Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) (8 page)

The DA... Joan. "Your little fuck toy."

"What?"

"You and Joan... if you lose this case, you lose
her."

"I already...." He stopped in his tracks and
stared straight into me. Something sparked in his eyes.

"In her office earlier, she turned her back to you."
He has no control in their relationship, and he doesn't like it.

"She's a busy woman, and—"

"And she can't give you all the attention you
need."

Alex shrugged.

"I can. You
know
I can." I shouldn't have
gloated, but
my God!
Holding something over him made my panties wet.

"But you won't. Have you fucked that nice boyfriend
yet? Did he like screwing your popular pussy?"

"Yes, he did."

His eyes widened. Telling him the truth made my nipples
hard.

"Does he know you still want me?"

Most of the truth, anyway. "He knows you want me."

"I'm with Joan."

Damn it! I'm single and he isn't!
"How's that
working for you?"

He slammed his hand down on the table, scattering documents
and making my laptop jump.

"Need to get laid?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"As a matter of fact...."
Holy shit.
I'd be
the other woman. As the unfaithful girlfriend, guilt had held me trapped in its
unrelenting grip, but illicit sex from the other side of the bed offered me incredible
power. I would hold the key to Alex's downfall. I could expose him without
fucking him, but getting into his pants would make it a lot more satisfying.

Why do I still feel the need to punish him?

Alex took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie.
"Can you say no and mean it?"

I don't have to, but....
"What if I do?" I
packed up my laptop and grabbed my purse. "I think I'll work from my hotel
room this afternoon."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No." I laughed and walked out the door. The elevator
doors opened as I approached so I hopped on and glanced down the empty hallway.

The afternoon sun dazzled my eyes and a cool mountain breeze
stirred my hair as I strolled down the street to my hotel. No one followed me.
I entered my room and unpacked my laptop and files, working uninterrupted until
my stomach growled. Too early for dinner, but I flipped through the take-out
menus on my desk, and then checked my phone. No missed calls, no text messages.
Weird.

I decided to end my workday and changed out of my business
clothes into comfy shorts and a t-shirt. Still too early for dinner, so I
turned the TV on and scanned the channels. A report about the McCloskey case
caught my attention. The camera showed Alex and Joan walking out of the
courthouse, looking rather pleased with themselves. It must have been old
footage because he wasn't wearing the same tie he'd had on earlier today—the
tie he'd loosened in anticipation of spreading me out on the conference room
table and fucking me like an easy
lay.

But I'd said no and walked out. I had to leave the room, or
he'd know I didn't mean it.
I still can't say no to that man.

Why the hell didn't he come after me? I flopped down in the
overstuffed chair next to my bed, draped one leg over an armrest and braced my
elbow on the other, rubbing my head.
I'm single now, damn it!
He
could've had me so easily.

Giggles bubbled up as I remembered the look on his face in
the moment I'd said no. Stunned eyes, slack jaw. My fingers drifted across my
thigh and under my shorts.
Panties wet again.
I had no idea shocking him
could be such a turn-on. My nipples tingled and strained against my shirt. I
glanced at the window and pondered closing the curtains, but the office
building across the street should've been nearly empty by this time of day. No
one would see me.

I pulled my shirt off and stroked my breasts with both
hands, tugging my nipples between my fingers. The budding ache flowed down
between my legs so I unzipped my shorts and kicked them across the room. I
closed my eyes and imagined Alex on the floor, on his knees—
where he belongs
—pulling
my panties down with his teeth.

I could've pictured any man eating my pussy: Scott, Will,
the hot guy I'd met at the paralegal conference last summer and fucked in the
convention center restroom in the middle of the day.
Wow.
Those guys all
made me wet, but Alex could make me come without even being in the room.

"Take off your clothes," I said to him.

