He dipped a finger into her, then ran it along the opening of her anus.
“Justin!”
She came, clutching his hips to prevent herself from grinding into his face too hard. Her scream echoed against the walls. She felt like even the tip of her hair was tingling from the force of her orgasm.
Justin shifted underneath her, and she found herself flat on her back. He linked his fingers with hers and slowly sank into her. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when you come.” He slid easily into her until she felt his balls resting against her bare flesh. “I could watch you come forever.”
He kissed her deeply as he moved slowly inside her. Her inner muscles were still shaky from the orgasm, but the feel of him between her legs was like an elixir, and she felt herself starting to build again.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He increased his tempo. He had to be close… She’d gotten him so worked up.
He lifted his torso and changed the angle so he could stimulate her clit with every thrust. She gasped as the pleasure began to crescendo again, pushing her closer to the edge once more. He watched her, his eyes passion-glazed. As she gazed up at him, it was like he was a black arts warlock who’d cast a spell on her—to own her completely.
“Come for me, Vanessa.”
Her back arched at the darkly whispered command, and she came with a soundless scream. Somehow it was sharper and more intense, like the previous one had just been an appetizer.
Justin groaned as her inner muscles flexed around his cock and he came, his head thrown back. He clenched his teeth, and he looked like a savage god over her.
Rolling so she’d lie on top of him, he wrapped his arms around her. When his breathing slowed, he kissed the back of her neck. “You’re a hell of a woman.”
She laughed.
“What are you doing tomorrow? If you want, we can fly to Mexico for a one-day honeymoon,” he said. “We can take our honeymoon one day a week until we’ve had our requisite month.”
She gasped. “Month? Nobody has a honeymoon for a whole month.”
He kissed her. “We do. You’re worth it.”
She gently pushed back the hair that fell over his forehead. “I can’t. I have to work tomorrow.”
“Boo. It’s Sunday.”
“I’ve been taking a lot of days off recently. I have to make up for it somehow. It’s a really long shot, but I might be able to make partner this year. I don’t want to screw it up.”
“Does this mean you’ll be billing over a hundred hours a week? I don’t think it’s healthy for a pregnant woman to work so much.”
“I’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m on my feet all day.”
“Still.” He put a hand over her belly possessively. “Junior might not like it.”
“Junior, is it?” Would he be disappointed if it was a girl?
“We’ll see. I don’t care, so long as it’s healthy.”
“You don’t want a boy just like Barron?”
Justin shuddered. “One Barron is plenty.” Justin brushed the tip of his nose against hers. “I want our child to have the best traits from both of us.”
Vanessa smiled. “You’re so sweetly sentimental. I never knew.”
“Don’t tell anybody. It’ll ruin my reputation.”
Giggling, she snuggled closer…and wished the moment would never end.
Chapter Eleven
After Vanessa had left for work the next day, Justin pulled out his phone and dialed John Highsmith’s personal mobile number.
Justin wasn’t a client yet, but Highsmith seemed eager to earn Sterling & Wilson’s business. The company needed a new legal team in California, and the firm was one of the best.
“Hello?” Highsmith’s voice was smooth but guarded.
“This is Justin Sterling.”
“Justin! How good of you to call.”
Justin smiled. It was lunchtime on a Sunday. He doubted there was anything good about the timing. “Am I interrupting anything?”
“Not at all.”
“Oh, good. There’s something I need a little help with.”
“If it is within my power,” Highsmith said, relishing his vowels. He sounded like he was auditioning for an Elizabethan play.
“I want you to pull Vanessa Pryce off all her cases.” Especially the ones she was working on with Felix Peck. “I’d like her to work on a special project for us instead.”
“That can certainly be arranged.”
Justin smiled. Highsmith didn’t even try to argue, and he liked that. Lawyers should work to please him. “Have her work no more than forty, but feel free to bill a hundred. Keep my name and the Sterling & Wilson connection out of it—this must be absolutely confidential. You can send a retainer agreement to my office in Chicago. Have it addressed to my assistant.”