Bad Behavior(125)

"I'm going to add that to my EEOC filing," she said on an exhale.

I grinned and pulled her into my side. "That would be a complaint worth reading."

She snugged up against me, her thigh resting tentatively against mine. I reached down with my free hand and pulled her smooth leg across me, her wet pussy pressing into my leg. My cock did more than twitch, trying to get a second wind. I couldn't blame it. Caroline was incomparable.

She sighed against my chest, her breath tickling the skin over my heart. Could she feel how fast it beat, and not just from our exertions?

I was so fucked. Renting this room, taking her to dinner, thinking about her every spare second-I hadn't wanted to admit it. But now, after the haze of desire cleared the slightest bit, I knew I'd gotten in too deep. I was the proverbial frog in the frying pan. If Trent ever found out I was messing around with an associate, I would be fucking cooked.

"What are you thinking?" Her voice was like the caress of silk-soft, lovely, and fragile.

That this is a mistake that I will make over and over again as many times as you'll let me. "Just coming down, is all."

"Don't lie." She tilted her face up to mine, piercing me with her intelligent gaze. "I know this isn't really normal behavior for you."

I ran my hand through her hair. "How do you know that? I could be putting it to every hot associate that walks in the door."

What the fuck did I just say? 

She snorted. "You're a good liar, Wash. The best, really, especially when you're in front of a jury and telling them a story. But I see right through you." She tweaked my nipple. "Your reputation as a hardass no-nonsense attorney is written in ink. I'm more like a scribble in pencil messing up the neat lines of text."

She had me. Was I so transparent?

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone you have a soft spot for the class clown." She bit my chest lightly-which struck me as oddly sweet-and rested her head over my heart again.

I should have offered to clean her up or take her home, or any number of things, but I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with her in my arms. It was purely selfish, but I swelled with pride when I realized she meant to stay the night.

I wanted to hold my breath, lest I shake her out of her restfulness. But I didn't have to. Before long, her breaths became even and deep. I closed my eyes, hating to lose sight of Caroline but drawn down into sleep right along with her.





Chapter Sixteen


CAROLINE

I woke slowly, as if emerging from the most perfect cocoon of warmth. My eyes fluttered open and met a broad expanse of hard chest. Wash. I'd fucked Wash and spent the night. Shit.

His arms were wrapped around me, one of his legs pressed between mine. His dick was half mast against my hip. My pussy woke up with that little realization. Wash had ridden me hard last night, but the thought of another round had my body heating like a pot on a stove. The slight ache between my legs turned into a need.

Get it together, Caroline.

I pulled back from him, his arms loosening as I eased away. I disentangled my legs from his and was almost out of the bed when he grabbed me around the waist and yanked me back into his arms. My back slammed against his chest with a thunk.

"Where are you going?" His voice was shot through with sleep, raspy and sexy as hell.

"I was just-"

"You were just?" He squeezed me tighter to him, his cock thick against my lower back.

I tried to calm my heart's rapid beat, but he nuzzled into my hair and nipped at my ear. My thoughts went poof like part of some magic trick.

"I . . . I was saying that I should go."

"Go?" He pushed his hips against me, his cock sliding against me in a way that sent tingles straight to my clit. "Do I need to cross you, Ms. Montreat?"

"Cross me?"

"Yes." He pulled my hair away from my neck and licked and sucked, making me sink my nails into his arm. "Let's begin. You enjoyed last night?"

"Yes." Shit. Don't make it easy for him. "I mean, it was okay."

"Okay?" He moved his hand down my stomach. "Tell the ladies and gentlemen of the jury what you mean by the word 'okay.'" He gripped my thigh and pulled it back so my calf was lying over his. Then he eased his fingers to my clit. Blooms of pleasure spread and centered on every movement he made.

"I mean, mm, I mean that it was nice."

"Nice is the same as okay?" He stroked harder.

"No. I mean, yes. I mean it was-Jesus, Wash-it was better than okay." I tried to pull my thigh back down, the sensation overloading my body.

"Don't even fucking think about it." He pushed my leg even farther back, opening me more to him. "So, let's go back to my original question. See if you can answer it this time. You enjoyed last night?"