Legal Affairs - Violation: Legal Affairs Serial Romance (4 page)

What should I do?
Light candles? Put on a teddy? Strip naked?

The doorbell rings,
and I yelp in surprise because I didn’t expect Matt so soon. I
was able to cut away from Cal pretty quickly with the old stomach bug
excuse, but I figured he might need a few more minutes to make a
polite excuse to Melody.

I open the door and
there he stands, looking exquisitely handsome with a hungry look on
his face. He steps toward me, and I back up.

He keeps walking and
I keep backing up, in pace with his stalking. His eyes roam over me
as he shuts the door. He keeps sauntering toward me as he takes off
his jacket and lets it hit the floor. Next comes his tie and then
he’s loosening his cuff links, all while hunting his prey.

Except this prey
wants to get caught, so I stop walking backward and wait for him to
push all up into my personal space.

He doesn’t
disappoint, coming to stand flush up against me. His gaze is searing…
electric, and I can feel it down into my toes, in my breasts, and
yup… right between my legs.

“First time’s
going to be quick,” Matt warns me, his breath coming out in a
harsh pant.

“Works for
me,” I tell him, taking pleasure in the flash of lust that
overtakes his face.

His hands reach
down, grabbing the tight material at my thighs. I can feel him grip
the dress and pull it slowly up until it settles around my waist. He
glances down, and I follow his gaze. I watch with anticipation as he
fingers the lacy material of my panties at my hipbone, and then he
rips it away. The force of his move is sudden and causes me to jerk,
then gasp, and then his hand is between my legs as I moan in sweet
surrender.

It’s all Matt
needs to hear before he’s lifting me up and pulling my legs
around his waist. He takes three steps over to the wall that
separates the living room from the kitchen and pins me against it.
While keeping me held up with one strong arm, his other goes down to
his pants, and he makes short work of the button and zipper.

And then he’s
shoving into me and my body melts around him, because just seeing him
in my doorway made me ready

“God…
you feel so good,” he says through clenched teeth, and he just
holds still for a second… savoring the intensity of this
moment, his face pushed into my neck. I can feel his breath, rapidly
blowing out and sucking in, almost as if he’s fighting for
control.

His fingers dig into
my skin, and then relax.

Dig. Relax.

Matt makes a small
circle with his pelvis, causing him to bump up against something
delicious inside of me, and then he goes still again.

“I’m not
going to last long,” he says, almost sadly. “This feels
too good.”

“I’m not
worried,” I whisper in his ear. “I know you’re good
for it. Now… just let go.”

He pulls his face
from my neck and stares at me a moment. Yes, I still see lust and
desire filling his eyes, but I see something more. I see amazement,
and then happiness. He gives me a full-out, dimpled smile, and then
pulls his hips back, only to slam back into me.

The sensation causes
my breath to explode from my lungs, and I gasp, “That’s
what I’m talking about.”

Matt snickers, and
then crashes his mouth into mine.

Then it’s a
full-out, hot, make-out session, while he pumps into me with long,
hard strokes.

He is magnificent,
beyond mere descriptive words. Every nerve is firing in my body, and
he keeps going on and on. Contrary to his original opinion, he lasts
quite long, slowing down when he gets close, and then speeding up
again to start the climb higher.

I hold on, my hands
clenched into his hair. I periodically break away from his lips to
layer hot kisses along his jaw or neck, all the while groaning in
supreme satisfaction. It’s only after I start to climax that
Matt says, “That’s what I’ve been waiting for,”
and he starts to really let my body have it, rattling the pictures on
the wall as he slams repeatedly into me.

When his long groan
of satisfaction starts to pour out of those sexy lips, I lean back
against the wall and watch as pleasure takes over his face. His eyes
close, his mouth hangs open, and wait for it… wait for it…
there it is.

The sweetest words I
ever heard come from Matt as he shoots into me.

“Mac…
Mac… Mac…”

The sun is hitting
me in the face, causing a blaring sort of light that hurts my head. I
open my eyes and blink… once… twice… and find
Matt hovering over me. He’s on his side, head propped on his
hand, and staring at me with a smirk on his face. I’m surprised
he stayed all night.

I watch as he takes
his finger and hooks the edge of the sheet that is draped across my
chest.

“It’s
about time you woke up,” he says, dragging the cotton material
past my breasts and down to my stomach.

“Have you just
been watching me while I sleep?” I ask as he stops his descent
around my belly button.

Matt leans over,
flicks a tongue over one of my nipples, and says, “Mmmmm.
Hmmmm.”

My hands come up and
grasp his head to my breast, and I’m smiling when I say,
“That’s kind of creepy, you know?”

“You love it,”
he murmurs against my skin before biting the swell of my breast.

“I love
that
,”
I tell him and pull him tighter against me.

After a few more
kisses and licks that have me sighing, Matt lifts his body and rolls
on top of me. My legs spread and he settles in between them, giving a
slight shift of his hips that brings him right in line. He just gazes
at me while he maneuvers himself in place, and with tiny pushes that
cause me to gasp each time, he works his way in.

When he’s
fully seated, he leans down and kisses me. “Good morning.”

“Definitely a
good morning,” I agree, and then I give over to the sensations
of him rocking against me.

