Legally Yours (2 page)

It hadn't helped matters that Parchman had
been such an asshole to Julie Streeter the other day.

He'd been surprised, but glad to see her
here. When she'd dropped out of school to take care of her younger
sister, their whole class had been bummed for her. To lose your
parents so suddenly was bad. But to be put in charge of a kid when
you were little more than a child yourself, was even worse. She had
a helluva legal mind, and he’d missed their verbal sparring. But
she'd also been at the top of a very short list of women in their
class he would have liked to get into bed. Of course he'd had a
girlfriend at the time, so he hadn't done anything about it, but
he'd looked.

God, had he looked.

But it would seem that the flirty, sexy
Aspiring Lawyer Julie had been replaced by no-nonsense, sensible
Paralegal Julie. He couldn't say he blamed her. The hierarchy
within a law firm depended on a delicate balance between the
lawyers and their various support staff. Though Julie had at one
time been near the top of their class, since she hadn't graduated
law school, she may as well not have gone to law school at all.
Without the degree on the wall, she was less than—at least in the
profession’s eyes. But what really sucked was that she didn't quite
fit in with the other paralegals either. So she was in a weird no
man's land in between castes.

That didn't stop the attorneys from using all
the knowledge she'd gained in law school.

Jerks.

Even in her new guise, with her trousers and
turtlenecks, she made his mouth water. With her dark hair pulled up
into a messy twist today, and her dark rimmed glasses, she'd been
rocking the sexy librarian look and it had been all he could to not
to corner her against the conference room wall and steam up those
glasses.

Nearing the printer, he shook his head at his
own foolishness. Alone in an empty office with a boner. Great job,
Ellis. Let's hope the janitor doesn't think you're printing out
porn.

When he picked up the papers from the tray,
however, he saw that someone else was printing too.

Before Thirty List:

1. Outdoor Sex (the park? hm, check on
legality)

2. Learn how to give a really good blow job
(class? internet?)

3. Try something new in bed (position?
Toys?)

Holy hell
. He'd picked up someone's
personal document. Matt shook his head at the stupidity of someone
printing such a private document on a community printer.

Even as he heard her footsteps coming down
the hall, his eye caught on the signature line that automatically
printed on office documents. There at the bottom were the initials:
JMS.

And just like that, he was hard.

***

Julie had slung her bag over her shoulder
again, and whistled as she approached the cubicle where the printer
for her side of the building was networked. It had been cathartic
to make her to-do list. Of course to do some of them she'd have to
find a partner. But that shouldn't be a problem. Just because she
hadn't been on a date in years didn't mean she hadn't been asked.
One night at the Young Lawyer's monthly mixer, where local
attorneys and their office staff mingled side-by-side, would put
her in the path of dozens of local attorneys looking to get laid.
And most of them were ambitious enough to want their sex with no
strings attached.

She was saddened by the thought that at her
age she hadn't found someone to share her life with, but some
people just weren't cut out for relationships, and she was afraid
that she was one of them. Not only was she annoyingly
self-sufficient, she was not willing to let her guard down for just
any guy. She'd done that in the past and it had only led to pain on
her part and frustration on his. It was much better this way. She
was alone, but content.

If she sometimes wished she had someone to
snuggle up to at night, well, that's what her cat, Max, was
for.

When she rounded the corner to the printer
cubicle, she was startled to see Matt standing there, his broad
shouldered back to her as he picked p a sheet off the tray.

As if in slow motion, she watched in horror
as he scanned the page.

Nooooooooo!!!!

Stepping forward, she tried to snatch the
page from him, but it was too late.

“Ah, Julie,” he said with a grin. “I believe
this is yours?”

The bastard held the paper high above his
head where she couldn't reach.

“Just give it to me, Matt,” she hissed. “It's
personal.”

“Oh, very personal,” he said, with a stifled
laugh. “Never outdoors? That surprises me for some reason. The
Jules of our law school days would have done it outdoors in a
heartbeat.”

