N. Walters - A Legal Affair

Her entire body clenched as she cried out.

Gill swore and surged to his feet, taking her with him. Alicia hit the table, struggling for balance as he yanked her jeans down around her knees. He turned her so she was facing away from him.

“Lean forward and support yourself on your hands.”

Naked from the knees up, she did just that. She had to shove his plate out of her way.

It hit his glass, toppling it. Water spilled everywhere.

“Hurry.” She bent over, pushing her behind toward him. She heard the rip of a foil packet and then his hands were on her, spreading her ass cheeks wide as the tip of his shaft probed for entry.

“Spread your legs.”

With her jeans around her knees, she didn’t have much mobility, but she pushed them as far apart as she was able. Gill penetrated her, pressing inward, slowly but steadily. Because of the tight angle, he seemed even bigger. If she hadn’t already been so turned on, it would have been a lot harder, if not impossible for her to take him this way.

“Okay?” His voice sounded deeper than usual. Rougher.

“Yes,” She flattened her palms against the table, sucking in a breath as he shifted back, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back inside her again. “So good.”

His pace picked up slowly, gradually getting faster and faster. She met him stroke for stroke, pushing her behind toward him as he stroked forward. The slap of their skin seemed loud in the otherwise quiet room. The refrigerator hummed and the heater cut on.

The sounds of their soft moans almost drowned out the mundane noises.

“So tight.” His voice shook and his hands gripped her hips, holding her in place. He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts with each stroke, thrusting harder and faster.

The table shook. Cutlery clanked, falling off plates and skidding across the table.

The box of rice went over the side and onto the floor. Still, Alicia held on.

Gill wrapped one arm around her, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple. His other hand slid between her thighs to lightly brush her clit. Alicia came undone.

Tipping her head back, she cried out. Her body shook uncontrollably. Her pussy clenched tight, squeezing him. He yelled as he came, his pelvis grinding into her behind.

His fingers continued to stroke her, prolonging her orgasm. Pleasure flooded her veins, followed by a sensation of well-being as she rode out the storm in his arms.

Her hand skidded and she slipped. Gill barely managed to catch her, almost coming down on top of her. Alicia cried out, then started to giggle. She could only imagine what they looked like, both of them almost naked, going headfirst into the remains of their Chinese food.

Gill’s chest was quivering, the vibrations of his barely contained laughter seeping into her back. He pulled her upright and carefully slid from her. Her laugh turned into a groan before turning back to a laugh again. She couldn’t help herself. A sense of happiness settled over her. Gill had given her that.

Alicia felt the tug on her jeans and realized that while she was laughing like a loon, Gill had hitched up his jeans and was now trying to do the same for her. She took over the chore, leaning on the edge of the table for support.

Giving her a lopsided grin, he grabbed a couple of paper napkins from the table and disposed of the condom, quickly dropping it in the garbage before fastening his jeans.

His expression was lighter than she’d seen before. Not as serious. She realized she was grinning too, not at all like her usual staid self. Shaking her head, she surveyed the table. It was a mess, half the food was on the floor, but she didn’t care. She felt young and carefree and full of life.

Gill grabbed her, planting a hard kiss on her lips, while sneaking in for a quick squeeze of her breast. “Let’s clean up this mess and continue in the bedroom.”

“Best idea I’ve heard all day.”

It was strange to wake up with a man in her bed, his strong arm draped over her, his hand resting on her belly. Cozy. That’s the word she was searching for. It was cozy and warm and she didn’t want to move. Only the fact that she had to work today, had appointments she couldn’t change, made her grope for the side of the bed.

Gill wrapped his arm around her, pulling her back toward him. Neither of them spoke as he grabbed a condom and sheathed himself before slipping easily inside her.

Alicia was sore from the night before, but didn’t want to stop. He rocked them gently, their bodies undulating to a slow, but steady rhythm. Unlike their lovemaking from the night before, which had been intense and passionate, this was slow and sensual, but no less mind-shattering.

Her breath hitched and she sighed as her nipples tightened. Alicia felt no rush, no sense of impatience. She simply rode the soft waves of pleasure until her orgasm washed over her.

Gill tightened his arm around her, emitting a soft groan as he came. Alicia snuggled closer, content to just lie in his arms until the alarm went off on her radio, reminding her that she had to work.

She managed to crawl out of bed and drag herself into the shower, and was almost finished when Gill joined her.

“Good morning,” he rumbled, dropping a quick kiss on her mouth before he grabbed the soap and began to wash.

She tasted barely suppressed passion on his lips, but knew she was too sore for them to make love again. Plus, it was a bit disconcerting to be sharing a shower with him. It was a new experience for her, but one she thought she could get used to.

She finished rinsing her hair and stepped out of the shower, leaving him standing beneath the hot spray. She quickly blew her hair dry, applied her makeup and dressed, choosing a burgundy suit out of the closet this morning. The pants were wool and warm, and she wore a cream-colored turtleneck beneath the jacket. It wasn’t much, she acknowledged ruefully, but it was her professional armor.

Her normal staid self disappeared whenever Gill was around, leaving a carefree woman in her place. It left her feeling uncomfortable and slightly vulnerable, and she’d need all her confidence this morning. They had to talk before either of them left the house.

