ERIC WESTIN'S APARTMENT
"What are you
doing here?"
Diane's
full
lips curl up in a mischievous grin. "I dunno. I was just sorta hoping you'd
be up for a visit."
"It's the middle
of the night," Eric
says, but Diane can already see his eyes tracing the
contours of her body.
She wastes
no time in returning the favor. The young lawyer is wearing a deep burgundy
robe, the top split open just enough to reveal a sample of his smooth,
tanned chest.
"I'm not interrupting
anything super-important, am I?" she asks.
"I--" Diane's
index finger lands softly on Eric's chest and begins traveling its way
down his hard torso. "I was just relaxing," he says.
"Excellent.
That's just the sorta thing I had in mind." She strolls past him, into
the apartment, and slips out of her short leather jacket. She keeps walking,
the heels of her boots clicking on the wood floor as she takes in the apartment.
"I love this
place," she says as she turns to face him, hands resting in the back pockets
of her jeans. "You have incredible taste."
She sees his
dimples cracking as he smiles. "I like to think so."
She begins
walking back towards him and he follows suit, shutting the door first.
His slippered feet and her boots make their own music, a symphony building
to its crescendo.
Their music
ceases when they meet in the middle of the room.
"How did I
manage to find a lawyer who would keep me so thoroughly interested?" Diane's
voice oozes with wonder, with suggestiveness, and with sheer delight as
her hand returns to his chest.
"And how did
I stumble upon the good fortune of having such an enticing client?"
She lifts her
eyebrows. "You keep saying things like that and you'll have me investigating
those legal briefs of yours in no time."
"Don't get
corny on me."
"Couldn't help
it. I've always wanted to say that," she grins, bringing her finger up
to his lips.
"I can let
it slide." He kisses the tip of her finger and then it drops, allowing
him to move in for her mouth.
He feels her
fingers moving again and then going to work. His robe flops open as the
belt falls, undone.
"Well, well,
what have we here?" she smirks. "No legal briefs. Or legal boxers, for
that matter. Lucky me."
Her mouth engulfs
his again. The heat moves back and forth between them, but when Eric feels
her slender fingers moving around under his now-opened robe, he has to
pull back.
"Diane," he
pants, "maybe I shouldn't let this happen again. We have a professional
relationship--"
"And we need
to enhance it," she says quickly, silencing him with her mouth.
His body tenses
with hesitation, but she does her best to ignore it. To her delight, his
reluctance fades away after a moment in a deep sigh and his body gives
in to her.
She takes that
as her cue to get rid of his robe entirely. And once that barrier has been
broken, there's no stopping either one of them.
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