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  “Because I’m sexy,” I supplied. “And you’re a little tipsy, and it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

  “Fuck.” She unlocked her door.

  “Because you never do this kind of thing, and even you feel the need to get the stick out of your ass.”

  “The stick out of my — ?” she sputtered.

  Her place was as nice as the lobby, modern yet classic. The coffee table was black metal and glass, while the sofa was well-worn old plush. An odd mismatch, as if Leanne hadn’t had the time to look for pieces that worked well together.

  “Come on, I can’t be the first person to point it out,” I said, taking the opportunity to cup said ass. It was a nice one, too — high and tight. “Seems to be lodged pretty firmly in place.”

  She stared at me, speechless. Her eyes were level with mine, and I used this moment to appreciate their dark expressiveness. Her lips, full and pink, parted slightly — maybe because my hand was still on her ass. Her suit was still damp, which couldn’t be comfortable.

  I shrugged off my backpack as I waited for her response. When it became clear she wasn’t going to find words, I switched gears. “You tell me, then. Why are you doing this?”

  “I have no goddamn clue.” She pressed her lips together. “I suppose because it’s been a while and the opportunity doesn’t present itself that often. Why with a loud-mouthed drunk in a T-shirt promoting cheap whiskey, on the other hand? That’s one of those mysteries that will forever remain unresolved.”

  Loud-mouthed drunk? I would’ve walked out on the girl if I hadn’t been so turned on. Grabbing her around the waist, I heaved her onto the counter. Dishes clattered around us. “You’ll pay for calling me that.”

  The look she gave me was a challenge. “Oh? What are you going to do to me?” She shrugged out of her jacket.

  My hands on the counter beside each of her legs, I practically snarled at her. “Whatever the hell I want.”

  Then it was on. Oh God, it was on.

  Leanne grabbed me around the neck and kissed me violently, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip. In response, I clawed at her shoulders. She loosened her grip, letting out a groan.

  “You think you can play games with me?” I said, free hand searching for a route down her skirt. “I win all of them.”

  “No games.” Her fingernails dragged along my neck, trying and failing to get lower than my shirt collar. “Never said you couldn’t do what you want with me.”

  “Good, because I’m going to.”

  Finding a zipper, I tore it open. Beneath her lacy panties, she was already wet.

  “You’ve never been fucked like this before,” I growled. “Going to rock your fucking world.”

  “Enough talking.” She leaned back, spreading her legs wide. “Show me.”

  Trailing my hand down from her belly button, I watched her face carefully. Her features tightened, and as her head tipped back, she looked at me with eager eyes. Her breath was quick and shallow.

  I played my fingers through her silky patch of pubic hair. If she hadn’t been worked up before, she sure was now.

  “Touch my clit,” she begged.

  “Tsk, tsk, you’re a dirty one.”

  “And that’s unusual?”

  “Mmm… more unexpected.” My fingers rested lightly atop her mound. “You need to be patient.”

  Her hands seized up, grasping at thin air. “I’ve been patient for damn near a year now. Now stop toying with me and do something!”

  Where was the uptight, straitlaced lawyer who’d been so reluctant to bring me back here? I had no idea, but I was definitely a fan of the horny, dirty-talking nympho who’d taken her place. Apparently getting Leanne in private was all it took to let this other girl out.

  I wondered which other repressed women I might’ve missed out on in the past because they didn’t immediately throw themselves at me. If all uptight girls were like this one, they might become my new fetish.

  “Yes-s-s,” she hissed. Her head tipped further, the back of it finding the cabinet door for support, as my hand made contact with her wetness. “Finger me good and hard.”

  My panties got a little wetter with each word Leanne spoke. And hers was one challenge I had no problem rising to.

  After my first few teasing caresses, I began to pleasure her in earnest. I’d always wondered why fingering was so underrated. In my opinion, it was one of the most convenient forms of sex — you could do it anytime, anywhere, with little muss or fuss. And it had one major advantage over oral — you had the chance to watch every last flicker and twitch on your partner’s face.

