Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel (7 page)

I’ve thought a
lot about this fascination I have with her, and at first, I thought
it all boiled down to sex. Amazing, phenomenal sex. But the more I
reflect on my interactions with Mac this week, the more I realize
that I’m attracted to a whole lot more than just her body and
the way she can make me come. She intrigues me on so many other
levels.

During a meeting
this week with Lorraine and Mac, I saw firsthand how Lorraine tried
to bully Mac and how she tries to hold herself out as Mac’s
boss, which isn’t how things work around here. Lorraine is in a
different division, and I’m Mac’s immediate supervisor.
It was exhausting watching Lorraine try to jockey for some type of
position or hold over her, and I was relieved when I asked her to go
ahead and leave so I could talk to Mac about the
Jackson
case
she had brought with her to the firm.

When the door closed
behind Lorraine, I asked her, “Is she always like that?”

“Yeah,”
she said with an almost embarrassed admission.

“Well, if you
have any problems with her, just let me know.”

“Not going to
happen,” she said bluntly.

My eyebrows shot up.
“Excuse me?”

“I can handle
Lorraine on my own. I won’t be running to you if I have an
issue.”

I said nothing more
than, “Suit yourself,” but that right there garnered more
respect from me than anything she had done up to that point, and with
each passing day, she was becoming more and more intriguing to my
senses.

Mac brought me up to
speed on her
Jackson
case. It’s going to be a tough
fight to get justice for her client, who suffered a traumatic brain
injury. The other side claims Mr. Jackson was speeding when their
client, who was driving a tractor-trailer, turned left in front of
him causing a head on collision. They also claim Mr. Jackson didn’t
have his headlights on. Both of these issues are tough, but they can
be fought with the right expert witnesses. I told Mac that she would
need a biomechanical engineer and an accident reconstructionist to
get the job done.

Just before our
meeting wrapped up on the
Jackson
case, I told her, “You
know this case is a major uphill battle.”

“Yeah…
I sort of figured that out when seven other law firms turned it
down,” she said glumly.

“Then why did
you take it?”

Mac chewed on her
bottom lip, considering her answer for a moment. Then her eyes filled
with resolve and she said, “I just really liked Miranda and
Larry Jackson. I felt sorry for them, and they remind me of my
parents. Strong, hardworking… they didn’t deserve this,
and their life has been ruined because of it. I know those are stupid
reasons to take a case…” she had trailed off, seemingly
a bit embarrassed by her reasoning.

So, probably my
downfall ultimately will be due to the fact that Mac has a heart of
gold, which only amps up the attraction. I know I may come off as an
asshole more than ninety-five percent of the time, but the truth is,
I have a big heart too. I just don’t let women in it. No, all
of my heart is spent on just a few things… my family, which
includes my amazing mom and dad who live in eastern Pennsylvania, my
seven-year-old son, Gabe, and my law practice. And I’m not
talking about love for the business of law. I’m talking about
my love for the passion of law. I chose to devote my career to
helping people achieve justice. I’ve represented people from
all walks of life that have had horrific things happen to them. They
were then spit upon by an unfair system with no one to take up their
fight. That’s where I come in, and the only way you can
effectively do that is to really have love for your clients. For
their pain, their misery, and their despair.

I take it all on.
I’ve cried in private when the story is too tragic. I’ve
spent countless of hours and had many sleepless nights, making sure
I’m doing my best to protect them. When I win, I share in their
triumph. When I lose, I keenly feel their anguish, because it becomes
my anguish.

Mac is essentially
the same. She took an improbable case because her client didn’t
deserve what happened to him. Didn’t matter she would have a
huge fight… she wasn’t about to let the wrong go
unanswered.

And that right there
probably fated me to not be able to let her go from my mind.

Because she’s
me.

I recognize in her
the same qualities that fuel my passion for the law, and that right
there has her earning even more of my respect. That makes her all the
more sexy and desirable.

