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  Jill nodded. “I’d actually completely forgotten about that. Junior partner. I mean, Mac has mentioned it to me a few times but nothing’s set in stone.”

  “Well, figure all that out and then come on back and live with me forever and ever.” Lilly took Jill’s face in her hands. “I just know you’re the kind of girl who likes to tie up loose ends.”

  The next morning, after several hugs and kisses and promises to return, Jill drove back, honking into reality. She didn’t feel ready for her fantasy to end. The thick New York air felt suffocating compared to the fresh farm air Jill had been breathing all weekend. The people in the cars all around her were angry, red, and sweating. As Jill thought back to Jade’s bronzed back with her dark cascading hair and gentle tongue, she wondered whatever possessed her to be an attorney in New York City. Why, she wondered, was being stressed out all the time a dream?

  * * * *

  “Well, don’t you look well rested?”

  Mac greeted Jill at her office door the next day with a warm smile.

  “I’m not sure what magic you pulled with the Davidson case, but they called and are all too willing to settle. Great job, Jill. Keep this up and you will be rewarded.”

  Mac patted Jill’s shoulder and hurried off to his own office. Jill smiled to herself as her outlook on her job softened.

  “Oh, before I forget,” Mac sprinted back to Jill. “You have an intern waiting for you in your office.”

  “Wait—what?” Jill paused before going into her office. “What do you mean I have an intern?”

  “My idiot son was supposed to tell you. Apparently we have some kind of setup with NYU Law. We take on a couple of their 2L students, and get a pretty convenient tax credit. Jason was supposed to take this one on, but surprise, surprise, he’s out cake-tasting with his betrothed.”

  “Oh, uhm…” Jill stuttered.

  “Just let him get you coffee and make copies for you. It’ll be great, it’s like having a servant you don’t have to pay.” Mac’s phone started to ring, and he gave Jill a thumbs up as he rushed off.

  Jill shook her head. She remembered being an intern at legal services in the Bronx and it was awful. She spent most of her days crying in a bathroom stall. Her supervising attorney had definitely been an SS soldier in his past life.

  Jill opened the door to her office to see a stocky, muscular man who looked completely lost in a suit. His chiseled face was hidden under dark brown scruff that reached down to his neck, and his deep brown stare looked so eager to please that Jill couldn’t help but bite her lip in excitement. He and Jill locked eyes for what seemed like minutes. A peculiar feeling was bubbling in Jill. It felt as though someone had poured soda and pop rocks into her stomach. Pleasure, excitement, and growing anticipation all combined into one force inside Jill—just from looking into his deep, brown eyes.

  “Hi, hello… I’m sorry for just sort of hanging out in your office like this.” The man nervously walked over to Jill with his hand stretched out.

  “You must be Jill… I’m sorry, Ms. Devlin. I’m Chris Johnson.”

  An awkward smile spread across Chris’s face. It was slightly crooked, which Jill found impossibly endearing.

  Jill shook Chris’s hand and tried to smile as warmly as she could to put him at ease. She led him over to the chair on the opposite side of her desk. Jill noticed his shirt buttons struggling against Chris’s broad, muscular chest under his ill-fitting jacket and immediately found herself wondering what her hands would look like running down his pecs.

  “Well, Chris, it’s very nice to meet you. So what year are you in again?” Jill internally composed herself as her mind painted a vivid picture of a shirtless Chris roughly pulling her skirt up above her Pilates-toned ass.

  “Going into my second year, Ms. Devlin. I’m what you would call a ‘non-traditional student’.” Chris put air quotes around his sentence, confusing Jill.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t follow?” Jill folded her hands in front of her, pushing her breasts up enough to try to tease Chris. She wasn’t sure if it was the weekend in Vermont or residual effects from the mushrooms, but she was still feeling extremely horny. It wasn’t helping that Chris’s suit pants were just slightly too small and Jill could make out the very distinct outline of his thick cock as he spread his legs to get comfortable.

  “Oh, I just meant that I started law school a little later than most people. I’m thirty-three. At NYU they call us non-traditional. You know, people with kids or day jobs, or just people who’ve gotten off to kind of a late start. I wanted to wait until my daughter started school before I went back myself.” Chris laughed. “It was kinda funny—we both went school supply shopping together… oh I’m sorry, you don’t want to hear about that.” Chris straightened up in his chair.

