Nakia frowned at the frustration she heard in his voice. “I told her that you’d help her and succeed because I have faith in you. I’ve seen you achieve legal miracles over the past few weeks that have truly been astonishing and sexy as hell. So, I know you’re good for it.”
“Did you just say sexy as hell?”
“Eh, well, I was just…”
“I’m feeling invincible already.” He grinned at her embarrassment.
Nakia couldn’t believe that she’d slipped and made such a comment. If the pigment in her skin were lighter, he would have seen the blush that flooded her face. God, can you be any more obvious? She cleared her throat. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
He raised an eyebrow and moved closer to her, crowding her personal space. “Which part didn’t you mean? I’m hanging on to the sexy-as-hell part, so you can do whatever you want with the rest of it.”
Her awareness of him ratcheted up several notches with his scent and the masculine heat invading her senses. He smelled like a mix of expensive cologne and Justin’s unique male scent, which was already hardwired to send her hormones in a frenzy. She swayed closer toward him without consciously deciding to do so. They were as close as two people could be without touching. “Clearly, you don’t need any help with that swollen head of yours,” she grumbled. She would have done anything right then to feel his lips on hers. And he was so close too. He only had to bend his head.
Justin grinned and whispered in a gravelly voice, “Will it help if I tell you that I think you’re stunning?”
“I thought we agreed on no personal comments. And I already know what you think about my body. You tell me in very visual terms almost daily.” This flirting between was getting bolder. Feeling slightly off balance, she placed her palm on his broad chest, which was covered by his crisp white dress shirt.
“I don’t recall any such agreement. And you do some visual declarations yourself.” His voice had lowered even further, and the deep baritone had her curling her fingers into the material of his shirt to pull him closer.
“Well, if you don’t remember the rules you insisted on…”
He bent his head but then stopped short of touching his lips to hers. “As badly as I want this, as we want this, you know that we can’t, right?”
Nakia helplessly whimpered, drowning in a sea of sensations and need so intense that she was tempted to ignore his honor code and break it for him. “This can’t be healthy for either of us.” She could barely get the words past her lips. Her nerves were frayed from trying to respect his wishes and his marriage. She’d seen his wife when she visited Justin a few weeks back, and Melissa was just as beautiful as she remembered. It was perfectly understandable why Justin wasn’t willing to give her up.
“It’s killin’ me, Nakia.” He tightened his grip at her waist, and she tried to get as close to him as possible.
They stood close enough that she felt every hard line of his body against hers and every breath that he took. Her body pulsed in rhythm to his. Fuck it! She gave in. Gripping his shirt for leverage, she reached up on the tips of her toes and kissed him.
At first his lips were still against hers, but when she dipped her tongue in, she moaned with euphoric bliss at the taste of him. He curled his tongue around hers, causing her eyes to roll back in her head at the rush of butterflies in her belly and the fierce throbbing of her clit.
Deepening the kiss, he growled and crushed her against him.
Nakia writhed eagerly against the impressive steel and length pulsing against her stomach. She wound her arms around his neck and cursed the tightness of her skirt, which prevented her climbing him.
He placed a large palm on her ass and the other on her breast. His strong grip held her captive for a slow, sensual kiss, triggering emotions she’d never felt. When he released her lips and latched onto her neck, she was dizzy with lust and reached frantically for the buttons of his shirt.
“What’re you doing to me, Nakia?” His voice was hoarse with desire as he pushed the hem of her skirt up over her thighs and hips with desperate urgency.
She keened with approval as he pulled her hip hard against his granite length.
Pushing her silk blouse out of the way and lowering the bra-cup from her breast, he sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth as he thrust against her panty-clad center, riding her hard.
A blistering climax ripped through her, and she couldn’t help the stunned scream that echoed throughout the room.
“Ah fuck,” Justin muttered as a set of clipped footsteps could be heard walking briskly toward his office. He quickly released her and helped straighten her clothes. He stepped away from her just as a loud knock sounded at the door.
As if from a disembodied world, Nakia watched as the cracked door opened far enough for Justin and Colt’s secretary, Janice, to poke her head into the room.
“All okay?” She looked at them with the same cool façade that she always wore.
“Yeah, all good.” Justin chuckled to make light of the situation. “Nakia sometimes doesn’t like my methods and has to raise her voice to get my attention.” He shrugged.
Janice nodded and left them with the soft click of the door as she closed them in again.
Nakia was still too buzzed from her orgasm to get her legs to move. She tried to force her sluggish brain to cooperate and regain some mobility. Her knees gave out, and she leaned on his desk, suddenly to weary to continue standing under her own strength.
He moved to stand next to her, not daring to touch her again. “You’re amazing, and I’ve no idea how I’m going to resist you after that.”
“Uh-huh,” was as much as she could manage. Her senses were even more attuned to his masculinity after kissing him, touching him. And she was once again transported back to the lust-filled sensual vortex. It was pure torture being near him and not having his arms around her or being able to kiss him as she desperately craved.
“That can’t happen again,” he told her softly.
“Jay?”
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her. “I want you, but not like this. You deserve better and should be no man’s dirty little secret. This isn’t happening again.”
Nakia enjoyed one last moment of her body being dominated by his large frame before stepping back from him. “I’m sorry, Jay. I wish…” She swallowed and closed her eyes to stop herself from saying what she knew they were both feeling. She opened her eyes to find his gaze burning into hers. “I’d better get started compiling information for Linda’s case.” She put some more distance between them and fixed her clothes.
“I’m sorry too. You know I’ll never take advantage of you, right? I’d never take advantage of our position.”
“Yeah, I know. I trust you. And it’s not as though I would complain if you did. I want you, and you want me. I can’t promise that I won’t take advantage of you by reminding you of that every chance I get.” She gave him a playful smile as she left his office, trying to make light of their predicament. Working with him, getting to know more about him had only served to make her love him more. The attraction between them was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, and she knew he felt it too. So, she understood what it cost him to pull back and not follow through on what they both wanted. His strength of character, his honor was formidable. She admired that about him.