Lovers in law (13 page)

He kissed me. His hands running up
and down my body to coax the last shreds of pleasure out of me.

“That was unbelievable,” he
said against my lips. “You are so sexy.”

When I’d come, I thought I’d used
up a lifetime’s orgasms all at once but Radford’s body knew
differently. He was hard still. Hot and hard. And I was so relieved
I’d booked the suite for the next two days.

“You’re right,” I said,
surrendering to another kiss that set my whole body tingling again.
“You do all your best work in the nude.”

Radford laughed softly close to my
ear. He shifted slightly to free my breast, his fingers pinching
the nipple taut and eager to be sucked. “That wasn’t the whole
thing though,” he warned.

“There’s more?”

He raised himself up onto one elbow
so he could see down the length of my body. Every inch of me
quivered with satisfaction, the skin flushed and with the marks of
his possession still branded across it.

“That was a preliminary hearing,”
Radford said, lowering his lips to my nipple and sucking hard. “An
enquiry to find out if there’s a case to answer.”

I caught my breath as pleasure
reignited. “I’ve a feeling I ought to plead guilty right now and go
straight to punishment.”

Radford looked up at me, that slow,
sexy smile lighting his handsome face. “Now where would be the fun
in that?” he asked.

His hand crept down towards my hot
pussy. It felt enticingly bruised and sore after being penetrated
by Radford’s thick cock. As if reading my mind, he began to gently
massage its folds, spreading sticky cum from my clit down to my
anus. I remembered his promise to fuck me there too and the hole
puckered in anticipation.

“Who knows, I might be a hostile
witness,” I said on a contented sigh. “I won’t tell the truth, the
whole truth and nothing but the truth.”

“In that case, I’ll need to call
the police back here to arrest you.”

“If you do, I won’t come
quietly.”

He laughed. “I know. I’ve already
worked out you’re a screamer.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No it’s not,” he said, slipping a
finger inside me. “It’s a very, very sexy thing indeed.”

And then he kissed me again, ready
to prove it beyond all reasonable doubt.

I’m not a man given to exaggeration
but, lying in bed next to Allie Lawless, I thought I might have
discovered the most incredible woman that ever walked this
earth.

Looking at her, with her glossy,
dark hair spread out across the pillow and those soft, pink lips
that could reduce me to a quivering mass of weak flesh and bone, I
knew she was certainly the most beautiful.

So often, I’ve picked up women in
bars – gorgeous women who’ve made me hard with just one smile – but
next morning I’ve been left disappointed and desperate to get away.
Once the sexy dresses, lacy underwear and cosmetics are stripped
off, what remains is far less exciting.

A bit like unwrapping a beautifully
packaged gift only to find it contains a pair of socks.

But Allie wasn’t like that. She
sighed softly in her sleep, her face scrubbed clean of make-up, her
naked body stretched out contentedly under the sheet, totally
devoid of anything artificial.

And yet she was still achingly
beautiful.

I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to
get dressed and run away from her in disappointment.

In fact, I couldn’t imagine ever
wanting to get dressed. Full stop.

As if hearing me thinking about
her, she opened her eyes, taking a second to remember where she was
and then seeing me. She smiled – that soft, sweet, come-hither
smile of hers – and, despite my hard-nosed lawyer reputation, I was
a lost man.

“Good morning,” she purred,
stretching lazily and throwing one of those endless legs across my
hips.

“Actually, it’s three in the
afternoon,” I said, allowing her to pull me closer. “We’ve been
asleep for hours.”

She began kissing the length of my
arm, from wrist to shoulder, taking playful bites out of my collar
bone before burying her face against my neck.

“If I remember rightly, we had a
very busy night,” she said, nibbling my ear. “We were both
incredibly tired.”

She was right. The sex had been
mind-blowing. The best I’d ever had.

From the moment we’d locked the
door of the suite behind us, we’d been all over each other. Our
mouths and hands unable to satisfy themselves, wanting everything,
all at once.

Allie had been unbelievable.