He goes so slowly,
so tenderly. It’s a world of difference from the crazy and
rough coupling we normally do. It’s like we’re always in
a race to the finish, knowing what glory lies at the end.

But this morning,
Matt is in a mood to take his time. His moves are soft and
deliberate. He roams his hands all over my skin with just a whisper
of sensation, murmuring quiet words to me rather than the normal
dirty talk that gets my motor revving.

He’s touching
more than my body right at this moment. He’s now touching my
heart, and it causes a painful thrill to rush through me.

“Do you have
feelings for me?” I ask, not even subconsciously forming those
words before they pop out of my mouth.

Matt goes still
inside of me—even his mouth stops moving against my lips.
Slowly, he raises his head and I’m almost afraid to meet his
gaze, but I do it because I need to know how he feels, and the eyes
are the windows to the soul or some shit like that.

“You really
want to have this conversation now?” he asks, but he doesn’t
seem perturbed by the question. As if to make sure I am aware of all
my options, he flexes his hips so I’ve no doubt that he’s
still deep inside of me. The move feels so good and causes me to bite
down on my bottom lip, my eyes to flutter closed.

He must take that as
acquiescence because he starts a gentle rhythm again, which sweeps me
away in pleasure.

But no… I
want to know the answer. I don’t want to get sidetracked by his
magical penis. “Wait… I do want to talk about this now.”

Matt groans like I
just told him I was sentencing him to death and slowly pulls out,
rolling off me and onto his back. What I’m sure is just for
dramatic flair, he rests the back of arm across his forehead and
sighs. “I can’t believe I just got cock blocked by you…
while I was inside of you.”

I turn over on my
side to face him, now mimicking his earlier pose by resting my head
on my hand. Ignoring the ‘cock block’ comment, I ask,
“Well… do you?”

He’s silent
for a moment, but he turns to look at me straight in the eye.
“Honestly… I don’t know.”

I’m not really
sure what I expected him to say, but I actually did sort of expect
the little pang of hurt from whatever was going to come out of his
mouth. I had been bracing for it because I really didn’t have
high hopes that he was going to profess his mad and undying love.

Not that we were
anywhere near close to that, but it’s more than probable that
Matt is just in this for the convenient and steamy sex. There doesn’t
appear to be much more between us.

But Matt then
surprises me when he says, “I know I hated seeing you with
Carson last night.”

“Nothing is
going on between us,” I assure him.

“I know,”
he says without surety, but then his voice gets hard. “But you
don’t know how bad I just wanted to punch him when he was
dancing with you.”

The possessive tone
in his voice mollifies me a bit. “What is it between you and
Cal?”

“You mean you
didn’t ask him?”

“I did…
but he said it was private.”

Matt gives a
sardonic smile. “And I suppose you’d get in a snit again
if I told you to mind your own business, right?”

“Right,”
I say emphatically.

Rolling over to face
me, he smoothes his fingertips along my jaw. His voice is soft. “I’ll
tell you, but I’m only going to say this once and no questions,
okay?”

I nod at him, about
ready to burst that he’s actually going to share a confidence
with me. Matt’s gaze holds mine, his eyes flicking back and
forth, until he’s sure that he has my full attention. “Cal
used to be my best friend, but he slept with my wife. So I’m
sure you can understand why I hate him.”

Of all the things
that Matt could have told me, I was not prepared for that. I’m
in information overload, and the only thing I can think of to say is,
“You’re married?”

“Sorry. I mean
ex-wife.”

“But, when did
this hap—?”

My words are cut off
as Matt puts his fingertips over my mouth. “No questions.
That’s all you need to know.”

His hand falls away
from my mouth and he stares at me, making sure I’m going to
keep quiet. When I keep my promise and leave all the questions
rattling around inside of my brain, Matt reaches over and pulls me on
top of him.

“Now that I
answered your question, how about you make it up to me?”

“Oh, yeah…
what did you have in mind?” I ask, settling my hips over him
and placing my hands on his taut chest.

He gives me a
salacious grin. “Well, for starters… how about you fuck
me silly while you’re on top, and then after, let’s stay
in your bed all weekend and only get out to eat. Deal?”

I still have a
million unanswered questions, but I’m not going to push my
luck. Not when he’s offering me an entire weekend. Reaching
down between us, I find Matt is hard and ready to go.

“Deal,”
I affirm as I maneuver myself and saddle up, settling my warmth over
him.

True to the game
plan, Matt and I spent practically all weekend in my bed, unless it
was to crawl out and answer the food delivery person on the other
side of the door. Luckily, Macy had been in and out at all the
appropriate times, and never once caught Matt streaking to the
refrigerator for a bottle of water.

Now I’m off to
spend my Sunday afternoon with Macy.

“Penny for
your thoughts,” Macy asks me as we stroll through the racks of
clothes at Saks. I can’t afford to shop here, but I never mind
watching Macy try to burn through her fortune.

Our routine is
usually thus. Macy makes me try on clothes I’ll never buy. Then
she surreptitiously tries to slip them in with the clothes she’s
buying. I catch her in the act, pull the clothes out, and then we get
into a big fight. Macy acts like a drama queen, and the saleslady
gets very uncomfortable. Finally, she relents and I hand the clothes
over to the attendant to re-stock.

Right now, we
haven’t even made it past the initial perusing of items to
start our normal shopping practice.