Lies That Bind (on hold temporarily)

Chapter Thirty

J A M E S

Halfway through the weekly meeting I feel Sara's hand on my thigh. We've purposely never sat next to each other before because we didn't want to draw attention to ourselves. But now that she's one of the paralegals working with me, being seen together doesn't draw as much suspicion.

And even if it does, it's not like either of the partners can say anything about it considering they've been cheating on their wives double-teaming Wilson's assistant for the last four years.

Not to mention countless interns.

I shoot Sara a look and she flashes me a subtle smirk with those fuck me eyes I'm convinced were named after her as her hands inches further up my leg.

Ever since the night of the first threesome a few weeks ago she hasn't been able to keep her hands off me. It's like seeing me with Alec sparked this innately feral side of her.

And of course that was only heightened after we spent the weekend with Alec indulging in two days worth of debauchery.

She's been on me all hours of the day. Nowhere is safe. My place, her place, our bathroom at the office, my office, the parking garage, the fucking Thai place. I'm honestly surprised I can keep up.

I had to physically pull her off of me this morning because she insisted on sleeping with my cock still inside of her.

Schwartz drones on and on about the office renovations starting next week. Making sure to mention that Sara's entire floor will be sharing space on mine. Which isn't a problem for us considering she's been using my office instead of her desk since we started the case together.

Her hand inches up higher and she's about to graze me with the tips of her fingers when I drop my hand on top of hers and pull it away.

"Behave," I mouth to her.

She takes her lip hostage between her teeth and her cheeks flush.

Twenty minutes of Sara's endless torture later, the meeting is over and I have a stiffy that's going to be almost impossible to hide.

"Are you ready to get back to work?" Sara asks with a wicked grin.

I cock a brow and groan trying to discreetly adjust myself as everyone filters out of the board room. "You're the worst."

"It's called payback, pretty boy." She winks.

"You're calling me pretty boy now too? Am I gonna need to take away your Alec privileges?" I ask, gripping her chin.

She rolls her eyes and stands from her chair, grabbing her notepad and empty coffee cup. "I'd like to see you try."

"I'm kidding," I say, with a laugh as I rest my hand on the small of her back. "But payback for what? Making you come to work today instead of fucking you all day long?"

"No," she huffs, turning out of my hold. "But I am still pissed about that."

I laugh and stand, my dick straining against my suit pants. "What then?"

Taking a step closer to me and she crosses her arms over her chest and I have to make a conscious effort to not let my gaze drop down to the swells of her breasts spilling over the top of her silky tank. "Does a remote controlled vibrator sound familiar?"

"We both know you loved every second of that."

"I did," she admits. "Doesn't mean I didn't want to make you squirm a bit, though."

I huff out a laugh and tuck her hair behind her ear. "How about I make it up to you in my office?" I ask, resting my hand on the small of her back. "We can lock the door and you can sit this pretty little ass on my desk while I make you cum with just my tongue."