Insatiable, demanding, aggressive
and yet tender. Making me feel strong and powerful, and convincing
me I was a god between her legs.

Most of my one night stands ended
up in my bed for one reason and one reason only – my satisfaction –
and I put my own pleasure way ahead of theirs.

But with Allie, I think I could
have been satisfied just watching her come, over and over
again.

She was shameless about using my
body to satisfy her own desires, greedy for my touch and ravenous
for my cock.

And yet she was generous in giving
herself to me. She knew instinctively where I wanted to be touched;
watched my face to see what I liked and what I loved; and gave me
the most glorious, filthy, horny blow job I’ve ever had.

Other women were like fast food,
compared to Allie. One quick taste and then hungry for something
else a couple of hours later. But Allie was a flavour to be
appreciated slowly. She tantalised and teased me, ensuring I’d
never get enough of her and was always left wanting more of the
same.

“You look thoughtful,” she said,
pulling the blankets up close around us and snuggling in against my
chest.

I pulled her in tighter and
wished we could stay in bed for the next week. She felt so good in
my arms – rounded and soft and with a body that fitted the ridges
and folds of mine so perfectly.

“I was thinking how good you
taste,” I said. “And how hungry I am.”

“So am I,” she said, sitting up at
the thought of food. “Let’s order pasta.”

Technically, it was our breakfast
time and I laughed. “Why pasta?”

“Firstly, because…” She leaned down
and kissed me, her tongue coaxing its way between my lips and I
surrendered to her willingly. “…we ordered pasta in the wine bar
before you kissed me in the doorway. I liked the way it tasted on
your lips. It helped convince me that I needed to sleep with
you.”

It was a stupid reason but I didn’t
care. “And secondly?” I prompted stroking that peachy arse of
hers.

The vivid memory of tumultuous anal
sex in the bath made my cock stand to attention. After getting so
hot and sweaty in bed, we’d ended up in the huge bath together,
where we’d soaped and oiled one another until we were both slippery
and ready for sex again.

To my delight, Allie had turned
that softly rounded arse toward me, handed me the bottle of oil and
told me to help myself.

I hadn’t needed any persuading.

I’d oiled my cock and eased myself
into her slowly, ever so slowly. Her pussy had been tight but
watching my shaft disappear between those peachy cheeks had been my
biggest turn on ever.

I’m telling you, Allie Lawless had
it all. Beautiful, intelligent and sexy. Not to mention
breathtakingly creative and erotically adventurous between the
sheets.

This was a woman I could fall for –
seriously fall for – and I dreaded the moment we’d have to put our
clothes back on and face the outside world.

Allie straddled my hips and
took my cock in her hand. The soft, damp folds of her pussy rested
against the base as she moved her hand up and down, her long red
fingernails looking so sexy against my black pubes.

“I’m also ordering pasta because I
can eat it one handed and don’t have to let go of your beautiful
cock for a minute,” she said.

My laugh caught in my throat as she
lifted up and lowered herself down onto me, engulfing my cock in
her hot, pulsing pussy and making me forget completely about food.
I reached for her but she grabbed my wrists and held them down on
my chest.

“I didn’t give you permission to
touch,” she said, a night’s practice telling her exactly how she
needed to move to make me come.

And before you ask, I’m an
equal opportunities employer in bed. I’ve never had a problem with
strong, dominant women making the moves on my body. Every man needs
a bit of punishment and control now and then, particularly when
it’s being meted out by the hottest woman I’d met in a
decade.

I came breathlessly, calling her
name, her pussy silky smooth around my throbbing cock as she
orgasmed. She collapsed forward onto my chest, laughing throatily
as if it was the best fun she’d ever had. Any woman who can make me
come that hard and then have me laughing a second later, had to be
someone special.

“We seem to have missed out a
few steps in this dating thing,” I said when I caught my breath,
pulling the sheets up around her so she wouldn’t get cold. “I don’t
really know a thing about you.”