Her face was so warm she thought it might
catch fire.

“Please,” she asked, pressing against him as
she tried and failed to get a grasp on the page. This close, she
could smell the heady mix of his aftershave and an intoxicating
twang of male sweat. Pheromone city. She couldn't help but feel the
firm muscles of his chest where she pressed against him. When
instead of retreating, he stepped forward, she was surprised to
feel the brush of his very impressive erection against her
stomach.

She leapt back.

“Not so fast, Miss Julie,” he said. “I think
we should discuss this list of yours.”

Before she could step away, he had her in his
arms. To her surprise, though his touch was strong, it was also
gentle. Her list fell forgotten to the floor as his mouth descended
to hers.

It was no use pretending that she wasn't
attracted to him. Her old crush had returned full force. And as she
felt the first press of his mouth against hers, a rush of pure
pleasure surged through her. This kind of euphoria needed some
serious government regulation.

Matt didn't just taste her mouth. He devoured
it. He grazed her tender lips with his teeth, stroking into her
with his tongue. But it wasn’t only her mouth that burned.
Everywhere their bodies touched she felt the sizzle of heat between
them.

When he came up for air they were both
breathing hard, with barely a whisper separating them.

“You seeing anybody?” his voice was deep.
Husky.

“No.” She stopped. Oh my god. What if he was
dating someone? Trying to keep her voice casual—or as casual as one
could be trapped between a hard-on and a cubicle wall. “You?”

He grinned. He probably knew exactly what she
was thinking. Bastard.

“Nope,” he leaned forward and gave her a
playful nip on the nose. “But I’ve got this hot prospect. She’s got
a killer body and a brilliant legal mind. Too bad we work together
or I’d be all over her.”

Her stomach dropped.

“Of course, we’re not technically working for
the same firm, so I think an argument could be made that a
consensual relationship wouldn’t break any laws. At least not any
corporate ones.”

He leaned into her, licking her ear lobe. “I
can’t promise anything about Alabama laws, though. There are
definitely some things the state frowns on that I wouldn’t mind
doing with you, sugar. To you, even.”

Immediately her mind leapt to an image of her
kneeling over him, taking his swollen cock in her mouth, while he
tongued her dripping pussy. It was carnal and hot and she couldn’t
hold back her moan.

“Mmm, what are you thinking about there,
Jules?” His blue eyes locked with hers. As if he was trying to read
her mind.

But it was too soon to let him into her
fantasy world. Well, what she hadn’t already recorded on her Before
Thirty list.

“Nothing,” she said, breathless. Wanting.

“Liar.” He moved in closer, swept his hand up
her side from her hip to her breast. “But that’s okay. Less talking
now. More kissing.”

He took her mouth in another searing kiss. At
the same time, unfastening her pants and working them down so that
he could reach beneath her panties, where she was damp and aching
for him.

Instinctively she moved her hips against his
hand, silently begging him to penetrate her with his fingers. But
he continued to tease. Sliding against her, rubbing her with the
dewy evidence of her desire for him.

“You’re so hot and wet for me, aren’t you?”
he asked, his own breath ragged against her neck. “I think I need
to see you.”

Julie closed her eyes as she felt him kneel
down before her, pulling her pants and panties down as he went.

“Pretty and pink and wet,” he said. His hands
slid up from her knees to her thighs, and Julie thought she could
feel his warm breath against the triangle of curls there. “Open
your legs wider, I need to see all of you.”

She complied, even as she felt the first kiss
of his lips against her hip. His tongue skated across her skin,
working from the outside of her leg inward toward that place he’d
so wanted to see.

“Look at me, Julie.” It was a command, one
she had no trouble obeying.

Their eyes met, and she saw desire there,
need. Some far corner of her brain had trouble believing that all
this was real, but Matt’s breath on her was real. As was the sight
of him lifting his moisture coated fingers to his mouth.

