Total D*ck(30)

My cock agreed, stiffening uncomfortably in my pants.

She stared straight ahead. “You are a total dick.”

I grabbed her hand from her lap and placed it on my erection. “For you. Yeah, I am.”

She pulled her hand back, but not fast enough. Her parted lips and her lingering touch gave her away.

I had her where I wanted her. All I needed to do was capitalize.

“—and without further ado, let’s eat.” Terrell sat and servers began entering from behind the bar and bringing out platters piled high with croissant sandwiches, chicken salad with grapes, shrimp, and numerous other dishes that were part and parcel of a New Orleans luncheon. Of course, they served more alcohol right along with the food.

I leaned over and whispered into her ear as conversations started up around us. “Now, about that table fuck we were just discussing . . .”

“Charles.” She turned to the man sitting to her left. “What were you telling me about how your firm is working on implementing a new associate training program with courses abroad?”

He smiled, his all-American looks—blond hair, light blue eyes, and a swimmer’s build—chapping my ass. “Yes. Since I became chair of the associate round table, we’ve started upping our game. We’re actually planning a Paris trip in two months. And it’s not just our associates. It’ll be an opportunity for associates from all firms. I’ve billed it as continuing legal education on the banks of the Seine. Sound good?”

She leaned away from me. Toward him. “I think that sounds fabulous.” Had her voice risen an octave?

“I—I’d love it if you could join.” His smiled widened.

She put her hand on his shoulder and moved closer. Was she pressing her body into him? I reached under the table and gripped her knee.

She jumped a little but told him, “Paris sounds wonderful. As long as you’ll be there, too.”

The same emotion that had colored my vision earlier when Carey spoke about touching Scarlett’s hair came roaring to life in my chest. Actually, it was more like a nuclear explosion of that feeling—jealousy. Ugly, prickly, sour-tasting fucking envy.

I ran my hand roughly up her thigh, pressing between her legs until I felt the silky material of her panties. Her pussy was already wet. The thought that it was wet for anyone but me made something short-circuit in my brain.

She let out a soft “oh” and pulled away from Charles as she sank her nails into the back of my hand.

“Stop,” she hissed through gritted teeth.

“What?” I picked up my fork with my other hand and speared a shrimp, chewing it as my fingertips rubbed back and forth across the damp material.

I pressed harder against her clit, and she let out a little sigh, her eyelids fluttering.

“You okay, Scarlett?” Charles asked.

“She’s fine. Enjoy your lunch.” I gave him a shit-eating grin and stroked her faster. “You, too, Scarlett. You should eat.”

“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Charles Riesling. You are?” The challenge in his voice amused me.

“Kennedy Granade.”

His eyes brightened with recognition. “Oh, the ambulance chaser I’ve heard about.”

I slid my fingers beneath her panties, her nub hard and wanting. She no longer tried to pry my hand away, and her breathing became quicker with each of my caresses. My cock was painfully hard, but it would have to wait.

“The very one. I’ve even caught a few. What firm do you work for?”

“Mills and Everly.”

I smirked and slid my fingers lower, sinking them inside her as she bit her lip. “So you work for Bert Mills?”

“Yes. You know him?” He needed to work on his poker face—incredulous surprise never looked good on any attorney.

I moved my fingers back out and gave her clit the attention it needed.

I shook my head. “I don’t know him personally, no.”

He smirked. “I didn’t think so.”

“But his wife and I are well acquainted. Well, I guess she’s his ex-wife now.”

He swallowed hard. “You know Lily?”

I laughed. “Who doesn’t?”

Scarlett stiffened and gripped my wrist, wrenching my hand away and closing her legs. Her glare told me I’d fucked up.

“I’m not sure what you’re suggesting,” Charles sputtered.

“It’s simple, Charles.” I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked Scarlett’s taste from them, never dropping her gaze as I did so. “The food at these things is always so delicious, don’t you think?”

She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. I needed to be between them.

“What’s simple?” Charles pressed.