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I grab her and pull her to me, my hand at the side of her face, the other on her hip, when I want my hands everywhere, all over her. “I was not flirting with that woman, but you are another story.” I close my mouth down on hers, my tongue licking into her mouth. At first, she resists, but I deepen the kiss and she moans a sexy little moan, and then she’s melting into me, kissing me back. The taste of her is chocolate and coffee. Temptation burns through me, thickening my cock.
But she suddenly pushes on my chest, tearing her mouth from mine. “Like I said,” she pants out, “I can’t be bought.”
“You think that kiss was bribery?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says. “I do.”
“Did it work?”
“A little, but once you let go of me, I’ll get over it.”
“If I give you the chance, but I won’t.”
“I told you—”
I kiss her again, this time a long, drugging, deep kiss before I say, “If I had time,” I say, finishing the sentence in my head with multiple choices: I would fuck you, lick you, punish you with an orgasm you want but can’t have until you see me again. “I have to get to court.”
“If you had time,” she says, “I still wouldn’t let you do any of the things you’re thinking about doing.”
“Like I said: Challenge accepted.” I release her and start up the stairs, turning back to add, “You taste as good as I knew you would,” before I turn away and head back up the stairs.
“Reese,” she says from behind me just before I reach the top level.
I turn to find her standing at the bottom of the step. “Yes, Cat?” I say, and holy fuck, she’s gorgeous with her hair down like this.
“You have my lipstick all over your mouth and face.”
I reach up and run my finger over my mouth to find a shade of pink on my finger. “Is it at least your lucky shade?”
“I just had coffee spilled all over me while wearing it.”
“And I kissed you.”
“Yes, actually, there is that.”
I have a brief moment in which I contemplate charging down the steps and pulling her back into the bathroom, where I would set her on the counter. Next her skirt would go up her gorgeous legs, and I would settle a knee in between her thighs, and rip off her panties rather than melt them. I would then lick her until she moans, tugs on my hair, and begs for more. But I have fucking court.
Instead, I simply say, “See you in court, Cat,” before I turn away and head into the coffee shop again, where I stop for napkins, and head for the door, motivated to win my case, and Cat. And I am going to win with Cat. One lick at a time, if that’s what it takes.
Chapter seven
Cat
Reese is making me crazy. Since I met him, I can’t think straight. I can’t sleep. I can’t even get a cup of coffee without it ending up all over me. He’s trouble. He’s my job. He’s an incredible kisser. I hate him. I want to hit him. I’m all over the board with this man.
These are the thoughts I have over and over as I rush to my apartment to put on a pink dress I don’t often wear to court. But I somehow end up in it anyway. Just like I somehow ended up with Reese’s lips on my lips. Maybe that is the value of pink. It’s innocence and sweetness. If I look the role, I’ll behave the role. I’ll scare off the deviant, arrogant assholes like Reese. Whom I hate.
I don’t second-guess the dress as I step out of my building again, but I do in fact second-guess just how I allowed his hands to end up on my body, in a coffee shop, in the middle of this trial. I hurry toward the black sedan Uber I’ve prearranged and climb inside, greeting the middle-aged man behind the wheel. “Hello.”
He gives a wave but doesn’t speak, and perhaps I should question the weird triangle bald spot on his head that cannot be natural, but this is Manhattan. Antennas on the man’s head wouldn’t even be as weird as some of the things I’ve seen in my almost thirty years in this city.
We make it all of one block before we’re in a dead stop and my cellphone rings in my purse. Digging it out, I note Reese’s number. “Shouldn’t you be with your client?”
“That implies a crisis to manage, which also implies the prosecution, not me or my team. Do you always taste like chocolate and coffee?”
“Do you always taste like arrogance?
“Better arrogance than an inability to please,” he replies.