In my mind, he stood and stripped, tossing his shirt and tie
on the bed, then slowly unbuckled his belt and let his eager cock free. Hard
and thick with ridges and ripples running the long, slightly curved length of
it. Alex naked and waiting to service me... such a thing of beauty. I licked my
lips, and let him think I was going to suck him, but no... I wanted mine first.

"On your knees."
God, I love ordering him
around!
I spread my legs over the armrests. "Lick my cunt, slave."

I licked two fingers and stroked my pussy, imaging Alex's
tongue flickering across my clit. His muffled moans sent sweet shocks
throughout my wet flesh. I stuffed my fingers inside myself, but couldn't reach
as deep as his cock, so I used my free hand to rub my clit while finger-fucking
myself. An impossible picture formed in my lust-driven brain: Alex on his
knees, driving his cock into my pussy while licking my throbbing bud. I usually
used Will or another man to fill that role, but this time I only wanted Alex. I
wanted
him
to be everything I needed.

"Fuck me."

He grunted and pounded my pussy, sucking my pulsing clit.
Flashes of heat and flickers of pleasure swarmed my thoroughly possessed cunt.
God,
if he can do this without being here....

"Harder. Yes!"

I pinched my clit and jammed my hand in as hard and far as
possible, moaning and twisting while he licked and fucked. "Oh Alex,
please." I sobbed and begged, chasing pleasure's crest, but complete
satisfaction escaped me.

"Fuck you, Alex!"

5:17. The digital clock on the nightstand mocked me. I took
a long hot shower until the lingering tremors subsided and then I retrieved my
clothes. After, I ordered a pizza and ate the whole thing while watching a
cheesy pay-per-view movie. The sun set behind the mountains, and I curled up in
bed, naked and cold and alone.

Had I driven my power trip too far?

My hand froze, but my ready erection strained to bust
through my zipper.

What the hell did she just do to me?

I waited, holding my breath, knowing she'd come back at any
moment and fuck me on the conference room table. I pictured her flushed skin
slapping the dark mahogany while I pounded the rebellion out of her.
Who put
her in charge? And why the hell am I still alone?

The phone on my desk rang and I jumped. Talia never called
my business line, so I let it go to voice mail. I grabbed my jacket and stomped
back to my office only to be yanked back as my sleeve caught on a chair.
"Fucking hell!" Seams popped as I ripped it free.

I ignored the flashing red message light and dropped into my
chair. She had to be halfway to her hotel by now.
What the hell is her room
number?
Claire and I shared access to each other's email, so I searched her
inbox for anything related to Talia, but my assistant had sorted her mail into
dozens of sub-files. That number could be anywhere. "Damn her
organizational skills."

How can I find her? C
all the hotel and claim I'd lost
her room number? No. Get off my ass and chase her down the street? No, she'd
love that. In fact....
What if that's exactly what she wants?
Make her
wait and wonder if I wanted her enough to drop everything and pursue her? Oh
yes.... My impatient dick retreated, poised for the next opportunity.

I picked up my phone and checked the message, then forwarded
it to Claire, and read through my email. Without a frantic assistant pestering
me every five fucking seconds and a tempting accountant tormenting me, I got a lot
of work done. The damn phone only rang once or twice and even my cell phone
remained silent. I checked it to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Nope.
Nobody
missed me either.

My computer monitor clicked over to five o'clock. Right on
cue, Claire walked through my door and dropped a stack of documents on my desk.
"A dozen motions written and ready to file."

"Thanks. I'll go over these tonight."

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

I blinked and looked up at her. She smiled and waited as if
her question held no double meaning. Her bangs tumbled into her eyes, and she
swept that persistent lock of hair behind her ear. The blouse she usually kept
buttoned up to her chin hung open to the top of her cleavage.
Maybe a sex
scandal wouldn't be all that bad.

I shook my head. "No. Thanks, Claire. You did a great
job today... every day."

"Thank you. Good night, Alex."

"Night." 'Good' remained to be seen. "Oh
wait."

"Hm?" She stopped at my door.

