,” he breathed. “Just what I wanted.” His mouth rubbed across my cheek, like a cat weaving through legs. “Nice and fucking wet.” When he lifted his hand out, there was a shimmer on his skin. He ran the slickness under his nose, taking in my scent. “Fuck me, you smell good.”

The tingles had returned and were now exploding through my body, my back arching off the wall, as I was unable to stand still.

“Open your mouth, Kendall.”

His demand vibrated through me.

It was as though I were a puppet and he held the strings, my body caving to his order.

The moment my lips parted, his finger was between them.

The one that had just rubbed my clit.

The one covered in me.

“Suck it.”

I surrounded his skin.

“Like it’s my cock.”

I added pressure, swirling my tongue around the tip and down the sides.

He pressed his mouth to my ear. “Is that what you’re going to do to my dick?” The grittiness in his voice caused my hips to almost buck.

I held his wrist, taking more of him in.

“You’re going to deep-throat me?”

I didn’t want to stop to answer, so I nodded, flicking my tongue around his nail and over his knuckle.

“My car is parked a block away.” His other hand was suddenly on my butt, squeezing me through my leather pants. “Get your ass moving.”

Me: I’ve been kidnapped by Dominick. The good kind of kidnapped, not the kind where you need to call 911. Ha-ha.

Charlize: Honey, you guys were practically fucking on the dance floor. If you hadn’t gone home with him, I would have wondered if he was more into me. Have a blast, darling.

Me: Drinks again REALLY soon.

Charlize: Don’t you worry, this is only the beginning for us.