“You taste good,” he said, his eyes never
leaving hers. “But I want to go straight to the source.”

He leaned in and stroked her from her
dripping opening upward to the bundle of nerves at her core. Then
back down and up again, stroking, lapping, nipping in a rhythm that
had her bucking against him in anticipation of his next move.
Widening her stance so that he could penetrate her more fully with
his agile tongue.

Julie was on fire. Against her back she felt
the rough fabric covering of the cubicle wall, while Matt blazed a
path upward from her pussy to her breasts. When he took her nipple
in his mouth, felt its heat through the fabric of her bra, he
thrust a finger inside her. But it still wasn’t enough.

“Matt. Please.”

When he added a second finger, then a third,
she was too far gone to regulate her cries of pleasure. But still,
her orgasm hovered on the other side of some precipice she couldn’t
quite reach.

When he pulled his hand away all together,
she nearly wept with frustration.

“Come back,” she demanded.

“Easy, sugar, I’m not going anywhere,” Matt
crooned, unbuckling his own belt and unzipping his pants to reveal
an erection straining to escape the confines of his boxer briefs.
In seconds he’d dropped trou, donned a condom, and poised himself
at her entrance.

Gathering her moisture on his hand, he
quickly coated himself, his movements fast and sure. Reaching down,
he grasped her right knee, worked it up over his hip and plunged
into her, drawing moans of relief from them both.

***

Jesus she was tight. Matt
closed his eyes against the tide of sensation that threatened to
overwhelm him. The need to hammer himself into her was almost too
much to take. But it had been years since he'd just let himself go
like that, and because he knew on some level that Julie needed this
more than he did, he held back. Letting her body adjust to the
fullness of him before he started to move.

He'd been with a number of
women since his break up with Susan, whom he had dated off and on
since college. And he liked the early part of a relationship the
best. Learning the landscape of a woman's body. The places that
with a single touch had the power to set her off like a firecracker
on the fourth of July. Balls deep in Julie’s tightness, he reveled
in the feel of her generous hip beneath his hand, her thigh in his
grasp, her luscious breasts pressed up against his chest. She was
everything he'd imagined and more.

“I...is something wrong” she asked in
a small voice, as he struggled to remain still. That bit of
vulnerability almost did him in, but Matt held it together enough
to kiss her.

“Not a thing,” he whispered against
her mouth. “Just getting my bearings.”

She didn't speak, just
nodded.

“Hold onto me,” he said, gently biting
her lower lip before he began to rhythmically stroke in and out of
her.

Everything about this
moment was mind-blowing. The little moans she made as he thrust
into her. The feel of her in his hands, in his mouth. Her softness
pressed up against his hardness. The smell of her arousal where
they were joined. The scent of her light perfume at her neck, where
he leaned into her, wanting to take her tender flesh between his
teeth and mark her. Claim her.

Her leg secured around his hip, he
brought his mouth lower, to tongue the dark tip of her breast. At
first nibbling, then sucking her into his mouth. Playing with her
peaked nipple with his tongue. He felt her pussy tighten around him
in response, and was rewarded for his effort with a gasp of
startled arousal from her. The wall of the cubicle squeaked at the
impact of their combined weight against it, but Matt was too far
gone to care. Buried deep inside her, he wouldn't have cared if the
building fell down around them. Every ounce of him was focused on
the woman in his arms.

Finally, he felt her
movements becoming more urgent, her breathing faster. Reaching
between them, he touched her just where she needed him most, and
felt her convulse in his arms. Shaking, crying out her pleasure,
she gave in to her bliss, while he pounded into her, again and
again, both of them lost to the pleasure that threatened to swallow
them. Once, twice, three times he stroked into her before he
finally felt the tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine, and
erupted inside her.

Collapsing against her, he
felt the accelerated beat of her heart against his chest, as they
both gasped in the aftermath of their shared orgasm