  Jill smiled nervously. “No, please go on. Your wife and you and your daughter went school supply shopping…”

  “Oh no, just my daughter and I… I’m divorced.”

  “Ah!” Jill didn’t know why, but for some reason, she clapped her hands under her desk. “Well, then.” Jill wondered just when it was that she transformed back into her awkward, babbling teenaged self.

  “Uh, that was a creative way to find out if I’m married, though. Well done.”

  Mortified, Jill kept her too big smile plastered on her face. Oh my God, he is going to sue me for sexual harassment. Jill had never been this way around a man before. She was usually more comfortable around men than women. They were so easy to manipulate if you knew how to point your boobs and your ass. But now, with Chris’s dark, soulful eyes staring at her in quiet amusement, she felt completely out of her element.

  Chris’s smile started to fade, and his hands flew up in front of his face.

  “Oh my God… I’m so sorry, that was way unprofessional. I’m sorry, Ms. Devlin, I used to work at a garage and we would just spend the day ribbing each other. I shouldn’t have brought that kind of thing in here. I’m sorry.”

  It took a moment for Jill to realize what Chris was so emphatically apologizing for. After calming Chris down with a smirk and wave of her hand, Jill got up and went over to her little liquor cabinet that was hidden inside a giant globe.

  “I think we could both use a drink to loosen up. How’s that sound, Chris? You aren’t opposed to a drink at…” Jill glanced at her watch, “11:00 a.m. are you?”

  “I’m not opposed to a drink at any time, Ms. Devlin.” Chris grinned as Jill handed him a small tumbler of aged scotch. As she handed off the chubby glass, the tips of Jill’s fingers lingered for a moment longer than needed on the back of Chris’s tanned hand. She felt an immediate jolt of electricity that she prayed he felt too.

  Jill didn’t particularly care for scotch, but Mac had given her a bottle last Christmas and this felt like the type of situation aged scotch existed for.

  “I’m sorry if I’m a little off.” Jill smiled as she swirled the amber liquid around in her glass. “I was traveling this weekend, and I haven’t quite gotten my bearings. Oh, and please for God’s sake, call me Jill. Ms. Devlin was my father.”

  Chris looked deeply into Jill’s eyes before his face split into a huge smile at Jill’s joke. “You know, Jill, I’m kinda surprised. I figured my internship would have consisted of my fetching Metamucil for some decrepit old lawyer and not actually talking to anyone.”

  “Well, don’t take fetching Metamucil off the table yet.” Jill looked around her office, searching for something to give Chris to do that wouldn’t just be busy work. “How are you with writing memos? As I remember, it was the bane of every law student’s existence.”

  “I’m not too shabby.” Chris straightened up and adjusted his tie. “What have you got for me?”

  Jill got up and walked across her office. She hoped Chris was appreciating the view she was giving him. She was wearing her favorite, ultra-clingy emerald green pencil skirt that made her ass look like it should be bouncing next to a rapper’s face in a music video. She grabbed a thick
folder off the top of her filing cabinet and brought it over to Chris. As she handed the folder off to him, she caught a whiff of Chris’s masculine, outdoorsy scent. It reminded her of a crackling campfire and pipe tobacco—a combination that never failed to make Jill weak.

  She tried to shake off her trance. “Read through this… it’s a pretty interesting case. This lady is suing our client for not disclosing the high rise she bought is haunted.”

  Chris flipped through the folder. “Huh—must be a pretty trendy ghost. A high rise in TriBeca?”

  Jill rolled her eyes. “You’ll find most of the cases we deal with are frivolous and petty. I apologize in advance.”

  “Oh, that’s fine by me. I’m not one of those ‘save the world through the justice system’ types. I just want a job my daughter can be proud to say her dad does. The more frivolous the lawsuit the better, if you ask me. At least it makes for some fun reading.” Chris slapped the front of the folder with his palm. “Mind if I set up shop over there?”

  He pointed to the small loveseat that sat collecting dust in the corner of Jill’s office.

  Jill nodded. “Of course. Uh—for what it’s worth, you sound like a really great dad.”