"Talia's staying at the Marriott, right?"
Keep
it casual.
"What's her room number?"

Her brow wrinkled. "I don't remember off the top of my
head. It's on the spreadsheet with the witness list. Do you want me to look it
up?"

"No, I'll find it."

"Okay. See you in the morning."

My office door clicked shut, and I counted the seconds until
I heard the suite doors open and close. "Where's that witness list?"
In
the file labeled Witness Information, dumbass.
I found the spreadsheet and
immediately spotted Talia's name on the alphabetically sorted document.
"Bless your organizational skills, Claire."

Room 455. Damn it, not on the second floor.

I decided to go home and regroup rather than charging
straight over there. Let her think I'd given up, that she was safe for the night.

She couldn't be more wrong.

An overturned semi had shut down the interstate, so I drove
the crowded city streets out to the foothills. As the traffic cleared, my head
did too, and my plans came into focus. Simple really. Find her, fuck her, never
let her go.

Never?

I pushed that thought aside and pulled into my garage. Last
night's Chinese takeout warmed nicely, so I reviewed Claire's motions while
eating. A couple of them were long-shots, but two or three would likely
convince the judge to grant a short continuance. One problem solved. Next on my
agenda: a shower.

The hot water rushed over my tired skin, soothing the day's
aches and revitalizing my body and mind.

What if I do?
And she'd laughed as she walked out.

She thinks she has something on me.

I recalled our encounter in the conference room, analyzing
everything she'd said, every expression, every lie.

Joan.
My laughter echoed off the shower walls. Talia
thought I was still sleeping with Joan, and that my boss held my leash. I'd
caught onto that right away, but she'd surprised me when she'd confessed to
sleeping with her boyfriend.
Clever move.
I had to give her that, but
whether or not she'd told me the truth was irrelevant.

She'd left me pent-up and pissed off. That was a
spur-of-the-moment decision. She wanted me, but something had given her an
edge, and she'd used it to lead me into her cruel trap.

For now.

But before I faced off with her again, I had to get rid of
the sexual tension crackling between us. I braced a hand against the wall, took
my cock in my fist, and imagined Talia in the shower with me.

Her hands slid into my hair and we kissed like horny
teenagers, nipping and sucking, playing with each other's tongues. Water poured
down over us, trickling around our tangled limbs when it couldn't find a path
between our bodies. She slipped her hand between my legs and cupped my balls,
stroking and squeezing while I nibbled on her lip. I flicked her nipple with my
thumb and she sighed into my mouth.

I reached down and grabbed her hand, guiding it up and
down my slippery cock. Our fingers linked together and we tugged and pulled,
faster, harder. "I missed you."

She laughed.

"Fucking hell." I grabbed my cock with both hands
and came all over the shower door, panting and shivering under the cooling
water. Not as satisfying as being with a real woman, but all part of the plan.

***

"What the hell are you doing here this time of night?"
Talia held her door open, glaring at me and clutching a towel to her breast.

"Morning, actually. You were expecting me
earlier?" I'd waited until after midnight to go after her. She needed to
get some sleep, especially for what I had in mind.

She muttered something nasty and stepped back to let me in.

Still half-asleep. Good.
"You sleep naked?"

She pulled the towel tight, squeezing those tempting breasts
together. "What if I do?"

Those words again! Is the little bitch trying to piss me
off?
"Convenient."

"Yeah, for you." She rubbed her hand over her face
and blinked at me. "T-shirt and jeans." Her eyes darkened and her chest
rose. "On any other guy that'd look fucking hot, but you...." The
towel slipped a bit as her grip relaxed.

"But you'd like to throw that towel across the room and
pull my shirt over my head."

She scowled and repositioned the meaningless barrier.
"Please."

Apparently she'd forgotten I could read her like a trashy
romance novel. "And tying me up with it."

She turned her back to me and strolled toward the bed.
"No, tying it over your mouth."

I followed her. "Mmm... now we're getting
somewhere."