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  Once his climax had left its mark, instead of rolling off me, his arms slid beneath me and he clutched me tight. And when he burrowed his face harder into my skin, I pressed my head against him. When I did that, he bit me.

  “Ouch.” I slapped his arm.

  He pushed himself off me to roll to the side with one arm and leg thrown over my body. “Do that again.”

  “You want me to slap you?”

  He shook his head and laughed. “No, pain isn’t my thing. The sex part because holy fuck,” he said, his voice gravelly, sex-stained. “That was fucking amazing.”

  “Yes, holy fuck is right.”

  Almost giddy, we smiled and looked into each other’s eyes, probably both reliving what just took place.

  It was intense.

  Raw.

  Real.

  Insanely hot.

  Once both of our breathing was almost back to normal, Ethan moved to get rid of the condom in a nearby trashcan and then resumed his position right beside me.

  I rose to my knees.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Fucking your cock with my mouth, like you planned.”

  There was a wicked grin on his face. “I actually think you like me.”

  Tits out, I gave him a seductive stare. “Maybe a little.”

  In a quick move, he rose to his knees and pushed me onto the bed, where he trailed his hot mouth down to my navel. “I’m changing the plan.”

  Oh, that felt too good.

  “I thought you wanted to fuck my smart mouth?”

  “Oh, I do. I will. I am going to, but we have all night, and no more condoms,” he said, blowing against my clit. “Unless you’ll let me take your ass.”

  I slapped him again.

  “So oral it is,” he laughed. “Now I have to taste you.”

  Bucking at the contact, I certainly was not going to argue or tell him to stop.

  I rose on my elbows. Ethan on his belly, on the bed was just about the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

  And soon his mouth was on my sex and I cried out when he kissed me there, right there, on the spot made to drive every woman wild.

  Then he licked me, and moaned, “Oh, fuck, you taste so good.”

  It was so strange. I didn’t want to like him. He was everything I didn’t want—an attorney at a prestigious law firm who was quickly climbing the ladder and headed toward politics. To boot, he had the boy-next-door looks. He was good. But who cared? For the short time we had together, I was willing to think of him as what he was right now.

  Hot.

  Sexy.

  A bad boy.

  Hell, an alpha male if that was what he wanted.

  And yes, even his uptown girl…

  If he insisted.

  3

  Adjourned

  Fiona Hargrave

  It was undoubtedly the longest case in history.

  Taking another four weeks after the night that Ethan and I fucked, we had finally presented our closing arguments. We’d decided we wouldn’t make contact again until the verdict was reached, except for seeing each other in the courtroom, everyday, that was.

  By the way things were looking, we would be seeing each other Monday, and not only in the courtroom.

  It had been so damned hard.

  But it shouldn’t have been. I’d vowed I’d never be that girl.

  I knew for a fact that Ethan was the kind of man to get married, have two kids, and buy a house in the burbs.

  That wasn’t me.

  I wasn’t for him.

  That didn’t mean I didn’t want to fuck him raw because I did.

  I glanced at the time. Almost eight. I was meeting the girls at a club at ten. I should probably hook up with someone just to stop thinking about him.

  His hands.

  His mouth.

  That cock. That magic cock. Those fingers. Those thighs.

  I was in a fever remembering every part of Ethan Miller’s body.

  Even after I’d taken a cold shower, I was still thinking about him, and now my nipples were erect and my clit pulsing.

  Flopping back against my pillows with the ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead to dry me before I got dressed, I closed my eyes and tried to rid him from my mind. Images of me crawling up his body to center my pussy over his eager, waiting mouth were all I could see.

  The air on my body felt so amazing, and I didn’t want to put clothes on. I ran a hand over my breasts, tweaking my nipples. It had been a month since we’d fucked, and he was still on my mind.

  “You will fuck someone else tonight,” I told myself aloud. But then countered that statement with, “No, you won’t. Just like the past three Saturday nights out, you’ll come home and masturbate.”

  I had news for myself. I was going to do that now. I let my hands roam over my body and slipped one between my legs, teasing my clit. The other one twisted a nipple until I let out a long, slow sigh.

  I would come now, and it would make me stop thinking about him. My fingers dipped deep inside for a moment and I told myself this orgasm would be necessary because without it I’d be calling him and begging him to let me ride that thick, perfect cock of his, or his mouth, or even his hand.

  Everything became him. “Oh, fuck, I want him. I want him. I want him,” I cried out and then with the tiniest tweak of my clit, I exploded and my orgasm ripped through me.

  Once I’d caught my breath, I sat up and grabbed my phone to look at the calendar. If the verdict came in on Monday, we could see each other Monday night. I clicked on the date to make sure I didn’t have any plans because if I did, I would have to cancel them.

  Instead, I found myself staring at that date.

  Oh shit.

  Ethan Miller

  It was my twenty-fifth birthday, and I was more than ready to get both shitfaced and laid.