Yeah… I’m
not going to be able to let her go from my mind, but I’m still
resolved that I won’t have her again physically. I just can’t
go there since she’s my employee. Not to mention, I’m
still firmly against the whole concept of sleeping with just one
woman. It sort of defeats the whole “angry, loner,
I’ve-been-stomped-on-by-love” vibe I have going.

Not going to have
her physically again.

I’m resolved.

But surely, there’s
no harm in walking down to her office and seeing what she’s up
to on this fine Saturday. I mean… she may have a question
about the
Jackson
case or something.

I walk down to her
office and step inside her open door. She’s immersed in some
document she’s got in her hand, but she must sense I’m
there because she turns her head slightly and when she sees me, she
jerks in her chair.

Putting her hand on
her chest, she laughs, “Geez… you about gave me a heart
attack.”

I smile at her in
apology and walk all the way in, taking a seat opposite her desk.
“Sorry. I was walking by and saw you… thought I’d
say hello.”

She grins goofily
and waves her hand at me across the desk. “Hello.”

Okay, no helping the
fucking smile that comes to my face because… fuck, she’s
funny. “So… how are you settling in?”

“Good.
Everyone’s been really nice and helpful.” She holds up a
document and shakes it in the air. “I decided to figure out
what the hell a biomechanical engineer is… a little light
Saturday reading.”

“I have some
good articles for you to read. I’ll email them over to you.”

“Great,”
she says with a smile.

“How long have
you been here?”

She looks down at
her watch before bringing her gaze back to mine. “Oh…
only a little over seven hours. How about you?”

“A few hours.
I have depositions next week in Chicago in a complex litigation case
I have to get ready for.”

Mac lets out a huge,
pent-up breath and sinks back into her chair.

“What’s
with the long-suffering sigh?” I ask with my eyebrow cocked and
my head tilted.

“Nothing,”
she says, her voice sort of dejected while she messes around with
some papers on her desk, refusing to meet my eyes. “I just
can’t wait for the day when I can be a real litigator and
handle depositions, go to court hearings, and make arguments to a
jury.”

“That takes
time,” I reassure her. “But… how about you sit in
on these depositions with me next week, watch how they’re
handled, and I’ll have you handle some smaller ones for me
after that?”

Fuck, why I offered
that I have no clue. It would be absolutely idiotic of me to bring
Mac to out-of-state depositions with me. I need to rescind that offer
immediately.

Her head snaps up,
and she looks at me eagerly. “Really? I mean, you don’t
even know what type of lawyer I am.”

Okay, so the eager
look in her eyes is pulling on my heartstrings, and I swear, it has
nothing to do with the fact that ninety percent of the time, just
being near her is pulling on my dick.

“True enough.”
I agree with her assessment because I know diddly about her. “But
there’s only one way to find out.”

Mac leans forward in
her chair, and I practically groan because her full breasts sway
against the tight t-shirt she’s wearing. “Thank you, Mr.
Connover… I mean, Matt. Or Mr. Connover if that works for you.
But just… thank you!”

Well, hell…
the “Mr. Connover” just threw a bucket of cold water on
my cock and made me cranky. “It’s just Matt, okay? God
knows I know you well enough for us to be on a first-name basis.”

Mac’s eyes go
wide since I’m blatantly mentioning our intimate time
together—even after I specifically told her that we needed to
forget it.

I stand from the
chair and head to the door, changing the subject quickly. “Have
you hired an accident reconstructionist on the speed issue in the
Jackson
case?”

“No. I wasn’t
sure where to start with that.”

Glancing at my
watch, I decide I can give her a few more minutes. I walk back and
stand near her desk. “I have to get back to work but show me
the accident report really quick, and I’ll direct you where to
go.”

Mac scrambles up
from her chair and rounds her desk. She needs to scoot in between her
desk and me to get to the bookcase that houses several binders. She
murmurs ‘excuse me’ as she tries to slide by me, but her
butt grazes up against my crotch. It’s hardly a touch at all…
almost as light as a breeze, but I fucking feel it straight through
to my toes, causing me to hiss under my breath.

