Page 34 of The Meeting
“It’s okay.” She hugged her arms around herself and then nodded a head toward the door. “Maybe I should go.”
He nodded, looking disappointed himself. “Sure. If that’s what you want.”
She hesitated for a minute. It wasn’t what she wanted, but she wasn’t sure she should tell him that. She pulled her lip between her teeth and then stepped toward the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked.
“Of course.”
He pulled open the door to let her out. She took all of one step before he linked an arm around her waist and hauled her back inside. He closed the door and immediately pressed his lips against hers. Her senses went into overdrive. The kiss was intoxicating. She moaned against his mouth and pressed her body into him, trying to get closer. Her hands fisted in his shirt.
His fingers hooked beneath her butt and hauled her up to him, where she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked toward his couch and gently laid her down before pulling back, breathless.
“I should stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
His lips met hers again. After grabbing the bottom hem of her dress, he yanked it up, exposing the small yellow bikini she wore beneath it. He groaned.
“God, you’re sexy.”
She smiled and ran her fingers along the taut skin beneath his t-shirt. She wanted to moan at the touch but refrained. Instead, she traced his abs with her fingers. “I think I should be saying that to you.”
The feel of his muscles only made her want more, so she pulled his shirt over his head. He looked so damn good in his board shorts earlier, but all she wanted to do was yank them off him.
“I loved having you on my shoulders earlier. Your legs felt so good around me.”
She moaned against his mouth. “Even though I shoved my crotch in your face?” She giggled.
“I especially loved that,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips before trailing down her neck.
She stretched her neck, giving him more access.
He moved to straddle her, his knees on either side of her hips. He pulled her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled. She moaned and her hands wandered down to his waist before settling on the bulge in his pants. Her eyes widened. He was larger than she expected. Much larger than anything she had ever had before. She eagerly tugged at the ties holding his shorts up and tugged them down his waist until she was palming his impressive length.
She moaned at the touch, but he acted as if he had been burned. He pulled back off her quickly, sliding off the couch, and pulling his shorts back up onto his hips. He tied them and ran a hand through his hair before scrubbing it down over his face.
“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
She continued to lie where she was, confusion crossing her face.
He took a deep breath. “We can’t since I’m your lawyer. I shouldn’t have started it. I’m so sorry.”
She knew he couldn’t. They had already had the discussion, but somehow it felt like a rejection. She pulled her dress back down to cover her bikini and sat up on the couch.
“I see.”
He reached for her, but then pulled back. “I’m sorry.”
She shrugged, although she felt anything but nonchalant over the situation. Rejection filled her stomach, making her feel sick. She needed to leave. It would be better later.
She stood up and walked to the door, but turned around before opening it.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal.”
His eyebrows knit together, but she didn’t wait for a response before she walked out and yanked the door shut behind her.
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