God, I wanted to kiss her this morning, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself. The first touch would have had her pinned to the floor with on top of her. All this control I’ve been holding back would have snapped, and I wouldn’t have been able to let her go. I’ve never felt so possessive of soone before, and it’s driving mad.
I know she would have let kiss her. It was in her eyes and the way she was trying to press her body against mine. Her mouth was begging for it, and her breathing was heavy with lust. As much as I loved that look on her face and how hard she made , I had to find my control. I can’t stand the idea of people around us seeing her horny. I was already dripping cum and I wasn’t about to let everyone in that place see her doing the sa. It took everything in to step away from her.
I glance at the clock and remind myself in a few hours I’ll be with her again. And this ti I’m not letting her get away. There isn’t another option or I’ll lose my fucking mind. I need to mark her as mine or I’m going to co out of my skin. Every thought I have is filled with her, and this beastly desire is driving to ravage her.
"Loka," Mrs. Barton says in a sugary sweet voice.
I stand from my chair, trying to clear my thoughts as she cos over toward . She’s coming in for a hug and a double cheek kiss. I can’t handle it today and I extended my hand for a shake to stop her, unable to stand the thought of her touching . Right now, I’m filled with the mory of my sunshine’s sweet scent and I don’t want this woman’s perfu to invade that.
She rolls her eyes at but takes my hand and shakes it. "Always so formal," she huffs before taking her seat. I take mine across from her, putting so distance between us.
"I told you to dress like you were going to church." My tone is bored but firm.
"Sorry, I don’t own anything like that." She smirks before shooting a wink. I bring my fingers to my temples and press them, questioning why I beca a divorce lawyer.
"Lucky for you, I’m prepared," I say, letting out a sigh. We keep a closet of won’s suit jackets and other pieces of clothing just for monts like this. Eighty percent of my clients are won. I won a giant divorce settlent for a woman my first year out of law school and now every woman wanting to divorce their husband thinks I’m the man to go to. Maybe I am because I’m good at it, but it’s not doing my soul any favors.
"I love having my own personal Boy Scout saving the day." She moves to the edge of her seat and leans forward, trying to give an eyeful of her cleavage. I have to fight the urge to say sothing snide. Sadly I’m used to this kind of behavior.
"I sent over another offer," I tell her. "If they don’t take it in the next..." I glance at the clock on my computer. "...Twenty minutes we’ll go straight to the court house." She gives a pout, and I have no fucking clue why. "Let’s go over a few things."
"We’ve gone over everything. I’m sick of talking about it. Let’s talk about sothing more interesting. Like..." The pout is gone and a sinister smile spreads on her lips. How did her husband fall for this shit?
My mind flashes to my blonde ray of sunshine. I’d fall for anything when it cos to her.
"I’m going to be single and freshly divorced by the end of the day. What are your plans tonight?"
My plans are to have a Lokatiful blonde underneath as my na falls from her lips and she begs to stop eating her pussy. But I don’t tell her that.
"Loka!" Mrs. Barton snaps, breaking from my thoughts of Savannah. I fight back a growl.
"I’m seeing soone," I say simply, as if it’s old news.
"Oh, well. No one has to know." The smile on her face grows even bigger, then she bites her lip. I’m guessing it’s an attempt to be sexy.
I’ve had enough. "Mrs. Barton—" I’m cut off when the intercom on my phone goes off.
"Call on line two, Mr. Smith. It’s Thompson and Thompson," Katie says. I grab for the phone, glad to have the interruption. Hopefully this call is their client taking our offer so I can get Mrs. Barton out of my life by the end of the day.
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