Legal Briefs (Lawyers in Love) (28 page)

“That was great,” he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You handled it brilliantly and it was very sexy. I wanted to take you back to my office and do all kinds of dirty things to you.”

“That was
amusing
,” I replied. “I can’t believe anyone would be that thick.”

“Believe it and get used to it. I think I’m really going to enjoy being in court with you every day. You’ve got some pretty hot swagger, counselor.”

To my surprise, I was actually enjoying this job quite a lot myself so far. I seemed to be able to channel a ton of confidence in a courtroom that I didn’t always have elsewhere. Maybe I really had inherited something from my parents after all. Besides, Adam had some pretty hot swagger too and we seemed to work well together.

In the evenings that week, Adam and I also learned to cohabitate. That process went a little less smoothly. For example, we bought groceries and decided to make dinner together in the evenings after work, but his culinary skills were a bit better developed than mine were.

“Why are you staring at a garlic press?” he asked, startling me.

“I was wondering what it did.”

“It presses garlic, hence the name,” he answered dryly.

“Do you see the words ‘garlic press’ written on here, Mr. Smartass? How in the hell was I supposed to know what it was called”

“Who usually feeds you, Ronald McDonald?”

“Very funny. Why would you pack a garlic press when you came here?”

“I didn’t; that’s yours.”

“It is?” I stared at it with amazement and confusion.

“You’re an interesting woman, Adler.”

Sharing space was a little tricky at first, as I found the first night that I wanted to go through my little beauty regimen.

“What are doing in there, retiling?” he called out, banging on the bathroom door.

“Why, you like hanging out in bathrooms? I’ve heard there are guys like that.” I finished smearing a mud mask on my face and wrapped the towel around my hair a little tighter.

“No, I don’t actually. I use bathrooms for other things, like relieving myself, which is what I’ve needed to do for the past twenty minutes while you’ve taken up residence in there.”

“Well, why didn’t you tell me you had to go before?” I shouted.

“Because I wasn’t aware that this was going to become a test of my willpower,” he shouted back.

“Can you wait another ten minutes?”

“Not without sustaining permanent injury.”

“Fine! Close your eyes.”

“What?!”

“Close your eyes God damn it! You can open them when you get in here.” I heard grumbling outside the door. “Are they closed?”

“Yes! Hurry up already before my bladder bursts!”

I walked over and carefully opened the door. True to his word, Adam stood there with eyes closed and a pained look on his face, fidgeting around. I walked out and gently shoved him inside, closing the door behind him. A couple of minutes later, after he accomplished what he had set out to do, he came barreling out of the bathroom and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. The look on his face went from shock to amusement very quickly.

“What are you doing with your eyes open?!” I demanded.

“You’ve got some mud, right about here,” he teased, pointing to the corner of his mouth.

“You said you would close your eyes!”

“That was going in! I didn’t make any promises coming out.”

“It was understood! Why would I ask you to close them going in if I didn’t want you to close them coming out? What, you think I’m playing hide and seek?”

“No, I think you’re nuts! What are you worried about?”

“I didn’t want you to see me like this. I look horrible.”

“No, you don’t. Well, okay, I’ve seen you look better, but I don’t care. I know that you’re beautiful under all that gook.” He walked over to me, looking like he was trying not to laugh. Putting his arms around me he pulled me to him. “Lily, I love you, even like that.” He leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips.

“You have some mud, right about …” I wiped it off the corner of his mouth, still pouting a little, but much less hostile.

There were other adjustments … Adam and I had decided to share my desk, which was fairly large, and so after dinner we began cleaning up and taking our work over to my writing nook, where he sat on one side and I sat on the other. I was just trying to figure out a complicated plot point one evening, when I was distracted by a clicking coming from his side of the desk. I peered around my laptop screen in the direction of the sound. There, I saw Adam messing around with a container of tic tacs. I had found the source of the cinnamon taste of his kisses. He looked up.

“Want one?” he offered.

“Sure, thanks,” I replied. He proceeded to knock exactly one tic tac into his palm and hand it to me. “Are you sure you can spare this?’ I asked solemnly.

“How many did you want?”

“Well, more than one. Who gives somebody one tic tac? Would it kill to be a little more generous? Some psychologist somewhere probably has some theory about one tic tac givers and fear of commitment.”

“Fear of commitment, my ass. You should be committed, you loon. If you were intended to have more than one tic tac, they would have just made tic tacs bigger. This is a regulation sized tic tac, and it should be more than enough to satisfy your breath freshening needs,” he said, sounding affronted.

“A tic tac is not merely a breath freshener, it is a candy,” I pointed out, voice rising in anger. Who was he calling a loon? “And they make them small on purpose, so you’ll think you’re getting more, and so you’ll run out faster when someone asks for one, and you give them a
few!”

“Why would someone ask for
A
tic tac when they really wanted several tic tacs? What does that say about
their
psychology?! Why not be honest from the get-go about what you want?!” he shouted back at me.

“I didn’t ask for one! You offered me one, God damn it!”

“And as for your other points, it is
primarily
a breath freshener, and maybe you should alert the media about your great tic tac size conspiracy!”

“I can’t believe we’re fighting about motherfucking tic tacs!” I screamed and the two of us glowered at each other across my desk for several seconds before smiles slowly appeared on both of our faces.

“Want to have make-up sex?” he asked.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I said, getting up and heading for the bedroom.

That was one thing that we adjusted to quite happily. Not only did we now have regular access to hot sex, we had developed enough intimacy and trust to play around and be a little adventurous. In other words, I really did have a research assistant.

One night when I came out from the bathroom, I found him reading on his iPad in bed. We had gotten into the habit of reading to each other, which I absolutely loved. He seemed totally engrossed and I was curious.

“What are you reading that has you so fascinated?”

