away.
He’d had to restrain himself from slugging down the entire glass of Jack Daniel’s when the waiter set it down. Until he actually saw Kari Malone again he hadn’t realised exactly how much she’d come to mean to him in such a short time. Hadn’t even thought something like this could be possible.
Now he wanted it to work more than he wanted his next breath.
A prosecutor! Who’d have thought it? But he could tell even from the first she had brains. And a self-assurance that was nothing like the hard edge he’d found in so many women. Even so, many of the subs he’d been with had either had a streak of dependency or a type of grittiness that irritated him.
But Kari was…Kari. A unique treasure. He’d never believed in fate before, but that’s what had put them in that club in Chicago five years ago then brought them back together just a few short months ago. The first time they’d met, a permanent relationship hadn’t even been on his radar. And maybe it hadn’t been on hers. But now? A different story.
Watching her eat dinner was a sensual experience all on its own. He almost forgot to eat his own food he was so mesmerised watching her. She ordered escargot in garlic butter for her appetiser and, when she licked the drops of butter from her full lower lip, his dick became so hard it was painful. He was glad the table hid his condition. He was seized with an insane desire to lean across the table and lick her lip himself.
If he’d thought that was bad, when they brought her entrée—a small filet with sauce béarnaise—his own steak went untouched while he watch the muscles in her throat work as she swallowed each bite. When the tip of her tongue peeped out to lick a bit of the sauce from her fork, he wanted to pull her into his lap and run his tongue over her lips before tasting the sweetness inside her mouth. Or maybe pull out his cock and let it slide over the sensuous bottom lip into the hot cavern of her mouth.
But the killer—the absolute killer—was the slice of Decadent Chocolate Delight that she ordered for dessert. Every time her tongue came out to swipe across her lip, Slade was afraid his balls would explode.
He knew they’d talked throughout the meal but if someone held a gun to his head he didn’t think he could repeat one word. He thought maybe some stuff about movies. Television. Books. Sports. And he had the vague idea that they had similar tastes in a lot of things. But all he could think of was burying himself deep in her wet, silken cunt and never coming up for air.
The longer they sat there, the more he became convinced she was everything he’d ever wanted. Every night they’d been together had reinforced that belief. Was it too soon to think of the ‘L’ word? Love ? Maybe not, with his time schedule. Life had suddenly telescoped for him. He just didn’t want to make a mistake and follow the wrong L word—lust.
Get your shit together, dumbass. Dinner’s almost over.
He suddenly realised she was saying something to him.
“What?” He blinked. “I’m sorry. I think I just got lost looking at you.”
She grinned. “Good answer, soldier. I asked how long you were going to be home for this time.”
“Uh, two weeks.” He swallowed some of his coffee, making a face when he realised he’d let it get cold, and pushed the cup away.
“That’s good.” She paused. “I’m on a hot case, like I told you before. But we’re just at the beginning of the prep work so I’m not totally snowed under yet.”
“Then we can spend some time together.” He reached for her hand again, unable to stop himself from constantly touching her. “A lot of time.” The dual images of her in the business suits she probably wore to court, cross-examining witnesses, and the sight of her naked, on her knees, restrained while he applied the crop to her ass then fucked her senseless, sent lightning bolts zapping through him directly to his balls and his dick.
Jesus! Was he even
He’d had to restrain himself from slugging down the entire glass of Jack Daniel’s when the waiter set it down. Until he actually saw Kari Malone again he hadn’t realised exactly how much she’d come to mean to him in such a short time. Hadn’t even thought something like this could be possible.
Now he wanted it to work more than he wanted his next breath.
A prosecutor! Who’d have thought it? But he could tell even from the first she had brains. And a self-assurance that was nothing like the hard edge he’d found in so many women. Even so, many of the subs he’d been with had either had a streak of dependency or a type of grittiness that irritated him.
But Kari was…Kari. A unique treasure. He’d never believed in fate before, but that’s what had put them in that club in Chicago five years ago then brought them back together just a few short months ago. The first time they’d met, a permanent relationship hadn’t even been on his radar. And maybe it hadn’t been on hers. But now? A different story.
Watching her eat dinner was a sensual experience all on its own. He almost forgot to eat his own food he was so mesmerised watching her. She ordered escargot in garlic butter for her appetiser and, when she licked the drops of butter from her full lower lip, his dick became so hard it was painful. He was glad the table hid his condition. He was seized with an insane desire to lean across the table and lick her lip himself.
If he’d thought that was bad, when they brought her entrée—a small filet with sauce béarnaise—his own steak went untouched while he watch the muscles in her throat work as she swallowed each bite. When the tip of her tongue peeped out to lick a bit of the sauce from her fork, he wanted to pull her into his lap and run his tongue over her lips before tasting the sweetness inside her mouth. Or maybe pull out his cock and let it slide over the sensuous bottom lip into the hot cavern of her mouth.
But the killer—the absolute killer—was the slice of Decadent Chocolate Delight that she ordered for dessert. Every time her tongue came out to swipe across her lip, Slade was afraid his balls would explode.
He knew they’d talked throughout the meal but if someone held a gun to his head he didn’t think he could repeat one word. He thought maybe some stuff about movies. Television. Books. Sports. And he had the vague idea that they had similar tastes in a lot of things. But all he could think of was burying himself deep in her wet, silken cunt and never coming up for air.
The longer they sat there, the more he became convinced she was everything he’d ever wanted. Every night they’d been together had reinforced that belief. Was it too soon to think of the ‘L’ word? Love ? Maybe not, with his time schedule. Life had suddenly telescoped for him. He just didn’t want to make a mistake and follow the wrong L word—lust.
Get your shit together, dumbass. Dinner’s almost over.
He suddenly realised she was saying something to him.
“What?” He blinked. “I’m sorry. I think I just got lost looking at you.”
She grinned. “Good answer, soldier. I asked how long you were going to be home for this time.”
“Uh, two weeks.” He swallowed some of his coffee, making a face when he realised he’d let it get cold, and pushed the cup away.
“That’s good.” She paused. “I’m on a hot case, like I told you before. But we’re just at the beginning of the prep work so I’m not totally snowed under yet.”
“Then we can spend some time together.” He reached for her hand again, unable to stop himself from constantly touching her. “A lot of time.” The dual images of her in the business suits she probably wore to court, cross-examining witnesses, and the sight of her naked, on her knees, restrained while he applied the crop to her ass then fucked her senseless, sent lightning bolts zapping through him directly to his balls and his dick.
Jesus! Was he even
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