Mac quickly steps
away and spins around to look at me with fearful eyes. “I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

The apology is way
too late because lust courses through my bloodstream, causing my cock
to swell and my anger to rise that I react so quickly to just the
tiniest of touches. My eyes close tight, and my hands curl into
fists. My heart is racing and although I know she didn’t mean
to do it, it enraged me all the same.

I open my eyes
slowly and fuck… she looks turned on and scared all at the
same time.

No power over my
legs as they move one step closer to her. My voice is almost
unrecognizable and comes out in a snarl. “I thought I could
work in close proximity to you and be able to keep my hands to
myself. Guess I was fucking lying to myself.”

I wait to see if she
bolts or at the very least talks some rational sense into me. She
swallows hard and says, “I think—”

Nope. That sounds
way too much like some rational words are getting ready to come out
of that beautiful mouth. I cut her off by lunging at her, running one
arm across the shit on her desk and sending it crashing to the floor,
the other arm hooking around her waist. I briefly consider that
someone else may be in the office, hear the noise, and come to
investigate.

I couldn’t
give a fuck at this point.

I bend her backward
over her desk and say, “Don’t say a fucking word,
McKayla. Just don’t.”

Taking her face in
my hands, I kiss her. I can’t go slowly. I can’t give her
sweet. I can only give her hard and molten right now, but she eats it
up. The kiss is fucking incendiary… off the fucking charts
hot. I grind my pelvis into hers, and she moans. She palms my cock
through my jeans, and I groan. I reciprocate by squeezing her breast.

All great, but not
enough. It will only be enough if I can fuck her, but a moment of
doubt sizzles through me. This is wrong on so many levels.

Pulling away from
her lips, I curse, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Her eyes are wide,
unsure… still filled with desire. She’s not making it
easy on me to do the right thing.

“We don’t
have to—” she says, but my growl has her snapping her
mouth shut. She was getting ready to bring reason into the mix again,
and even though my conscience is telling me to listen up, it was
apparently my dick that issued the growl that has her shutting up.

Um… yeah,
okay. I’m going to listen to my dick.

Now, how do I want
her?

Naked first.

I stand up and
quickly take off her clothes, not taking any time to appreciate her
surprised gasp. I push her so she’s splayed out across her
desk. Her raven hair is fanned out and her green eyes sparkling. Her
skin is so soft and I want to start there, but I really don’t
have time. We’re in my law firm… my place of business. I
need to get this done fast… get her out of my system really,
and then be done with it.

My brain tells me to
just pull my dick out and slam it home.

But my mouth waters
with the thought of sinking my tongue into her first. Yeah…
time is short, but there’s still enough to get her off.
Remembering her cries of pleasure last weekend are like foreplay to
me, so I’m going down.

Way down.

I pull her to the
edge of the desk and throw her legs over my shoulders. I know my way
around this part of a woman’s body—it’s my
specialty so to speak. I don’t do a sweet seduction, but use my
fingers to assuredly spread her apart and push my face into her. I’m
rewarded with a very unladylike grunt from Mac.

God, she smells so
good. Tastes so good. I’m absolutely drowning in her, yet I
don’t ever want to come up for air. I give her the Matt
Connover Special and hit her hard and fast. Not because I’m in
rush to get my rocks off, but because I need to her hear cry out in
pleasure again. I need to compare it to the other night, and make
sure she’s still on board with me here. That she’s fully
in.

Every once in a
while, I pull my mouth away and say something extremely filthy to
her.

I could suck on
you all night.

I want you to
come hard for me, baby.

Fuck, you taste
divine.

She responds by
moaning, then grabbing my hair and pushing my face harder into her
pussy as she grinds it against me.

I didn’t look
at my watch when I started, but I doubt it takes me two minutes and
then her entire body is quaking hard as she starts to come. Her legs
clamp around my head so tight that my ears are ringing, but I keep my
tongue going until I can wrench out every bit of pleasure possible.