  “Feels so good,” Leanne groaned. Her hips thrust upward, forcing her clit against my hand again and again.

  She was a whole different person from the woman I’d met. “For someone who doesn’t usually do this, you could’ve fooled me.”

  “Shut up.” Leanne’s eyes opened as if checking if she’d gone too far. Having apparently set her mind at ease, she closed them again. “I’m ready.”

  “Ready to take a ride on the tongue train?”

  “Shut up!” She gasped as I set my thumb on her clit and slid a finger inside. “Yes — ready for — whatever you want to do to me.”

  Which of those identical doors was her bedroom? “Let’s go to your room.”

  “No.” She eased down to the floor. Pulling her skirt up to her waist, she perched on the counter. “I want it right here.”

  Definitely kinkier than I’d imagined. I grinned, taking a moment to caress each of her breasts before dipping between her wide-spread legs. Taking it slow, I grazed my tongue along her sensitive nub.

  She moaned and clutched the counter. Looked like she was going to be an incredibly responsive lover. If such a light touch could do that to her, what would she do if I licked her hard?

  Time to find out.

  Crouched between her legs, I set the flat of my tongue against her and went to town. She screamed and shuddered, getting me wetter with every passing second. Her musky taste was intoxicating.

  Was it too much for her? Worried, I slowed to a gentler pace.

  She arched to look down at me. “Don’t stop,” she urged, her voice breathy and hoarse. “Give me more.”

  Gripping each of her ass cheeks, I squeezed hard enough to teach her a lesson. “I’ll fuck you how I want. Didn’t I tell you I’d do what I wanted with you?”

  The noise she let out may have been a sigh of disappointment, but it was the most erotic damn sigh I’d ever heard. “Yes, you did.”

  “Yes, who?”

  “Yes…” She frowned at me, the confusion on her face arousing me even more. I liked to see a sex partner struggling to figure out what I wanted from them. Especially a woman as successful and put-together as this particular lawyer. “Yes, miss?”

  “Good girl.” I patted her ass before returning to where I’d been and giving her what she wanted.

  She probably had a couple of years on me — our conversation beforehand hadn’t touched on our ages — but she took no offense to being spoken to like a pet. Instead, she pushed her hips up to match my tongue, gliding against me again and again.

  Her arms moved, and a rush of heat went through me as I realized she was touching her breasts. Next time I’d have her in another position, something where I might be able to watch her face and see her body.

  Next time? What was I thinking? I was leaving town. There wouldn’t be a next time.

  As I drew more delicious moans out of Leanne, I decided I could’ve fucked her a few times without getting bored of her. If I was in town for more than one night, I could’ve indulged in this delicacy over and over.

  “Miss…”

  “Mmm?” I tongue-lashed again. Going slow and holding back were long since over. I was giving her my all, licking her as hard and rough as I could.

  “Miss, I don’t think I can…” She paused to let out a frenzied groan, long and loud. “Miss, do I have your permission to come?”

  I had n
o doubt she’d hold off if I told her to, and the idea of making her wait tempted me greatly. Then again, making her come now would let me give her multiple orgasms sooner.

  I pulled away enough to say, “You can come.” I grabbed her ass with one hand, the other moving up to tease a nipple.

  “Now?” The word came out in a needy whimper.

  “Mmm.”

  I redoubled my efforts between her thighs. A second later, they were shaking on either side of me. Her hips bucked and jumped as if she was getting an electric shock.

  “Fu-u-uck,” Leanne sighed out when her body had settled down. “Stop – I came – you don’t have to – I mean – ”

  I slowed down until my tongue was barely brushing her. The strokes were too gentle for her to object to. And yet, as she shivered under me, I knew she’d soon be getting just as worked up again. It didn’t take long for her to reach a second climax – and then a third.

  Then it was my turn. I took her place on the counter and opened my legs, licking my lips in anticipation. Pleasing her had gotten me so turned on that I found myself writhing more with every touch she gave me.