  Chris looked up from the open folder and smirked at Jill. “I’m blushing, boss.”

  * * * *

  Jill couldn’t help stealing glances at Chris as he poured over the case file. She grinned at the way his eyebrows knitted together when he read. She could tell he needed glasses, but was probably one of those stubborn men who didn’t want to admit it. She wanted him—badly. His face was kind and unassuming, but there was a hungry, animalistic quality about him that was making Jill wetter by the minute. Jill tried to fight through the fog of desire that was clouding her judgment. Her usually confident, poised self was disappearing under Chris’s spell. She wondered what it was about Chris that made her feel both overly sexual and bashful at the same time.

  She couldn’t focus on any of the work in front of her. Every time she looked down, she just pictured Chris pinning her down on top of the case briefs that littered her desk. His muscles would bulge with every deep thrust…

  “Knock, knock… am I interrupting anything fun in here?”

  Jill groaned at the sight of Jason in her doorway. She’d been so wrapped up in imagining what Chris would feel like inside her, she hadn’t smelled Jason’s body spray from down the hall.

  “I was just wondering if you could proof these for me. I didn’t have time to go over them and I need to get them to Judge Sanders like yesterday. Please? If you do, I’ll let you bring a date to my wedding.” Jason smirked as he tossed two manila envelopes on Jill’s desk. “You can have the kid do it if you want.” Jason stuck his thumb as Chris, who finally looked up from his work.

  “Is this your secretary—I’m sorry, assistant?” Chris asked Jill, smiling.

  Jason’s cocky smirk fell from his face, and he narrowed his eyes at Chris. “Not really, kid. My name’s on the shingle outside.”

  Jill snorted into her hand, and Jason shot her a poisonous look.

  “Something funny, Devlin?” Jason leaned against the doorframe and stared into Jill’s office with disdain.

  “Well, it’s just that… it’s your father’s name on the shingle outside, Jay.” Jill went back to her work, but couldn’t help peeking at Jason’s face, which was slowly turning a deep shade of red.

  “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a lot of work to do.” Jill got up from her desk to walk Jason out of her office. When he opened his mouth to say something, Jill cut him off.

  “We’ll have these proofed for you, too. How’s that, Jason?”

  Jason scowled before storming out of the office. Chris and Jill stared at each other for a moment before dissolving into hushed laughter.

  * * * *

  “You knew exactly who Jason was, didn’t you?”

  Jill looked at Chris over her coffee mug. They’d spent the entire day buried in the haunted high-rise case’s paperwork, so Jill decided to take Chris out for a coffee before he left for the day to pick up his daughter.

  “Oh yeah—he’s kind of a legendary asshole. Everyone warned me about him at school when I said I was interning at Lane & Shaw. Apparently he never does anything, turns in other people’s work, and keeps getting promoted ahead. All because of his dad.”

  Jill nodded. “Well that’s true—as you saw, but Mac’s a good guy. I don’t think he really likes his own son.”

  Chris shrugged. “Still—I don’t really trust that whole nepotism scene. It just seems like no matter how much work you put in, you’ll never stack up against his spawn.”

  Jill sipped her coffee. “True. Damn spawn.”

  During their coffee break, Jill learned Chris had gotten divorced three years ago after his wife left him to find herself in California.

  “All she found out there were experimental designer drugs and music festivals… we haven’t seen her since she left.” Chris didn’t speak bitterly about his ex-wife. He was very calm and matter-of-fact about being divorced so young.

  Jill also learned that Chris was from Vermont, and it was his dream to return there someday.

  “Serena, that’s my kid, she loves Vermont. I don’t think she’s much of a New York City girl. She’s a farmer—it’s in her blood. Her grandfather—my dad—owns a huge farm up in Maine. I tell ya, I’ve never seen a kid pick tomatoes the way she does. I mean, all her classmates are screwing around with phones and tablets and I got Old MacDonald.” Chris smiled with the glowing pride only a father could show. “I guess I really lucked out, huh?”

  Jill nodded. “You really did. The other day, I saw a kid in a Starbucks paying for a latte with his watch.”

  Jill and Chris shared a good-natured eye roll, and she thought briefly of telling Chris about her recent Vermont journey, before deciding against it. She wanted to maintain some semblance of professionalism, at least until she found herself under him.

