Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

“ W hat do I have to do to get you to trust me? For you to believe I’m telling the truth?” I ask her.

“You could start by uncuffing me,” she says.

“If I do that, you’re going to run again,” I tell her.

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“I’m not risking it. Please, Dani, just tell me. What can I do?” I plead, only to realize nothing I say will convince her. I shake my head and sigh. “I didn’t want to have to show you this. Because I thought what we had would be enough for you to take my word. But we’re attorneys, and nothing beats tangible evidence. So here. Watch this.” I pull up the security feed, navigating to the date in question. We don’t all have cameras installed in our offices and I don’t always have them turned on, but when I have a particularly sensitive client meeting, I do. Sometimes I rewatched them to try to find anything I might have missed.

“What is this?” Dani asks, staring at the video on my phone.

“It’s the CCTV footage from my office, on that day. Watch, listen,” I tell her, turning up the volume.

“There isn’t anything you can do or say to change things between us, Alistair, because I believe you,” she says. “I don’t need to see this.”

“You do?” My shoulders sag in relief as I toss my phone aside.

“I do, but it doesn’t mean we can go back to what we were. It’s not right. It’s not going to work out between us, and I don’t want to get hurt again,” she says. “This was the wake-up call I needed to remind me whatever this is between us can’t happen. I can’t risk feeling this way again.”

“I’m not going to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. I want you. You and me, we are the real deal, Dani,” I tell her.

“Uncuff me, Alistair.” She sighs.

Against my better judgement, I reach over and loosen the cuff around her wrist. “Please don’t do this, Dani. Don’t end us.”

“What exactly do you want to happen here?” she asks.

What do I want to happen? “I want to go back to how we were. I want to be with you, only you. No one else.”

“No one else? Exclusive?” she attempts to clarify.

“I’ve always considered us exclusive, Dani,” I tell her.

“I wasn’t sure?” She shrugs. “Is this Mrs Dalmore still a client?”

“No, I told her to find a new attorney.”

“Does it happen often? Clients approaching you like that?” She continues with her line of questioning, like any good lawyer would—or paralegal in this case.

“Sometimes, but not to that extreme,” I admit.

“What would an exclusive contract with you look like?” she asks.

“Are you trying to negotiate the terms of our relationship, little girl?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Just curious. I want to make an informed decision. Never can be too careful. I did meet you in a sex club after all,” she says.

“I cancelled my membership,” I tell her.

“Why?”

“Because I realised I don’t need it. I don’t want it. And I can’t share you. I’m sorry. I wanted to give that to you. I know you enjoy the idea of being watched, but I couldn’t let them...”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“I turned the glass black the moment you had the blindfold on. I didn’t let them watch you.”

“Oh, well, it was still fun. It’s not the people watching that made it good, Alistair. It was you. You make me feel good.”

“I can make you feel good now.”

“Wait.” She holds out a hand in a stop motion. “Are you going to punish me? In any way?”

“No, why would I punish you?”

“No edging? No spanking?”

“Well, I mean, I can if that’s what you want?” I offer with a grin.

“No, I don’t. What I want is for you to make me come. Sir,” she says.

“Little girl, get ready because you’re going to come more tonight than you ever have before,” I tell her while pulling my shirt over my head. Then I stand and strip off my pants, my cock bouncing free. “Get naked, now,” I command.

I have so much time to make up for. I want to lick, bite, kiss every inch of her. Most of all, I want to make love to her. I want to show her how I feel with actions, something I’m not sure I can express in words.

As soon as she’s naked, I climb on the bed and settle myself between her legs. My mouth melts onto hers, and my tongue pushes through the seam of her lips. This isn’t a rushed, teeth-clanging kind of kiss. This is slow, passionate.

“I really fucking missed you,” I tell her, breaking the kiss momentarily.

“Me too,” she says.

My tongue finds hers again. We stay like this for what seems like forever. I really could kiss her for eternity and it not be enough.

Her pussy is wet, grinding lightly along my cock. “I want you,” she says.

“Not half as much as I want you,” I tell her.

Holding my cock in one hand, I guide it to her entrance, slowly pushing in. Once I’m buried all the way inside her, I stay still. My mouth finds hers again. I draw out my cock, slowly—really fucking slowly—before pushing back with the same deliberate pace. This isn’t fucking. It’s lovemaking and it feels fucking magnificent. The feel of her soft curves underneath me, having her give herself to me, it’s everything. I continue to slide my cock in and out as her legs grip my waist. I swallow her moans while her pussy pulses around my cock. Her body quivers with the pleasure she’s riding.

“Fucking beautiful. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you are when you come, little girl.”

“Mmm. Maybe you should make me come more often then,” she says.

“Are you challenging me?” I ask her.

“Well, you are older. I’m not sure you can keep up with me.” She smiles at me, and I didn’t realize how much I needed to see her fucking smile.

“I’m only ten years older. It’s hardly noticeable,” I tell her.

“Mmhmm, let’s see if my parents have the same thought—my parents who are only ten years older than you.” She laughs.

“Dani. Don’t talk about your parents when I have my cock buried inside you,” I tell her.

“Okay.”

Sitting up on my knees, I take hold of her wrists and pin them to the bed. Her legs are still locked around my waist. I start fucking her faster, increasing my pace while hitting home harder and harder with each thrust. Dani’s head rolls from side to side.

“Oh shit! Fuck! Alistair, it’s too much!” she screams out.

“It’s not. Come for me, little girl. Come all over my cock again. I fucking need it,” I tell her. And like the good little girl she is, she comes on command. Fucking drenching me. I pull out of her. Fisting my cock, I tug a few times and come all over her stomach. “We really need to get on birth control. I want to be able to come inside you,” I whisper against her ear.

“Uh-huh…” she mumbles in reply.

“You doing okay down there?” I ask her.

“Fine, just give me five minutes,” she says with her eyes closed.

“Hmm, now who can’t keep up with who?” I throw back at her.

I walk into the bathroom, find a washcloth, and wet it with warm water. When I turn back towards the bedroom, I find Dani passed out on the bed. I wipe her stomach and throw the washcloth on the floor. Then I adjust her, so that her head’s on the pillow, and pull the covers up before I make my way to the kitchen and grab a glass of water. As I place the glass on her bedside table, I take a moment to stare down at her.

She really is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. And for the first time in a week, I feel at peace. I climb into bed behind Dani, pull her back up against my chest, and wrap my arms around her waist. I’ve barely slept since that day in my office. And now, as I close my eyes with the smell of her hair filling my nostrils, I feel like everything is finally right in my world.