  I especially enjoyed the sight of her bent before me. I hadn’t realized it before, but at this angle I could take in the curve of her shoulders and back – including her tight little ass. My orgasm came in record time, and as much as I wanted to, I didn’t have the energy to keep going.

  We seemed to realize at the same time that we were still in her kitchen. Dragging herself up, she dragged me into what I assumed was her bedroom. With no further ado, she passed out.

  I lay down beside her, my pulse rate still recovering. Tonight definitely didn’t go how I’d expected. Taking a few deep breaths, I allowed myself to relive the past few hours, from the anger at the canceled flight to the good time drinking in the dive bar. The first sight of Leanne, getting through her standoffish demeanor. Then stripping her down and setting her loose.

  That wild, uninhibited sex was the best I’d had in a long time… maybe ever. Yes, the unexpected landing had been a blessing after all. I almost regretted how early I had to leave.

  Although I didn’t go back to the same lovers often, I would’ve liked to go for another round with Leanne in the morning — if there was even time before whatever ungodly hour she undoubtedly left for work.

  But you couldn’t always get what you want, and I had a flight to catch. If I wanted to make it to any part of Art on Fire, I needed to get to Syracuse.

  I caught a few hours of fitful sleep, finding Leanne unconsciously wrapped around me every time I woke up.

  At five o’clock in the morning, I caught a cab to the airport.

  THREE — LEANNE

  Randy Tripton had not run a Ponzi scheme. There was no evidence to that effect. He was innocent of all charges, his only crime being that he cared too much about the elderly people he’d convinced to invest in his completely legitimate properties.

  There were already a few local newspaper articles about “Newbank’s Largest Scam Ever.” Granted that wasn’t much of an accomplishment, given the small size of our town, but the facts seemed clear.

  The early comers to Tripton’s investments did receive their money back, and then some. But rather than coming from houses and condos, the cash flow was coming from each new wave of investors.

  As I stared at the screen of facts and figures, I wondered how I was ever going to convince anyone of his innocence. Defending guilty clients was a fact of the job, but this one simply radiated dishonesty. He’d even tried to sell me his bogus investments!

  Not helping my focus was the fact that mentally, I was far from the mahogany confines of my office. Every thirty seconds, my traitorous mind treated me to another flashback from last night.

  BJ guiding me onto the kitchen counter.

  BJ moving her hand languorously between my thighs.

  BJ touching me with surprising gentleness before fucking me into a state of unthinkable bliss.

  BJ, BJ, BJ…

  All the wild claims she’d made had come true. I’d never had sex like that before, and she most definitely had rocked my world. She’d had me talking in ways I’d only ever done in my head. The filthy words that passed through my lips should’ve made me ashamed. And yet they still only turned me on…

  I shook myself, willing my mind to return to its task. I just couldn’t stop thinking about her. Taking her home in the first place was so completely out of character for me. The alcohol must’ve hit me hard.

  In any case, there was little point to analyzing whether I should’ve said no. That itch had been scratched. My stress had been relieved. And what was done was done.

  A knock came at my office door. I looked up, glad for a distraction. If it’d been my boss, that gladness would’ve been short-lived. Luckily it was Ingram — the new paralegal at Chatham & Associates, and one of the few people here I was out to.

  “What’s up?” he asked at the same time as I said, “Can I help you?”

  We both laughed. Ingram had told me early on that he preferred not to be so formal, yet I still found it hard to break the habit.

  “Just swinging by to update you on the Tripton case,” he said with an easy smile. “I haven’t found anything much so far, but I’ll send you a summary of my notes. That’s one shady person.”

  “Sadly enough, I agree.” I folded my hands on the desk. “Keep looking as much as you can. This case is pretty important.”

  It would’ve been nice to not defend guilty people. Once I was more established, I’d be able to pick and choose my cases. At the moment, not so much. I was hoping to make partner within the next few months, and bringing in new clients would help a lot. Now that I’d gotten Randy on board, my chances of getting the promotion were higher than ever.

