Chapter 50: Legal Services

she looked straight into his eyes. "Yes..." she admitted willingly.

"May I?"

Naomi nodded far too enthusiastically. The kind of enthusiastic nod that gave a man’s ego nourishment.

his fingers slipped beneath her underwear, entering her so easily that Dorian had to clench his jaw.

She was hot around him. Ready enough that his body reacted immediately, his cock pressing hard against his trousers and demanding significantly more space than he was willing to give it.

He ignored himself. Because this wasn’t about him. Right now, it was about her. Naomi leaned backward, bracing herself on her elbows against the desk. He kept his fingers inside her.

She waited for him to move them. He didn’t. Instead, his thumb found her clit. He watched her carefully as he began circling the swollen nub.

He simply kept his fingers inside her while his thumb worked over her clit, feeling it become harder and more sensitive beneath his touch.

Naomi’s head tipped back. "Dorian..." Her thighs tightened around him. Her fingers curled against the desk.

Dorian’s eyes dropped to her face, fascinated. "Does it feel this good when you touch yourself?" he asked. His thumb pressed a little harder.

Naomi inhaled sharply. "No..." Her hips shifted toward his hand.

"No... no..."

Heat built low inside her, winding tighter with every movement of his thumb. His fingers remained buried inside her, giving her something to clench around while the pressure kept growing.

Naomi’s elbows nearly slipped against the papers beneath her. Her breathing broke into another moan.

The pleasure was building too quickly now, making it impossible to pretend she wasn’t completely at his mercy.

"This is better, you’re better. Oh my goodness... you’re going to make me cum all over your fingers."

You wish, Dorian thought.

He had started this with a purpose, and he had no intention of getting lost somewhere in the middle of it, no matter how badly his body was beginning to disagree.

Naomi was already making that difficult.

"You’ve got the fingers of a pianist, or a guitarist... my fuck..." Her voice broke as she tightened around him, her hips pressing insistently into his hand while he kept working her clit with his thumb. She was doing it again, talking without any idea what those words were doing to him. Naomi had always been incapable of keeping her thoughts inside her head, that habit survived sexual frustration too.

And right now, every breathless word was stroking his ego almost as effectively as he was stroking her.

"You know exactly how to get me so slutty..." she murmured as she pushed herself harder against his hand.

Dorian nearly groaned.

Jesus Christ.

"I can’t even think straight right now," she continued, her head falling back as another shudder ran through her.

Dorian thought he might actually come in his trousers if she kept talking. He stared down at her, watching her lose more of that stubborn control she had been bragging about only minutes earlier. His ego was having the evening of its life.

"Oh my God!"

"Wanna cum?"

"Yes! Yes! Ooooh..."

And just as her entire body tightened in anticipation, Dorian pulled his fingers out. The look on her face was magnificent.

Pure horror.

Complete betrayal.

Dorian had seen devastated clients receive prison sentences with less shock. It made him want to abandon the entire game, spread her back across the desk and fuck her until neither of them remembered there had ever been a contract.

But that wasn’t why he had started this.

"What... what..."

Naomi blinked at him, apparently unable to force an actual sentence through the pleasure-hazed mess he had made of her brain.

he let his knuckles graze slowly over her slit through her underwear, deliberately giving her just enough contact to make her breath catch again. "Ask for my help, Naomi, and you’ll get what you want."

"Help me..."

"With what?"

"with your legal services." she said, still expectant.

Dorian pulled away from her. She stared at him, still breathing hard, completely unprepared for the sudden loss of his body between her thighs. He slipped a hand into his pocket and took out his phone. He tapped the screen, selected a number from speed dial and lifted the phone to his ear.

The call connected almost immediately. Adrian’s voice came through the speaker.

"Boss... it’s Saturday."

"I’ll be sending you a draft of a contract from Chef Bennett. I want it polished and on my desk before the end of work on Monday."

"Okay, boss," Adrian said at last.

Dorian ended the call without another word. He slipped the phone neatly back into his pocket, then looked at Naomi as though the matter had been handled with admirable efficiency. "How hard was that?"

Her brain needed a moment to catch up. "Technically," she said slowly, "I should be asking Adrian for his help."

Dorian gave her a faint smile. "Good luck with that. Come on. Let’s think of something for dinner."

Naomi’s mouth parted. He took one step away. "What... what..."

Dorian turned his head. She stared at him in disbelief.

"Where are you going?"

"Downstairs to the kitchen?" He said it like the answer should have been obvious.

Naomi looked around the room as though perhaps someone else had witnessed the last ten minutes and could confirm that she was not losing her mind. "But... you..." She stopped, because suddenly she had no idea how to say the words without sounding desperate. You promised to make me cum? Who says that?

"You said... We were busy?"

Dorian leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, watching her struggle. "Oh..." he said eventually, as though understanding had only just arrived. "That." His eyes moved over her in one slow sweep.

Her flushed face. Her swollen lips. Her thighs still parted slightly on the desk.

"You’ll have to ask for my help with that too."

Naomi’s eyes widened. He smirked then winked. The wink nearly pushed her over the edge from sexually frustrated to homicidal.

Before she could find anything heavy enough to throw, he walked out. Her mouth fell open.

"He did not!"