  The guys knew what I wanted, and I was confidant they were planning the perfect night. I’d left it up to them, and I was waiting for a text telling me where and when to meet them.

  With some very rare idol time on my hands, I decided to start the party a little early. It was a Saturday night after all, well almost, and I did have several bottles of premium brandy left to me by my grandfather just waiting to be drunk.

  I wanted to get drunk and fucked, and not just because I felt the need to celebrate turning one year older, but rather because I wanted to forget about her.

  It was only four in the afternoon, but I poured three fingers of brandy in the glass beside the bottle and downed it. Then I poured another three fingers. It was wasteful of me to drink the rare beverage in this manner, but I needed it. Before I knew it, a third of the bottle was gone.

  Shit.

  All it did was make me think about her more.

  Then again, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her for so many reasons.

  First of all, I’d lost the biggest case of my short career to her. Secondly, I hadn’t had sex with anyone but my own fist for the last three months—not since that one hot night with her. And finally, and the coupe the grâce, I’d tried to call her at least a dozen times since the trial ended two months ago, but she had yet to return any of my calls.

  So fuck her.

  Fuck her tight little ass.

  Fuck her sweet pussy.

  And fuck her hot mouth.

  Yeah, fuck her, and fuck her good.

  The word fuck was echoing in my head when my phone beeped with a text. I thought it was the guys telling me where to hook up with them, but a quick glance told me it wasn’t. It was her. It was Fiona. Fiona Hargrave. Instantly, my heart started to beat faster, and I blamed it on the alcohol.

  I wanted to delete the message without reading it and I wanted to speed-read it at the same time.

  I did neither.

  Instead, I thumbed it open and slowly read each word, and when I was done, I read it again. There were five simples words to her message, “Can you meet me, now?”

  I typed out, “No.”

  I erased it.

  I found the picture of a middle finger and selected it, but then I backspaced and got rid of it.

  In the end, I answered with a simple, “Where?”

  When she gave me the address of her apartment, I had to say, I was surprised, and maybe a little too excited by the slight twitch of my cock.

  Not even forty-five minutes had passed when an Uber dropped me off at her place. In the jeans and t-shirt I had been wearing when she texted me, I knocked on her door. Feeling more than a little buzzed from the brandy, I thought about greeting her with a fuck you, but then the door opened, and I felt like the air was sucked out of the room—I couldn’t breathe.

  She was so beautiful.

  Wearing yoga pants and a thin t-shirt that I could see through if I looked hard enough, I had to blink a couple of times. The sight made me want to rub my thumbs over her nipples. Her blonde hair was down and I had the craziest urge to run my fingers through it. And her lips. Her lips were so full and red, and all I wanted to do was kiss them, so I did.

  Fiona, surprisingly enough, allowed me to latch on, that was until she tasted the brandy on my tongue, and then she pushed me back. “Are you drunk?”

  I shook my head. “Buzzed, but it’s my birthday, so don’t give me shit about it.”

  She looked taken aback. “I had no idea, Happy Birthday.”

  I grinned at her. “Want to celebrate by blowing me?”

  “Ethan, be serious. I need to talk to you.”

  “I am being serious. I can’t forget that night. I want to do it again, and again, and again.”

  Taking my hand, she led me through her apartment and into her kitchen, where she started a pot of coffee. While it was brewing, she talked about her life, her job, her friends.
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  It was strange, her letting me in in a way she hadn’t that night. I wanted to sober up, and fast, so I could talk to her smartly, reasonably, normally. I realized then that I not only wanted to fuck her, I wanted to get to know her.

  It was after six by the time she asked me to go in the living room with her, and by then I was completely sober.

  Just as we sat on the sofa, my phone beeped with a text. I knew it was the guys, but I ignored it. “What did you want to talk to me about?” I asked.

  She positioned herself to face me and then pulled her legs up on the sofa to sit cross-legged. “I’m not sure how to tell you this.”

  I placed one ankle over my knee and braced myself. She had a boyfriend. She never wanted to see me again. She wished she’d never fucked me. The list was never ending, and I knew by the time I left here, I would be more than ready for what the guys had planned. “How about you just say it,” I suggested, a little harshly.

  That, of all things, made her smile. And fuck if that smile didn’t turn me inside out. “You can be a real cocky bastard, can’t you, Ethan.”

  It wasn’t a question, and it didn’t require an answer, but I gave her one. “And you can be quite a cold-hearted bitch, can’t you, Fiona.”

  Right then a few tears started to leak from her eyes.

  Boy, talk about being brought to heel. What the hell was going on? “I’m sorry, Fiona, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just, I’ve been calling you, asking you out, leaving you messages, and you haven’t called me back.”