Alicia still could barely wrap her head around the fact that Gill had made love to her two more times after they’d cleaned up the mess and made it to her bed last evening. She smiled and shook her head.

As she made her way to the kitchen, she wondered what she was going to feed Gill for breakfast. Removing her jacket, she tossed it over the back of a chair before pushing up the sleeves of her sweater.

Coffee was the first order of the day. Grabbing the carafe, she filled it with water and poured it into the coffeemaker. She spooned coffee into the paper filter before flicking on the switch. The machine began to gurgle almost immediately.

Satisfied, she opened the refrigerator door and rummaged around, pulling out some vegetables. She dug out the chopping board, and then began to dice fresh green bell peppers and mushrooms for an omelet. As she worked, she could hear Gill in the bedroom getting dressed.

The knife she was using to chop vegetables came to rest against the cutting board as she stared out the window.

No doubt about it, Gill Baron was great for her sex drive. She’d had no idea that sex could be so intense or so fun until she’d met him. All her other relationships paled in comparison.

That was what scared her the most. Gill could hurt her. Not physically. Never that.

But emotionally was a whole other story. Oh, he wouldn’t mean to, but it was inevitable.

The fact that she’d slept with him last night proved that she was already emotionally involved with him. And that wasn’t good.

Gill wasn’t here permanently. He was just passing through, and whenever he was ready, he’d leave. In the meantime, Alicia had not only her heart to worry about, but also her reputation. It might seem foolish to someone from a big city, but the success of her business not only depended on her skill as a lawyer, but in keeping her reputation spotless as well. This was a conservative town where a lot of folks still weren’t comfortable with a female lawyer.

Whatever the reality of the situation, the underlying truth was she wanted to be with him, wanted to spend whatever time they could together, for however long he was in Jamesville. What a tangled state of affairs.

She sighed, watching a lone robin settle in the tree branches. Snow clung to the bark, but the little bird didn’t seem to mind as it pecked at the seeds in the birdfeeder.

Sometimes she wished she were like that little bird—free. But reality waited just outside the door and she couldn’t stay tucked away inside her home forever.

Strong arms slid around her waist and she leaned back against his chest.

“You’re deep in thought this morning.” His sleep-roughened voice was deeper than usual and it sent shivers all the way to her toes. His fingers absently traced the waistband of her pants.

“I was just watching the bird.” Determined to get through this, she stepped closer to the counter and began to chop the rest of the mushrooms.

Gill sighed and dropped a kiss on the top of her head before stepping away.

“Anything I can do to help?”

“You can pour the coffee if you’d like.” The pot she’d started had finished brewing.

She hadn’t slept much last night and was going to need the caffeine boost to get through the day. She tried not to think about why she’d hadn’t slept, but heated memories slipped into her brain, teasing her.

Gill opened the cupboard door and took down two mugs. The fact that he knew where to find them was almost startling. But he’d helped her with the dishes last night, drying them all and stacking them away while she’d mopped the remains of their dinner from the floor.

She broke eggs into a bowl and beat them as he poured coffee. He looked so strong, so masculine as he went about the mundane chore. His shirtsleeves were turned back several times, revealing his muscular forearms. His hair was still damp from the shower and a lone lock fell against his forehead.

He looked right at home in her kitchen, as if he belonged here. Alicia dumped the vegetables into the egg mixture, added some milk, and a dash of salt and pepper before stirring vigorously.

Gill took a sip of his coffee and she watched the thick column of his neck as he swallowed. Her inner muscles clenched. Boy, she had it bad if watching him drink coffee could turn her on.

“You want sugar or milk in yours?” He laid his mug aside and reached for the other one.

She nodded. “One sugar, please.” God, how awkward did she sound? She could feel the tension mounting inside her.

Still, Gill acted as if nothing was wrong. He added some sugar and stirred before handing her the mug of steaming coffee. She took it gingerly, making sure their fingers didn’t touch. Just having him this close to her was already making her sweat.

“Do you want me to make the toast?”

“Sure. That would be great.” Gulping a mouthful of coffee, Alicia almost choked on it. She coughed as Gill thumped her on the back several times. She held up her hands.

“I’m okay,” she managed to get out between coughs.

Totally mortified, Alicia turned back to the stove and began to cook the omelet. She poured the entire mixture in a large skillet and let it bubble and sizzle. When the edges were brown, she flipped it. Gill worked quietly in the background. She heard the pop of the toaster, the scrape of the knife across the bread as he buttered it, and the clink of glass as he put the plates on the table.

By the time she cut the omelet in half and scooped it up onto their plates, she had herself under control again. She had no idea why she was so nervous around Gill. No, that wasn’t quite true. He made her nervous because he knew her better than anyone else did in this town. He’d seen past the competent, business-like façade to the diehard romantic beneath.

She placed the pan back on the stove before sliding into her chair. Gill had everything else already there, including her mug of coffee and a small glass of orange juice.

“Thanks for breakfast. This is great.” Gill cut a piece of the omelet and popped it in his mouth.

“You’re welcome.” She busied herself with her own meal, making herself eat. She was sure it tasted good, but it felt like sawdust in her mouth.