  “Have you thought of transferring to Vermont Law?” Jill asked before blowing on her coffee.

  “Maybe.” Chris scratched his chin. “I need someone to push me, I think.” Chris leaned back in his seat and Jill worried that their conversation had run its course.

  “So tell me about this wedding. That asshat actually found a woman to marry him?”

  Relieved, Jill grinned. “Oh yeah, Dawna LaFawna is her name, and stripping is her game. She’s actually a nice girl—she could do much better.”

  “I take it you don’t have a date yet? I’m only asking because it looks like you just got the okay to bring someone based on your proofreading skills.”

  “Why no, I do not. You’re quite astute, Mr. Johnson.”

  “I mean, you could easily get a date of course… I wasn’t saying anything like that.”

  Jill reached out and put her hand on Chris’s forearm. “No offense taken.” She let her hand linger on his arm for a long time.

  Chris looked like he wanted to say something. His gaze grew dark and he leaned across the table as if he was about to whisper something delicious and dirty in her ear. Maybe he would tell her to meet him in the bathroom so he could bend her over and plunge his huge, throbbing cock inside her while she screamed in that sought-after mix of pleasure and pain.

  “I have to go,” he said. He had caught a glance of Jill’s watch as he leaned over. “I need to pick Serena up from camp.” He jumped up from the table and threw down some cash. “Oh God—I’m so sorry… I really wanted to… well, I’ll see you tomorrow at the office, right?”

  Chris smiled and jogged out of the coffee shop to catch a cab. Jill watched as his cab departed and wondered what it was he had planned to say to her before seeing the time.

  * * * *

  Getting dressed for work the next day gave Jill the very same feeling of butterflies in her stomach that she used to have when getting dressed for high school every morning. Back then, she was trying to impress the captain of the baseball team. She would wear her skirts s
o short she would be sent the principal’s office, but it was always worth it if Skylar Higgins so much as glanced in her direction. She shook her head at how pathetic she was back then while laying out a particularly un-lawyerish ensemble on her bed.

  At the office, Jill had already finished most of her work by the time Chris showed up. He knocked gently on Jill’s door before opening it slowly. Jill’s whole body perked up as Chris let himself in. Her nipples grew hard and sensitive against the silk of her bra. Tiny, electric sparks that started in her chest made their way down to her pelvis before flickering insatiably in her pussy.

  “Good morning, Jill.”

  Chris smiled and held Jill’s gaze long enough for her to know he had definitely pictured her naked. He took a seat on the loveseat in the corner and took the high-rise case file out to read. Jill stared down at the paperwork she’d already gone over twice before deciding to, as Lilly would say, steer her own destiny.

  She got up from her desk and walked over to Chris. His gaze followed every step she made, and it got hungrier as she neared.

  Jill leaned over the couch, daring Chris to look straight at her propped up, milky cleavage. Without missing a second, Chris looked directly into Jill’s eyes before pulling her head close to his.

  When he finally kissed her, Chris tasted like peppermint and freshly mown grass—clean, but incredibly rugged. He handled her body like a master craftsman. He deftly pulled her on top of him without any effort at all, and before Jill knew it, Chris was on top of her, in the dominating way she’d imagined the entire night before. Jill didn’t even care that her door was unlocked, in fact—it turned her on considering anybody could walk in and see her underneath Chris, with her long legs wrapped around his waist. She pulled his pelvis closer to hers as he kissed her. Hungrily. His tongue was perfect.

  She gasped with pleasure as his tongue slowly made its way to her neck. He licked all the way down to the top of her breasts before stopping and smiling. The teasing made Jill burn even hotter. She wanted to devour Chris, and she wanted him to devour her but he was going to make her wait for it. Finally, he roughly pulled off her shirt, sending buttons flying across the room. Chris bit his lip at the sight of Jill’s perky, perfectly round breasts as they strained against her black, barely-there bra. With one motion of his hand, the bra was on the floor. He buried his head between her breasts, kissing them before wrapping his mouth around her nipple and sucking softly as Jill grinded against him. She knew his cock was going to hurt. She could feel what felt like a thick baton straining against his pants.