The Law of Attraction
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I broke our kiss to gulp some air and then attacked his neck, biting and licking and kissing him while building the rhythm of my strokes. I added my other hand to gently cup his balls.
“Yes or no?” I panted.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Squeeze a little but be careful.” I did what he asked and his breathing became ragged. His fingers slid in and out of me while he kept the pressure on my clit continuously, and I panted and tried not to moan. I had to bury my mouth against his neck to keep myself quiet. In case you were unaware, trying to come in a public place in ten minutes is not exactly an easy feat for a woman. I knew that I would have to work to pull this one off.
I tried to relax my body and just let my orgasm build. Luckily, he had very skilled fingers. If anyone could get me there, he could. I felt myself getting closer and I just allowed the sensations to wash over me, emptying my mind of everything and just focusing on the intensely pleasurable feeling between my legs. Braden was breathing very heavily and I knew that he could probably come right then but that he was waiting for me. I just needed to… let… go.
I gasped and my inner muscles clenched and pulsed as a tremor passed through my body. As soon as he sensed me coming he groaned and came in my hand. Thank God there was a box of tissues on that desk too. We stood there panting for a moment and then he kissed me lightly on the lips.
“I needed that,” he said, as his breathing returned to normal.
“Me too.” We managed to clean up enough to make it to the restroom in the lobby with a minute to spare, and we were just walking in the courtroom door when the judge took the bench. Both of us were noticeably calmer and more relaxed. Judge Channing wasn’t ready to rule on the motion yet so we just picked up where we had left off and finished our cases. Afterward, we all packed up our stuff and got ready to go.
“So, did you two have a productive case conference?” Adam asked with a smile.
“They must have, judging by how happy they looked when they got back,” Jess commented. A deputy came into the courtroom and called out.
“We need a PD to talk to a guy in lock up! A Mr.” he checked the file, “DeWayne Johnson.”
“Oh I know that case,” Adam said. “That’s the gentleman from the North Philly “social club” charged with triple homicide.”
“I’ll take it,” I said.
“Hold on!” Braden stopped me. “You can’t go have a chat with a gang banger in lock up.”
“Why not?”
“He’s violent.”
“That’s probably why he’s charged with triple homicide, Braden. Although I will point out that he’s innocent until proven guilty even if he is a gangsta.”
“There must be a male PD around.”
“I’ve interviewed violent males before and this guy’s just a shooter anyway. I feel reasonably confident that they took the gun away from him when they arrested him.”
“Yeah, but they’ll lock you in with him. By the time they opened the door he could hurt you.”
“Well they’re not going to let him out to come see me. Where do you think I meet my clients? Starbucks?”
“I don’t know why, I guess I just never thought about you going to do that kind of stuff. I thought your office would only send guys or at least not twenty-six-year-old women. It’s a serious case and they should have a senior defender in there anyway.”
“I’ll just see what he needs and then if I can’t or shouldn’t handle it I’ll get help, but I do this all the time. Half of the lawyers in my office are female and better to send a twenty-six-year-old than a sixty-year-old. Besides, my job is no more dangerous than yours is. You go out to actual crime scenes and you’re the dude trying to put the bad guys away.”
“I guess so.” He didn’t look happy about it though. “I’m going to call you tonight.”
“To assure yourself that I made it out alive?”
“I want to talk to you about something and also continue our conversation from the other day.”
* * *
That night at nine o'clock I was sitting in bed drinking herbal tea and watching Antiques Roadshow just like most twenty-six-year-olds, (okay, not really), when Braden called.
“Mr. Pierce.”
“Ms. Ginsberg. I have a different kind of privacy issue to discuss with you. I know that tomorrow is supposed to be your choice but my parents want us to spend the weekend. Is that too weird for you? I know we just started dating and we’re planning to get freaky tomorrow, so if it’s too weird, just tell me.”
“Are your parents going to be in the room when we get freaky?”
“They likely won’t even be in the house. They usually go out Friday nights after dinner. My younger brother and sister do too and I’m sure they’ll invite us along but I would rather stay in and have hot, sweaty monkey sex with you.”
“You’re sure that they want me to come too? Maybe they just want to spend time with you before the fundraiser thing.”
“I think that they especially want you to come. Have I mentioned that they think twenty-seven is a good age to start thinking about settling down? Like I said, if this is too much pressure after two dates, then I completely understand. They’re just extremely excited that I’m having a relationship of more than a couple of hours in duration. It’s been a while.”
“I’m okay with it, I guess, if you are. I’m sometimes a bit awkward around people I don’t know well yet, but I clean up pretty well and I could probably make myself presentable.”
“My brother Drew is much more socially awkward than you are.”
“Thanks.” I laughed. “He and I will probably get along well.”
“I’m sure he’ll want to get along well with you. He’s a twenty-three-year-old player.”
“You must be his hero.”
“I will be after he meets you. I’ll tell my mom it’s okay then, and that you can just stay with me. I’m sorry that this isn’t exactly the sexiest location for us to finally get to sleep together.”
“Braden, we made each other come in an interview room at the courthouse today.”
“That’s a good point.” He laughed. “That was also pretty impressive teamwork if I must say so myself. Are you in bed?”
“Yeah, I’m watching Antiques Roadshow.”
“Me too. So now we can say that we've watched TV in bed together.”