No Defense for the Attorney

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Whitney West is a successful defense attorney, a powerful and successful woman, but her dashing client Dante reduces her to a quivering mess with his chocolate eyes and cinnamon voice. How? How does it happen that his very presence steals from her any hint of self-control and any desire for that control in the first place? He’s accused of theft, but it’s the theft of Whitney’s mind, body, and soul that he’s truly committed. Why can’t she resist? Why is she always so willing to submit? And why, when she’s bound completely, is he still talking to his cousin?

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during a very rough domination encounter. It includes bondage, submission, spanking, forced deepthroat, and rough sex. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.

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“Ah.” He sits back, lounging comfortably, and cocks an eyebrow. “I have to say, I’m surprised you find my intentions honorable.”
My fingers curl involuntarily into my palms, and I distinctly feel my inner thighs breaking out in a thin sweat from the heat of my crotch. I try to respond comically, but my tongue is the consistency of sandpaper. I take a drink of coffee instead and sputter as it burns the roof of my mouth.
“Careful, now,” he warns. To an eavesdropping third party, it would sound like a warning about slurping hot beverages. To me, though, it’s a warning about everything except that. “You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself.”
And then he stands.
“Thank you for your time, Ms. West,” he says. His voice is now warm and kind, which sounds strange coming from his lips.
“But we’ve only just begun,” I protest, getting to my feet as well.
His eyebrow lifts again, and that tantalizing smirk returns. I almost collapse back into my chair with weakness. “Oh?”
In the space of a millisecond, he reaches over my desk and wraps his hand around the back of my scalp. I’m pulled roughly forward to meet him, mouth against mouth, heat against heat, and our kiss burns a hole in my lips. My cunt is now fully alive and alert. I hear the vibrations of her desperate cries for attention, feel her drooling through my underwear and onto my legs. She wants him as bad as I do.
As quickly as it started, though, it ends. He straightens up and releases me, and I’m left abandoned beside my sex-capable chair. I bite my lower lip and taste cinnamon.
“Until later.”
My brow wrinkles in confusion. “What?”
He smirks—oh, God, does he smirk. “You said it yourself. We’ve only just begun.”