She downed the remnants of a glass
of champagne and kissed me so I could taste it on her lips. “Okay.
So what do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

She thought hard for a moment. “I
have two older brothers – one’s a psychologist and the other works
in the City,” she began. “I was captain of my school netball
team…”

“I bet you looked great in a gym
kit.”

“Don’t interrupt the
witness.” She scowled and pretended to look fierce but it only made
me laugh more. “When I was eleven, I broke my arm falling off my
pony and I speak French and Italian fluently.”

“Although you can’t say no in
either language apparently.”

“Well I don’t hear you
complaining.” She propped herself up on one elbow and let the other
hand trail across my chest, her fingertips learning its contours as
well as driving me crazy. It hadn’t taken a clever woman like Allie
long to work out how and where I loved to be touched. “Your turn,”
she said. “Dish the dirt.”

I took a deep breath. “My favourite
dessert is tiramisu, preferably licked from the navel of a
beautiful woman. But I’m allergic to oysters.”

“Shame. They’re an
aphrodisiac.”

“Do you really think I need the
help?” Whatever my shortcomings, a lack of sex drive wasn’t one of
them. “When I was ten, I had my appendix out.”

This sent Allie scurrying down the
bed to check for the scar. When she found it hidden amongst my
pubic hair, she kissed it better and then let her mouth roam along
the inside of my thighs.

“Go on,” she said, nibbling the
skin of my balls while I tried to concentrate.

“I love to ski but I’m
useless at snooker. I’m just too impatient. I have three sisters –
two older, one younger – and they’ve always spoiled me rotten.” It
was a well-used line but she fell for it all the same.

“Do they know what a naughty boy
you are?”

“I doubt it. But even you haven’t
seen my really bad side yet.”

“Then I’m looking forward to it.”
Her tongue licked up the centre of my exhausted cock and all the
way across my chest to my shoulder. “Why do you pretend to be so
terrifying?” she asked. “Everyone warned me off you.”

“Because I’m a perfectionist.” I’d
always been harder on myself than anyone. “When I was in pupilage,
my pupilmaster was a bear of a man but it taught me to do
everything right first time. I expect the same from everyone I work
with.”

“I hope I haven’t disappointed you
so far.”

The last few hours had been the
most exciting I’d ever spent in bed with a woman. My only
disappointment was that we had to vacate the room on Sunday
evening.

“You’re okay,” I said, feigning
indifference and earning myself a sharp slap across my buttocks. I
made a mental note to insult her more often.

I stretched out my arm and
Allie lay her head on my shoulder so she could curl up against me.
It felt as though a missing piece of me had been restored and that
I’d been waiting a long time for a woman like Allie to make me
whole.

I tutted at myself. A few hours of
mind-blowing sex had turned me into a hopeless romantic.

“Where do we go from here?” I asked
suddenly, not realising I’d spoken until I heard the words out
loud. “Do you want to see me again?”

The trembling against my
chest told me Allie was laughing. “I’m the woman. That’s supposed
to be my line,” she said. She pretended to give the idea a great
deal of thought. “But let me see. Do I want a second date with a
man who is film-star gorgeous; has a body that would make a nun
turn to sin; kisses like no one else I’ve ever met; defended my
honour and got himself arrested; has the hugest, most beautiful
cock I’ve ever seen and has spent the last few hours visiting
mind-blowing orgasms on my eager body? I don’t know, Radford.
That’s a tough question. What would you do?”

It was my turn to laugh at myself.
“Okay. I see your point.”

“The real issue is, do we tell
other people?” Allie asked. “Can we keep this quiet until the end
of the case?”

“I don’t see why not. Everyone will
find out about my arrest. And they might jump to conclusions. But
no one need know there’s anything more going on.”

“I quite like the idea of
being your dirty, little secret.”

So did I to tell you the
truth. I’m not proud to admit that I’ve had affairs with a couple
of married women and there’s nothing like a bit of clandestine sex
to ramp up the excitement levels.

Not that Allie needed to try any
harder to keep me interested.

“There’s no point in
antagonising Daniel Greene though,” I said. “We need to be discreet
for the next couple of months. Even though it’ll be impossible to
keep my hands off you.”