“I’m reading about Braxton and Alana,” he answered with a smile, looking up.

“You’re reading my book?” I asked, grinning. “What do you think?”

“I think this is one dirty book. I can’t tell you how happy I am that my girlfriend wrote it,” he teased and I laughed. “I think we should do some research,” he said suggestively, openly checking me out in the Penn T-shirt and nothing else that I was wearing.

“Now? We have work tomorrow,” I reminded him.

“So, we won’t take all night. Although, we could,” he added with a cocky smile. “Come on, what do you have here we can test-drive? Lingerie, sex toys, edible panties?”

“How about we just take that bath together? It’s not kinky or adventurous but it’s sensual and intimate.”

“Okay, I like you wet,” he said with a flirty smile.

“How could I resist a smooth line like that?”

I had a big, deep, old-fashioned claw-foot bathtub, perfect for the occasion. I pushed my hair up into a loose ponytail, lit some candles, put on some music by Sade, and poured scented bath oil under the flowing water. Then Adam and I took off the few clothes we were wearing and he got in and sat back with a contented sigh. I slipped in after him, feeling the wonderfully warm water slide over my skin as I settled in front of him between his legs, leaning back against his chest.

“Look at that. We both fit,” I joked. “Must be the bath oil lubing us up.”

“You’re much more fun than a dump truck,” he said with a laugh, reaching out and grabbing a bath sponge and some body wash. “You know, I think I do like hanging out in bathrooms,” he went on in a low voice, his breath tickling my neck deliciously, and making my skin tingle.

“Great. I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear my boyfriend say that,” I teased, and then gasped as he began making delightful little swirls with the warm, wet, soapy sponge against my nipples. I swallowed hard and tipped my head back. He accepted my silent invitation and began gently sucking my neck at the same time. I moaned and wiggled my bottom against him, making him groan in response.

“Come here dirty girl,” he said in a sexy voice, turning me toward him and leaning down to kiss me full-on.

I loved the way he swept his tongue into my mouth, like he was staking his claim. I also loved the way his wet and slippery skin felt against me, and I rubbed up against him like a shameless hussy. He moved his mouth away from mine to kiss my neck again and then he paused to whisper in my ear. “Your wet rack feels absolutely amazing pressed against me, madam.”

“Why thank you, sir,” I said with a smile, as I picked up his hand, and turned my head to look deeply into his eyes as I slid his index finger into my mouth and sucked seductively. His breath hitched and his eyes darkened and fogged with desire. When I popped his finger out from between my kiss-swollen lips, he grabbed my waist and urged me onto his lap. I sighed with delight feeling his hard-on pressing against me. “Oh my, you brought toys with you into the tub.”

“You’re more than welcome to play with my toys,” he flirted back.

I purposely squirmed in his lap, leaned in to rub my boobs against him, grabbed his head and gave him a hungry kiss, my tongue boldly exploring his cinnamon-tasting mouth. He kissed me back greedily, grabbing and kneading my ass. I pulled back and gave him an amused look.

“What was that about, Mr. Grabby Hands?”

“I’m allowed. This is mine,” he answered with a cocky grin, giving my bottom a firm squeeze. “Is this how you sat in Mark’s lap, by the way? If so, I might have to cut him some slack. This is pretty hard to resist.”

“Ooh, I like hard,” I said in a sexy voice, scooting back a little, reaching into the soapy water, and stroking his tub toys.

“You’re very naughty tonight,” he noted with a positively delighted look.

“I thought you wanted to help me research,” I said, giving him a sexy pout.

“I do,” he answered seductively, looking deeply into my eyes as I felt him reach between my legs and begin brushing his thumb up and down against my clit.

I smiled and breathed in deeply, feeling my skin start to flush, and then I reached down with my other hand and cupped his balls with my palm, massaging the sensitive spot just behind them with my fingertips. He swallowed hard and his lips parted as his breathing quickened and became heavier. He slipped two fingers up inside me, curved them forward and began stroking my inner wall, expertly finding the right spot almost immediately. I whimpered a little and pushed my hips forward against his hand.

Then I picked up the soapy sponge he had abandoned, squeezed some more body wash into it, reached into the water and gripped him tightly at the base, sliding my fist slowly up and down his swollen cock. He let out a ragged breath and a strangled sound.

“Oh, baby, yeah, like that,” he groaned. “That feels so good.”

I kept it up, twisting my grip around his shaft as I stroked him rhythmically and tried to remain focused while he continued stimulating my G-spot. The song
Fade into You
by Mazzy Star started to play and I leaned down and started kissing him again as we drove each other wild with our intimate touches. It turned into a rather hot and heavy make-out session, while we tried to devour each other and my skin began to feel like it was on fire, like I could sense every nerve-ending in my body.

He continued massaging me expertly, and at that moment, I was thankful for all of his experience. I moved my mouth lower to begin gently biting his neck as I let myself get lost in the sensation, only vaguely aware that the persistent moans and whimpers echoing off the tile walls were my own. My voice sounded to me like I was hearing it under the water.

I heard him speaking to me in a low sexy way, telling me I was beautiful and he wanted me like he had never wanted anyone else. I felt like my body was a separate entity, and as he pleasured me, bringing me closer and closer to physical release, my mind embraced and reveled in all of the love and security he offered. That part felt just as warm as the bath we shared.

While my brain was overcome with the feeling of being truly loved, though, my pussy was on fire. I felt deep pressure and tension, and my muscles clenching in intense anticipation as I climbed higher and higher. I really had no control over the physical at that point; I had had given that over to Adam willingly and entirely. Suddenly, I was climbing to the top of that roller coaster so fast it was dizzying. My voice got louder, higher, and shriller and I felt hot tears in my eyes because everything was just so intense that it was almost overwhelming me.