“Stop,” Fee’s groggy voice murmured.
I dropped my chin to peer at her. Green eyes, warm and concerned, returned my gaze.
“What?”
“I can feel your guilt, Halton. You didn’t do anything. I wanted this. I wanted you.” She huffed out a sigh. “I pushed this, not you.”
I stroked her cheek. “I didn’t resist too hard, Fee. I wanted you too much.”
“I know this is complicated, Halton. But can’t we set some ground rules and try?”
“Try what, exactly?” I asked, my nerves tight.
What was she going to ask me?
She pushed her hair off her shoulder, huffing in annoyance as one long wave fell back. I tucked it behind her ear.
“Tell me.”
“Can’t we be attorney and client when we have to be, boss and employee during the day, and just Fee and Halton at other times?”
“That’s a lot of hats to wear, Fee. I worry—”
She shook her head, interrupting me. “I know your boundaries, Halton. I’m not asking anything of you. You don’t want a relationship. You don’t believe in them. I heard you, and I’m not asking you for anything more than you can give. I want this for now, not forever.”
A strange sensation shook me. It felt almost like hurt. But why should I be hurt? I had a beautiful woman in my bed assuring me she wanted nothing from me but what I was willing to give. It was a dream come true.
Oddly, it felt more like a nightmare.
But I heard her words loud and clear, and I forced a smile to my face, shoving aside the confusing thoughts. “So, you’re saying you just want me for sex, Fee?”
She flushed, the color spreading across her cheeks. “No, ah, I—”
She gasped as I rolled us over, settling between her spread legs. “I hear you, Fee. We can wear as many hats as you want right now.” I hovered over her, dragging the blunt head of my cock against her. She moaned low in her throat.
“Speaking of hats right now…” I growled and reached into the drawer for a condom.
Laughing, she arched, sliding her arms around my neck and drawing me down to her mouth. “Take me, Halton.”
“Oh baby, you don’t have to ask twice.”
Fee accompanied me to my weekly Dads Seeking Justice meeting. Rene had been with me a few times, but she was the first woman who had ever been present. At first, I was worried they would be uncomfortable with her presence, but she laid my fears to rest quickly, weaving her magic with them all. She sat beside me, taking notes, and even made suggestions to a few of the men there. Her warmth and empathy were hard to resist, and by the end of the meeting, they were enamored of her. In fact, I thought a couple of them were too enamored, and I glared, staying close to her as they made a point of talking to her. Finally fed up, I slid an arm around her waist.
“We should head home, Fee. We have plans for later.”
She blinked at me, her cheeks flushing a little, then nodded.
“Gentlemen,” I smirked, tightening my grip. “I’ll see you next week.”
I felt their stares as I led her to the car, opening the door and waiting for her to slide in. I waved nonchalantly at them as I crossed to the driver’s seat and got in beside her.
Fee glanced at me, a grin tugging at her mouth. “Was that necessary?”
I clicked my seat belt in place and shifted into drive. “Very.”
Her grin became a full-blown smile. “Okay, then. And what, exactly, are these plans?”
“I plan to fuck you when we get home,” I growled. “A lot. You on board with that?”
Turning in her seat, she slid her hand up my thigh, squeezing my cock, which was already hard from me only thinking about her under me again. “Totally,” she murmured.
“Good.” I pressed on the accelerator. “Lunch, then my bed. All afternoon.”
She stroked my erection. “Maybe we need to order in. And start in the living room.”
The thought of her bent over the back of my sofa was too much. I tossed her my phone. “Pick whatever you want. Make it full of protein. You’re going to need it.”
She leaned her head back, her gorgeous eyes filled with mischief. “Sounds like I’m going to be full of you.”
I grabbed her hand and lifted it to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. “All day, love. All day.”
I held her hand the rest of the way home.
I pulled her into the condo as soon as we arrived, walking her backward to the sofa, our mouths fused together, my tongue deep and claiming. I had never really liked kissing before Fee. It was just a means to an end, the brief pressing of my mouth to theirs, a need to control them with no emotion or need behind it.
But with Fee, it was vital. Pleasurable. The way her lips moved with mine. The feel of her tongue stroking along my mouth, running along my teeth, and twisting around mine sent me reeling. Her taste was an aphrodisiac, and I couldn’t get enough of it. Of her.
Yanking my shirt over my head, I hoisted her to the back of the sofa, wrapping her legs around my waist, keeping her pinned tight to my chest. I ground against her, pulling up the back of her shirt and running my hands over her smooth skin, smiling against her mouth at the shivers I felt. She was so damn responsive. I broke away from her, tugging her sweater from her shoulders and lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it to the side. Her small, perfect breasts fit into my hands as if they were made for me. Her nipples were hard buds against the callused skin of my palms.
“No bra, baby?” I grinned. “How convenient.”
She lifted one shoulder. “I never wear one on the weekend. I don’t really need it.” She glanced down. “Scott wanted me to get a boob job, but—”
I silenced her with a finger pressed to her lips. “I never want to hear his name while we’re together like this. What he liked or wanted doesn’t matter anymore.”
“But this does?” she asked, her trembling voice showing her anxiety to my response.
I had to give her the truth. “Yeah, it does.”
How, I didn’t understand, but I knew that it did. For both of us.
I pulled her off the sofa, sliding her pants down her legs, once again caught in her beauty. She was perfectly proportioned. Delicate but curvy, with an indented waist and rounded hips. Her legs were slender with shapely calves. She had tiny feet, and her toenails were painted a bright pink. Her hair was up today, tendrils escaping around her face. Her lips were red and swollen from mine, the flush on her cheeks spreading to her chest. I lowered my head, tracing her collarbone with my mouth and teasing the nipples of her perky, perfect tits with my tongue and fingers. I lifted her, pushing her legs apart and kneeling in front of her. Her pussy glistened, her legs trembling as I pressed closer, sliding my tongue along her folds. She gripped my hair, her head falling back as she moaned. I grasped her knees, pushing them apart, then grabbed her ass and dragged her closer to my mouth. I ravished her. Licking. Biting. Sucking. Driving her to the edge then pulling back, ramping up her desire until she was crying out, her fingers buried in my hair, her legs wrapped around my head and her voice getting louder. She came, her honey flooding my mouth, her body shaking and tense.
My cock pressed against my zipper, desperate and aching. I needed her more than I could ever remember needing anything. Anyone.