N. Walters - A Legal Affair

The second relationship was one that had developed between her and a local man when she’d returned home to start her own law practice. She’d been older, and she’d hoped, wiser.

Darren had been the real estate agent who’d shown her the house she eventually purchased. They’d dated exclusively for months. The entire town had expected them to marry. Deep down, so had she. When he’d announced he was moving away to “find himself” she’d been devastated.

The whole town had looked at her with pity for months after, whispering behind their hands whenever she walked into a public place. It had taken her quite some time to overcome that humiliation and put the entire incident behind her. It was hard to believe that was ten years ago. Where had the time gone?

She’d always wanted a family of her own, but at thirty-seven, it looked as if that dream would elude her. She had her own business, a job she enjoyed, good friends, her own home and her family close by. That was a lot more than some folks had. “How about you? You ever tie the knot?”

Gill shook his head. “Nope. Lived with a woman once, but it didn’t last. Long hours of work and job stress killed it. I heard she eventually married a banker.”

“Seems like neither of us has been lucky in love.”

“Maybe the time just hasn’t been right.” His voice was low, rough.

“Maybe.” She managed to get the word out though her mouth had gone dry.

“Alicia.” His arm tightened around her and his hand curved around her hipbone. “I want you.” His fingers hovered just above her pubic bone. “But only if you’re sure.”

The time of decision was upon her and she wasn’t ready. He hadn’t told her what his plans for the future were yet. But she wasn’t sure that mattered any longer. She wanted him. Wanted to explore what was between them for as long as he was here.

She was old enough and experienced enough to know there was the potential of something special between them. She could feel it. The only question that remained was if she was bold enough and brave enough to take the chance to explore it.

And what happens if someone finds out ? the prudent part of her brain asked. She’d do what she’d always done. She’d deal with it. She’d been sensible her whole life, never making waves. This was something she wanted for herself. She wasn’t old, but she wasn’t getting any younger either. Opportunities like this, and a man like Gill, didn’t come along every day. Not in a town the size of Jamesville.

“Yes.”

His entire body tensed as he stared up at her. “Are you certain?”

She smiled at him then. “No, I’m not certain. This could be a mistake. For both of us.

But what I do know is that I’ll always have regrets if I don’t.”

“Alicia,” he began.

She placed her fingers over his lips. “No. The time for talking is done.” Taking the lead, she cupped his face in her hands, tilting it up as she leaned down. She brushed his lips with hers. They tasted tangy, like the sauce on the ribs. But underlying it was the taste of Gill, hot and male. It was the best thing she’d ever tasted in her life and she wanted more.

Gill slid his hand beneath her cardigan, letting his fingers trace the long line of her spine before sliding around to the front to cup her breasts and give them a squeeze. Alicia had a moment to regret removing the sexy green bra and replacing it with white cotton before his hands slid away.

Holding her waist, he shoved his chair back and guided her until she was standing in front of him. He pulled her forward so that she straddled his lap. Her mound came in contact with his erection and she moaned, rubbing herself against him.

His laugh was tinged with masculine satisfaction as he began to unbutton her sweater. It was open to her waist before she knew it. Gill traced his finger around the outline of her nipples, one at a time. The cotton was smooth and thin, but it was still a barrier between them.

“Take off my bra.”

He tweaked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, making her jump. Leaning forward, he captured the cotton-covered nub in his mouth and sucked. Alicia shoved her fingers through his hair, anchoring him to her. He pressed his tongue against the tip, teasing it through the fabric.

She arched her hips, pressing her mound against his shaft. Even through their clothing, she could feel the heat brewing between them. Her panties were wet now and cream slid from her core.

“Gill,” she groaned as she began to tug on his shirt, dragging its tail from the waistband of his jeans.

He reared back, breathing hard. His eyes were like the ocean before a storm, so dark, roiling with unspoken emotions. Grabbing a handful of his shirt, he yanked it over his head. Several buttons didn’t survive the assault and pinged off the wall before falling to the floor.

The light sprinkling of hair in the center of his chest only served to accentuate his masculinity. Not that he needed it. His abs were rock-hard. A thin line of hair bisected them and disappeared inside the waistband of his jeans.

Gill slid her sweater down her arms, and she helped him pull it away. He slid his fingers over the edge of her bra. “You look amazing. Silk, satin or cotton. It doesn’t matter.” There was no mistaking the admiration in his voice as he unhooked the front closure and pushed the skimpy covering away.

Her breasts were about average in size, but they were firm and high. Alicia sucked in a breath when he cupped them in his large hands.

“Remember what I said earlier?” His thumb grazed over her nipple, sending a bolt of desire down to her core.

“Yes,” she hissed. Oh lord, did she remember. She could picture herself bent over the table with him standing behind her, thrusting over and over again.

“If you want to stop, say so now.” He trailed a finger down the center of her stomach, dipping into her belly button before reaching the button of her jeans.

Her skin felt incredibly sensitive, each stroke of his finger a sensual delight. Leaning inward, she rubbed her breasts against his chest. She liked the sensation so much she did it again.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he half laughed, half groaned.

“Oh, yes.” She practically whimpered with relief when he opened the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper. The rasping sound made her groan. His fingers followed the path of the zipper, pushed past the band of her panties and found her core, hot and moist.

“You’re so wet.” She could hear the wonder and anticipation in his voice.

“You’re so hard,” she countered. Getting busy, she opened his jeans and pushed his boxers out of the way. His cock sprang free and she wrapped her hand around it.

Gill groaned when she squeezed. She loved this part of him. The skin of his shaft was almost hot to the touch, soft, yet hard, at the same time. The blue veins were pulsing heavily, an indication of his desire. The bulbous head was wet and she rubbed her thumb across it, spreading the moisture over the top. As she did so, more pearly fluid seeped from the slit.

He retaliated by working two thick fingers into her. Her inner muscles protested at first and then relaxed around him. She squirmed, trying to get him deeper. He hooked his fingers upward as he dragged them back to her opening, hitting her sweet spot.

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.