  She pressed her fingertips to her cheeks to wipe away the tears and then she shook her head. “I know, and I wanted to call you back, but first I had to come to terms with my situation, and then figure out how to tell you about it.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m pregnant, Ethan, and the baby is yours.”

  The room went dark, my body went numb, and my mind blank. For a moment I wondered if I had fainted. Had a seizure. Fucking died. The condom. The old condom that wasn’t expired, didn’t work.

  “You don’t have to be involved in the baby’s life if you don’t want to, but I thought you should at least know.”

  Her voice.

  That voice.

  Those words.

  They brought me back from whatever place I had momentarily gone. Blinking through the haze, I opened my mouth to speak. Closed it. Opened it again. “You’re having my baby?”

  Her laugh wasn’t really a laugh. “Yes, I’m three months pregnant, and I’m sorry I waited so long to tell you, but it was a shock.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yeah, a shock. I’d say so.”

  “Did you hear me though, Ethan? You can walk away right now if you don’t want to be a part of this, and I won’t judge you. I know this wasn’t anything you had planned in your life, not right now, anyway.”

  All of my senses started to fire and I found myself glancing down at her belly, noticing a slight protrusion I hadn’t noticed before. My baby. My baby was in that perfect body of hers. “Yeah, this is a shock, but Fiona, I am not walking away. I would never do that.”

  “Well, I have my first doctor’s appointment a week from Monday if you want to come.”

  My eyes were still on her belly. “Yeah, yeah, I do. Can I touch him or her?”

  She glanced down and then she reached for my hand. “Yes, sure.”

  With my hand on her belly, we stared at each other. The rise and fall of her chest just as exaggerated as mine. “Fiona,” I said.”

  “Yes, Ethan,” she answered softly.

  “Will you spend my birthday with me? Let me take you out to dinner?”

  Her smile, that smile again, it was small, but it was there. “Are you sure you want to spend your birthday with me? You probably have some big plans with your friends, and with how early I have been falling asleep lately, it’s not guaranteed you’ll get lucky.”

  Yeah, I was sure.

  In fact, I was sure I wanted to spend the rest of my life her.

  And I knew I would.

  Fiona Miller

  Wearing a bra that looked like my grandmother’s and underwear that were way too small, I stared at myself in the mirror, more specifically at my giant belly and the shiny diamond ring.

  What had I done?

  Who was I?

  A wife?

  A soon to be mother?

  A homemaker?

  The last one made me want to scratch his eyes out. How had he convinced me to take a year off after I had the baby? The same way he had convinced me to marry him and buy a house in Lincoln Park, that’s how.

  He said it was his magic cock.

  I said it was blasphemy.

  “Babe, should I wear the purple or the green tie on Monday?” Ethan asked as he came into the room with both ties around his neck.

  I wheeled around, ready to blast him, but then smiled when I saw his face. “The green. It shows money matters to you, and every partner needs to prove he is concerned about the financial welfare of the firm.”

  Freshly showered and wearing only his tidy whities and the ties, he strode toward me, and planted his hands firmly on my hips. Pulling me close, he stared down at me. I expected him to kiss me and then swat my ass, telling me I better hurry because he wants to pick out the nursery color and get the room painted. The baby is a boy, so of course the room will be blue, but who knew there were over a million different shades.

  That was not what he did.

  Instead, Ethan went to his knees.

  Everything inside me started to shake at this, his worship of me, his face pressed to my belly, him, all of him. My hands went automatically to the top of his head, fingers threading through his soft hair.

  I could feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of my panties, and I couldn’t breathe. He pulled them down, sliding his hands down the backs of my thighs when he did. At the press of his mouth between my legs, I muttered a cry.

  He laughed and nuzzled me. My fingers tightened in his hair until he looked up at me. His eyes blazing. His mouth wet.

  I found my voice. “You want this pussy on your tongue?”

  “Yes,” he said.

  I pulled his hair a little tighter. There were times during sex I pretended to be the subservient one, there were times we battled for control, and then there were times like now, when he let me take the lead. But no matter what, there had been a lot of times. Turned out we were very compatible in bed, and out.

  I pulled on his hair again when he said nothing.

  “Please,” he finally added with that leave-it-to-beaver grin.

  My grip tightened a bit more. “Please…what?”

  His eyes went half-lidded, heavy with desire. “Please may I lick your pussy?”

  “Is that all you want to do?”

  He shook his head. “No, I want to make you come, and then I want to put my cock inside you and make you come again.”

  “Are you asking me or telling me?”

  “Asking, of course,” he smirked. “Mother may I?”

  I sighed in contentment. “Yes, you may.”

  And as his tongue licked down my clit and dove into my pussy, I knew everything between us might not be perfect, but it was going to be pretty close because even though we grew up entirely differently, somehow we were made for each other.

  This was lust.

  This was desire.

  This was arousal.

  And this was love.

  After all, he was my boy-next-door and I was his uptown girl.

  THE END!

  THE END!

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