Shut up.
One day of having sex, not even a full day, and already her mind was on sex. This was why she'd avoided it.
No, you avoided it because no one had ever gotten you hot enough.
Rex is not hot.
Yes, he is.
He's older.
And more experienced.
Moving toward his office, she glanced in to find him on the phone. He ushered her inside, and he didn't ask for her to close the door.
Taking a seat, she waited.
"Okay, thanks for that, Richmond," he said, and put the phone down.
"Was any of the research I gave helpful?" she asked.
"It was actually. Also, the bank trail you did, locating accounts, I've been able to nail that Mrs. Richmond is not as squeaky clean as she would like to make out."
"How do you mean?"
"The accounts with all of the hotel rooms, and certain escort services is the card he gave to her. He had nothing to do with that card. So, I need Mrs. Richmond in here so that I can talk to her, if that is okay."
"Yeah, I can do that. I have a contact for her." She went to stand up.
"How are you?" Rex asked.
"I'm fine." She moved toward he door.
"Close the door, and sit down."
Following his instruction, she closed the door, and moved back to her seat.
"Are you sore?"
Her cheeks heated. "Yes."
"How was your appointment with Frank?"
"How did you know about that?"
"I know everything, Nora."
"Arleen?"
"You got it. She likes me, and I like her. This is a mutual friendship."
Nora sighed. "He's happy that I'm not leaving, and he knows that I still am looking for a job elsewhere."
"But he is happy you're staying here."
She nodded. "Yes. I'm not going anywhere yet." She chuckled. "He wanted to extend my contract for fifty years."
"Do you have a contract?"
Nora shook her head. "I did for the first five years, and now I just have a standard salary, with the right to leave at any time."
"I must do something about you wanting to stay."
"Was there anything else?" she asked, not wanting to admit to the temptation he presented.
"Yeah, there was. Come here."
She stood and moved toward the desk. He leaned back in his chair. Both of his hands were resting on the arms of the chair.
"Rest your ass on the desk, and open your legs."
"Rex?"
"Anytime. Anywhere."
She was already wet, and she hated how easily she succumbed to the heat of his body.
Her cheeks were on fire, and yet she wanted this even though there was a risk anyone could step in.
"Lift your dress."
"Rex?"
"I wouldn't do anything to ruin your reputation. You've got to learn to trust me."
"You've not actually given me much reason to trust you."
"Then let me earn it."
She took a deep breath. There was no point denying what she wanted. She wanted his touch as much as he did.
Gripping the edge of her dress, she lifted it up, showing her bare pussy without any panties either.
Opening her thighs, she watched him and waited.
"I've been thinking about this sweet pussy all morning." He moved so that he was close to the desk, and his other hand brushed across the top of her thigh. She closed her eyes, loving the touch of his skin against hers.
Up he went, the tips of his fingers creating a wave of heat that was out of this world, and made her melt for more.
The moment he touched her pussy, it took every ounce of control she possessed not to voice her need.
"Baby, you want this as much as I do."
She whimpered as he moved a finger from her clit to thrust into her pussy.
"Tonight, I want you to ride my cock. You'll be coming home with me."
"Rex," she said, gasping his name.
"Don't argue with me. We both know it's what we want, and I'm going to fuck you all night long, and I may even play with that pretty ass of yours."
Two fingers thrust inside her pussy and his thumb teased her clit. She held onto her dress, and then dropped it, realizing she would crease it if she wasn't careful.
"Read this," he said, handing her a piece of paper.
What the hell?
She froze as his office door opened.
"Hey, Rex, you got a minute?" Carl asked.
"I will but I'm just sorting through some things here with Nora." He didn't once stop his teasing as he spoke to Carl, and she was struggling to focus on anything. She was so close to coming, and the way he was teasing her it was so amazing.
The door closed, and Rex removed his hand.
She was in shock as he licked his fingers, and moaned. "You taste so good."
"You stopped."
"Yeah, I want you to think about what is going to happen next, and it will only occur if you come to my place tonight." He stood up. "I'll go and see what Carl wants."
Her heart was racing, and she was so damn aroused that it wasn't even funny.
"Don't play with your pussy either. That is my job." He left his office, and she glanced down at the piece of paper on her hands.
Carl's coming, and you're not going to be. Blame him, I'd have gladly licked your pussy at my desk for lunch. Your pussy is far tastier than a turkey on rye.
She couldn't help but smile.
He was a strange man.
A good strange.
Glancing at the clock, she saw it was getting close to lunchtime. They still had a long time to go. The afternoon was going to be torture.
The moment he touched Nora, he had every intention of bringing her to orgasm. Rex didn't like Carl, had never liked the fucker. In fact, when Carl joined the practice and had a winning streak he had been a very bad winner, constantly rubbing his victories in everyone's face. Rex had hated him from the get go. Helping him now was his way of helping out karma.
"Did you help Carl?" Nora asked.
She sat in his car, looking all around the parking lot in case anyone spotted them.
"You can stop freaking out. No one is going to say anything."
"You don't know that. I'm in your car."
"Just tell them yours broke down, and I'm driving you home. No big deal." He tapped the steering wheel smiling as Carl noticed them. Rex couldn't resist giving him a wave. "If Frank had any sense, he would fire him."
"He's just having a bad streak."
"You know he wanted to do a competition right?"
"A competition?"
"Yeah, he was at the company for like ten months and he'd lost no cases. He'd gotten nothing but wins, and he wanted to implement a chart of losers and winners."
"How crass."
"Yep, and believe me, I wasn't up to it."
"Why not?"
"This is not about being winners and losers, Nora. I know when I decided to be a lawyer, I would win some and lose some."
"That didn't bother you?"
"Of course it did. I wanted to win every single case I was involved in. The thing is, some cases I should have won, I lost, and other cases I won, I should have lost. I'm an asshole. I know that, but I'm dealing with people's lives here. Even Richmond. He shouldn't be getting away scot free, I get that. He couldn't keep his dick in his pants, and now his wife is after every last cent. Now, his first wife, she got a good chunk of his money, but if you ask me, she deserved it. For years she dealt with his cheating and all of his shit. Gave him a couple of kids, a loving home, and he screwed her over time and time again. The current Mrs. Richmond is a money-grabbing whore. I've met her a couple of times, and I would bet neither of them have been faithful."
"I couldn't imagine that."
"What?"
"Marrying someone for money, or not loving them enough to make it work."
"You believe in love?" he asked.
She sighed, and he chanced a look toward her. "I don't know what I believe to be honest. I know what I've seen, and what I know to be out there. It's just hard, you know? I want things to be like they are in books. You meet someone, and you hit it off. There's love, and friendship, and this blissful peace, and scalding attraction. You never have to worry if he or she is looking the other way."
"It's an ideal world, right."
"Yeah, ideal but not the reality." She leaned up against the window. "So what is your story then?"
"My story?"
"Yeah. I don't really know what your deal is. You work hard, and I know you played harder. Women were always visiting the office, and you had a different woman every chance you got. Is there a Mrs. Donovan in your past?"
"Nope. Never been married. Don't want to be either. There was one woman. I thought she was the one. It turned out she wasn't much in for monogamy either."
"Do you think if you had found someone who wanted to settle down, you would have?" she asked.
"You're asking a lot of questions."
"I know. I'm sorry."
Rex kept his gaze on the road as he navigated through it. "Yes, I would have."
"You'd have settled down."
"I'd have settled down. No mistresses, no whores. I'd have had the picket fence, the ten bedrooms filled with childish laughter. I would have had a family. Instead I never got that, so I will have to settle at being good at my job, and deflowering my very own PA."