  My bosses weren’t going to care if Randy had committed the twelve counts of unlawful activity and securities fraud he was accused of. As long as his checkbook covered the retainer and my exorbitant hourly fee, he was exactly the type of person our firm wanted to defend.

  “All right,” Ingram said. “I also wanted to check if you were still interested in those puppies I mentioned.”

  Puppies? I frowned at him, unable to recall anything of the sort. Right now it felt like I existed on a whole other planet from things like puppies. Between the case and the BJ thing, my mind was nowhere near cute fuzzy creatures.

  “You don’t remember?” Ingram asked, leaning against the door frame. “A couple weeks ago, I told you how my friend’s dog had puppies. You said maybe you should take one. That it’d give you something besides work to think about.”

  That did sound like something I would say, although not in a serious way. Ingram hadn’t known me long enough to tell the difference.

  “I don’t think…” I paused. Why shouldn’t it be serious? If I could be the type of woman to have a one-night stand, surely I could be the type to adopt a puppy. “Maybe I do need something like that in my life.”

  “You do! You sound down, though. Something wrong?” I gestured him inside, and he took the seat across from me where my clients usually sat. “What is it?”

  “I, uh… I went out last night. Bad idea. I’m extremely underslept and hung over at the moment.”

  His eyebrows rose as if he could tell there was more to it than that. “And?”

  Confiding in a coworker was probably crazy. Who else was I going to tell, though? Ingram was easy-going and wouldn’t judge me. I gave him a two-sentence explanation of what had happened with BJ. “And the worst part is the girl took off without saying goodbye. She didn’t even leave a note.”

  “Oh,” Ingram breathed. “Isn’t that kind of standard, though? I mean, I don’t know about between girls…”

  “It is? I’ve never done anything that wild before. With anyone.”

  Ingram tilted his head back and forth, considering. “I think a note’s a nice courtesy, but it’s not strictly necessary. You weren’t going to see this girl again, right? Is she from anywhere nea
r here?”

  “Uh… I’m not sure.” I hadn’t thought to ask. BJ’s narrow eyes and high cheekbones gave her an exotic look, while her darker skin and wildly curly hair implied a whole different ancestry. Either way, I doubted she was from anywhere near Newbank. “You’re probably right. And she did have an early flight to catch. I just thought we had some kind of connection. Things were… insane. I don’t know if it’s normal for it to be like that, but it’s never been like that for me before.”

  This was probably too much information to give a coworker, but Ingram nodded sagely. “Wild monkey sex?”

  “I guess so.” Another flashback of me gripping the kitchen counter, BJ fingering me roughly from behind. “It gets under your skin, you know?”

  “I’m not sure if I’ve had it as wild as what you’re saying, but I can guess.”

  That surprised me. Ingram seemed like the worldly type. Maybe he hadn’t found the right person yet. I figured the people involved had to be a major part of what made it so good. No one could have sex like that without some kind of chemistry.

  “I knew what I was letting myself in for,” I said, thinking out loud. “I mean, I didn’t even like the girl. She was loud and annoying and full of herself. But when we were alone, it felt… special. She made me feel special.”

  Strange for me to be complaining about it now, because half the reason I went for it was because it wouldn’t be particularly special. With the girls I usually dated, sex had all sorts of meanings and implications. I couldn’t let loose and express my wild side. I hadn’t even known I could be so yielding and submissive.

  For someone like BJ, sex meant nothing. I knew I could get as kinky as I wanted since I’d just be another number on her list. I figured she’d forget me soon enough, which somehow allowed me a freedom I’d never had before. And yet here I was, upset that she hadn’t stuck around and eaten breakfast with me?

  Ingram gave me a sympathetic look. I supposed that was all he could do.

  “Anyway, thank you,” I said, bringing myself back into business mode. “Having someone to talk to helps. I know this was thoroughly inappropriate for the workplace, and we won’t discuss it any further.”