Lawson hooks two fingers beneath the lace at my hip and pulls my panties to the side. "Lawson-" "Quiet." His voice is calm. Almost bored. Then two fingers slide inside me. I bury my face against his chest before the sound can escape. Expensive cologne. Crisp white shirt. The soft wool of a suit jacket that probably costs more than my rent pressed against my cheek while his fingers curl inside me beneath the law-library table. "There?" My hand fists in his jacket. He does it again. Harder. My moan disappears into thousands of dollars of tailored fabric. Lawson smiles against my temple. "That's what I thought." His thumb finds my clit. I tremble. "You know," he murmurs, curling his fingers into that same spot again, "for someone studying to be an attorney, you're remarkably easy to cross-examine." I can't even answer. His mouth brushes my ear. "One finger in the right place and suddenly you tell me everything." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The law was simple: don't cross the line. Falling for him destroyed it. It was never supposed to happen. Not with him. Not like this. Linelle is used to control-her future, her ambition, her place in a world that demands perfection. Lawson Conrad is used to something even more dangerous: restraint. Married. Respected. Untouchable. Until one moment changes everything. What begins as a mistake quickly becomes something harder to contain. Not love. Not just desire. Something quieter. More calculated. More dangerous. Because they don't lose control all at once- They give it up, piece by piece. And by the time either of them decides to stop- it's already too late.
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