Текст книги "Tempted"
Автор книги: Claire Adams
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Every nerve on fire, every fiber of my being awakened to his touch.
My feet planted on either side of him, pushed my body up away from the sheets, and he adjusted to keep contact working me into such a frenzy. I could no longer hold back. He licked and massaged until my body shuddered, convulsing against him. He slowed his pace when I collapsed back on the bed. I felt like I was flying, floating on a cloud.
He kissed along the curve between my legs and my torso, tracing his fingers alongside my sides.
"Come here?" I whispered. "I want to know what I taste like."
He lifted up until his face came inches away from mine. With my hands on either side of his face, I gently brought my lips to the corner of his mouth, tasting the remnants of my release.
His breathing was deep and needy, just as mine had been a moment ago. He let me kiss him and lick his face like a cat, and I wrapped my legs around him.
At last he pulled himself forward and slid his cock inside me filling me up to the hilt. He shuddered as he moved his hips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and buried my face against his chest, clinging to him as he rolled me over on top of him.
When I leaned up he looked me over, his eyes taking in every inch of my skin. I noticed his bottom lip tucked under his teeth though his hands rested gently against my thighs.
I circled my hips, rocking back to let him in deeper inside myself as my eyes remained locked on his. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wanted nothing more than this. All of the troubles of the day slipped into oblivion.
I steadied my rhythm, sensing his need growing, relishing in his pleasure, etched on his face, eyes closed, head pressed back, and breath ragged and uneven.
I pulled my body forward and kissed his mouth deep and purposeful. With that kiss I felt his body give in, he shuddered and clutched at the skin of my back, raking his fingers across my flesh. Beneath my palms I felt the goose bumps erupt as he released. He held onto the kiss, not letting my lips escape his until he had finished completely. Then his hands found their way into my tangled hair.
He smiled at me with a sheepish grin.
"Does this mean you forgive me?" he asked.
I laughed and laid my head upon his chest.
"No, it doesn't,” I said. "But I will one day."
He pulled me closer, his arm around my shoulders. I nestled into him wondering if I had ever felt more satisfied or complete than I had in that moment. We had walked through the fire together and now I felt as if we could survive anything.
Epilogue:
Six Months later
The building loomed in front of me, a tall red brick structure with a large door leading into the offices within. The historical detailing had made it eligible for remodeling according to historical accuracy. I glanced at the large lion heads that adorned the entryway. I didn’t know if I wanted to step through the doors yet, but I knew that I couldn’t put it off any longer.
I smoothed the fabric of my suit jacket, and took a tentative step onto the first concrete step. My high heeled shoes made a hollow sound each time it came down on the surface echoing against the brick walls of the edifice. With nervous fingers I smoothed back my hair, checking myself over in the reflection of the glass door before pushing though into the hallway.
The renovations had opened the area to new businesses, several of which had taken advantage of the property and opened locations within the hallway.
I saw a salon to my right brightly lit with pink lettering and an expanse of empty chairs waiting for beauticians to rent them out. On the other side a small Italian eatery was in the process of preparing for their grand opening later in the week.
We would have to try it, I thought to myself.
Inside the gated entrance I could see the owners, an attractive older couple, scurrying about placing last minute details to the decorations. Further down the hall I saw the doors into a small suite, a satellite office of a dentist. The gold lettering reflected the light of the morning sun through the glass door on the other side of the hallway.
I looked around me, wondering what kind of business had been here before, a bank I believed is what I had heard when we looked at the real estate.
I glanced at the time on my phone and turned down the right hall. Finally I found it. I walked up to the glass double doors and examined the lobby within. I couldn’t bring myself to touch the metal bars that would open the doors. I simply stood for a moment taking in the image of the doors.
A few minutes later I hear another set of footsteps approaching from the same direction which I had come.
“It's quite a sight, isn't it?” Aiden's said as he stepped next to me.
He stopped and looked at the doors much in the same manner that I had been.
“Do you think it's too soon?” I asked.
“Whether it is or not,” he said. “What's done is done. This is our office now.”
He stepped forward, pulled out the key and unlocked the doors. I waited for him to step inside before I also entered. He held the door open for me as I placed my shoes carefully upon the plush sea colored carpet. I turned to face him.
“Congratulations,” I said in a trembling voice. “The Law Offices of Agnes Klein are now open for business.”
“It still has that new office smell,” he said as he inhaled deeply.
The lobby of our small agency had a desk with a computer. Behind it two doors led to our separate offices, one for him and one for me. We had opted for a quiet opening, no fan fair.
The city had its share of law firms that catered to the smaller incidents. Ambulance chasers is what I had heard them called in the past. Aiden and I wanted to do something different from that, but more along the lines of what the other office had offered us.
About a month after he had declined the position, I contacted Ms. Klein through the number on the contact card that I had picked up the last time I had been there. It had taken some convincing but she finally agreed to have coffee with me.
“I have a list of grants that we would qualify for,” I had told her as she sipped her espresso, bringing the tiny mug to her lips with a thoughtful look upon her face. “The only thing in which we are lacking is notoriety. That is where you come in.”
“And what would my role be exactly?” she questioned.
“We would need very little input from you at all, unless you felt otherwise,” I explained. “I have looked into the logistics extensively.”
“I’m sure you have,” she said. “Go on.”
“With your name, the clients would recognize that we exist with the backing of one of the premiere firms already in the Los Angeles area. Aiden and I would do all the work. Nothing else would change for you.”
“And what happens if you fail?” she asked. “My name is at stake?” I could almost see a hint of a smile upon her questioning lips.
I picked up my latte and took a purposeful sip, swallowing carefully and placing the cup back upon the small square napkin. Then I folded my hands in front of me leaning only my wrists on the table as I leaned forward.
“You worked with both of us for nearly three months,” I began. “You said yourself that you and the partners wanted to find a way to have both of us stay on. The opportunity itself was quite prestigious, and only the best of the best were even considered for the part time jobs, isn't that correct? Now since we both had made that kind of impression do you think that we would be the types of lawyers, or even the types of people who would fail under any type of scrutiny?”
She thought for several minutes, tapping her manicured nail against the porcelain edge of her miniature cup. Matching my movements, she lifted her cup, took a sip and then set the cup carefully back into the saucer.
“And you have of course thought this through extensively?”
“Yes we have,” I answered. “Aiden and I are quite certain this is what we want to do.”
“Well, the two of you do work well together. That much is certain,” she said. “Alright, if you can track down the funding for it, draw up the contracts and we will get together. You can have my name.”
“I'm just glad she went for it,” I said as I looked over at Aiden. “I don't know what we would have done without her mentorship.”
He flashed me his crooked grin and said, “I’m sure that we would have thought of something.” I smiled at him as he sauntered over to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close.
“Aiden,” I said. “We are right in front of the doors. What is someone sees?” I said.
“There needs to be clients coming in for someone to see,” he said. I glanced over at the clock. Nine o'clock. The second hand had just slipped past the top of the hour.
“Now we are officially in business,” I said. “The calls should start rolling in.”
Oddly enough the phone did ring a minute later.
“I guess we need to hire a receptionist,” I said as I untangled myself from Aiden's embrace and reached for the phone.
The feeling of enormous pride filled me as I realized that everything had fallen into place at last. Aiden was here with me. He had finished his recuperation in record time and today stood before me as a picture of health. Ms. Klein had confessed to me during out contract meeting that she would be glad to mentor us into opening our own firm.
Aiden and I locked eyes once more. He turned and picked up his brief case and entered his office.
I reached picked up the phone and held it to my ear. “You have reached the law offices of Agnes Klein. How can I help you?”
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