I did as he said, watching him work me over. His fingers slipped back into direct contact with my clit. I was there. But I had to wait. Wait until he told me. Wait, wait, wait. The intensity grew, my pussy screaming for reprieve from this torture.
"That's it, angel." His voice was low, praising me.
With a few more powerful thrusts he threw his head back. "Come for me. Now."
I came as he shot inside me. He groaned to the ceiling, deep with pleasure at his release. His cock spurted hot jets as I cried out. I died a little from the overwhelming waves of pleasure that raced through my entire body. I milked his shaft. I wanted every last drop. I only regretted that he was inside my pussy instead of coating my throat. I came so hard that I may have had some sort of religious experience. Because, God and all the saints, this guy could fuck.
Chapter Three
LINCOLN
Holy Christ. This woman, the one I'd heard an earful about from the entire U.S. Attorney's Office for the whole time I'd been in the city, was the best piece of ass I'd ever had. I don't think I'd come so hard in my entire life.
She was everything they'd said and more. Evan, or "bad bitch" as she was called by the AUSAs, was in control. So in control that she almost made poor Jonesy cream his pants in the bar. She was a master of manipulation, maintaining a tight grip on everyone around her, even when she was at ease.
When she'd moved on to me, I knew I had to have a taste. Breaking her control was the sort of challenge I could never resist. Not to mention she was hotter than a firecracker at Mardi Gras. A petite hourglass with big tits and a nice ass. Nothing better.
I rolled off her and lay on my back. The city lights glowed outside her expansive windows, the skyscrapers' watchful eyes ignoring the night and burning through the dark. Her taste was still on my tongue, sweet and savory at once. She lay next to me, panting. Her red hair, now mussed, fanned out over the pillow, and those blue eyes watched me. Her nipples were still hard, unable to relax from the tension that had lit up her body only moments before.
I enjoyed every second of her. I only regretted making her say no, telling me she didn't want it. But the thought of bending a powerful woman like her to my will was too much of a temptation. She drew out my darker side from the moment I saw her at the bar. Her confidence, the sexy way she dressed, and her tight body. No wonder Jonesy had blue balls all the goddamn time. He was no match for a woman like this. Jonesy was only five years younger but a million years away from being in her league. Evan wasn't for the faint of heart.
She whipped the white duvet over her flushed body, ruining my view of her ample tits. I wanted to have her again, to feel her nails in my back. But I didn't want to ruin the game.
I knew she was interested in more than just a casual fuck. She wanted information on her newest client, Castille. I'd known she was going to represent him from the moment he'd walked into her office. My investigator had tailed that prick all over the city. I was delighted he'd lawyered up with Evangeline Pallida, especially given the tales I'd heard about her and what I knew already. A worthy opponent, but a possible monkey wrench as well.
I raised up on my elbow, still taking in her form despite the covers. "I should be going."
"So soon?" she asked. Her blue eyes were luminous against her pale skin and the white duvet.
I bet she never asked men to stay and only did so now to get her information. I rose and dressed. She lay on the bed, looking at me with eyebrows raised, no doubt surprised I would dare leave her when she offered me the honor of staying the night. I smiled.
I looped my tie around my neck before crawling back on top of her. Her breath hitched as I pressed down into her body. Her warmth radiated through the duvet and into my chest. I nipped at her neck, her sweat now turned into a salty sheen that tingled on the tip of my tongue.
"You could stay," she purred and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I wanted to. But that would be letting her win.
"Sorry, angel, you already took everything I had to offer tonight. You'll have to get the rest of your information at Castille's arraignment next week. Grand jury's already set to indict his sorry ass tomorrow."
Her eyes narrowed, and she pulled my hair hard enough to hurt. I didn't mind. Turnabout is fair play.
"You motherfucker!"
I didn't move, just let her pull as I took her mouth, plunging my tongue into her tight lips. That little taste would have to do. I pushed up and off the bed before she could do any real damage.
"He's going down." I slipped my shoes on. "You'd best know that now. I've been working his case for a year. Ironclad. Locked up tight. Tighter than . . ." I let my gaze travel down the duvet to the delectable juncture of her thighs. "Well, you get the idea."