He raised her hand to his lips, barely touching it to his mouth for a light kiss. “I would keep your secrets. So will the rest of the firm. We’re very big on that sort of thing.” He felt a sizzle when her lips parted slightly.
“I’m glad to hear that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“If you join us, will you tell us your secrets?” God, he wanted to kiss her.
She cleared her throat, hesitating.
Justice lowered her hand, this time into his lap. “I’ll tell you one of my secrets if you tell me one of yours.”
“What sort of secret?” she asked.
She was blushing, just a hint of rosiness to her cheeks. What is she thinking? he wondered. “Any sort of secret.”
She lowered her chin coyly. “You go first.”
“Okay, one of my secrets.” He drew her hand further into his lap. She didn’t pull away. “I like to be in control during sex. Now, your turn.”
* * * *
Lauren felt heat rush up from her center to her face. She fought not to pull her hand from his just to fan herself. He liked to be in control during sex. Whew! That was very personal and to the point. But oddly, it didn’t bother her in the least. As a matter of fact, it intrigued her.
“I’m not sure how to respond to that,” she said, figuring she should not reveal too much since this was supposed to be a job interview, so to speak. “That’s very personal, and I’m glad you feel you can trust me with something that is so personal but—”
“You don’t feel you can trust me, is that it?” he asked, interrupting.
“No, it’s not…Okay, here’s something personal about me. I don’t like to be in control during sex. I like to be controlled.” Butterflies were beating their wings wildly against the walls of her stomach. She had never admitted that to anyone except a few people, and one of them had betrayed her with that information. But Justice felt like a person she actually could trust. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt some sort of deep connection to him.
“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked, a smile lighting his face. He leaned forward, his eyes traveling over her face, his gaze hesitating on her lips before moving back to look her in the eye. “So I like to be in control, and you like to be controlled. Sounds like we’re very compatible.”
Kiss me. Take me. Here. Now.Her thoughts burned sizzling sparks through her body. “Yes, it does.” Her throat was so tight with need she could hardly speak. “But, what does this conversation have to do with me being an associate at Cane, Moss, and White?”
“It has everything to do with it. If you can trust me, and the others, of course, then we can trust you. We can confide in you, and you will respect our confidences. As we will respect yours.” His voice was low and soothing. “And…we can share things with you, things we share with no one else. Things that bond us together.”
He was close now, had moved closer with every word he spoke. Lauren could feel his breath against her lips, warm and moist. Warm. Moist. Exactly like she felt inside. She searched his eyes. There was heat in his gaze.
“This is what bonding camp is about?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
“This and more.” He dipped his head and brushed his lips across hers.
She closed her eyes and swayed toward him.
“Are you willing to bond with us, Lauren? Are you willing to let us get to know you? Completely?” he asked.
Her breasts felt swollen, nipples tingling. There was only one answer. “Yes,” she breathed.
His mouth closed over hers, his tongue sliding past her lips. Lauren moaned, giving in to her desire for him, her need for him. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting, tangling with her own. She felt a rush of heat spread over her, circling her waist then diving down lower.
“You like to be controlled,” he said, breaking the kiss.
She blinked, her vision blurred in a sexual haze. “Yes.”
“Then you shall get what you like,” he said. “If this goes too far, if you feel you’ve had enough or are at your limit, just say stop. Agreed?”
She nodded, her insides trembling with the need for him to take her and make her his own. “Agreed.”
Justice leaned back and took her hands. “Stand up.” He rose from the couch, pulling her up with him.
Lauren’s legs felt watery. She placed her hands on his shoulders, wanting to dig her fingers in, wanting to pull his mouth down to hers again. She wanted him to take the lead…
“Turn around,” he said, his voice low and forceful.
She turned, her back now to him.
He stepped up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist. His hands splayed across her stomach then slid upward, cupping her breasts.
Lauren leaned her head back against him and bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes as his fingers grazed her nipples through the fabric of her dress.
“Raise your arms and put them around my neck,” he instructed. “Then spread your legs.”
She snaked her arms around his neck, the movement shoving her breasts forward. She parted her legs, widening her stance. She felt his erection, hard and full, nestled against her bottom. “Like this?” she asked.
He rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending sparks shooting through her breasts. “Yes, like that.” One of his hands moved down, down to the hem of her dress, and pulled it up. “What do you have under here?” he asked. Then his hand was at the waistband of her panties, sliding inside them. “Are you ready for me?” His finger dipped into her cleft.
Lauren shuddered. “Yes. Yes, I’m ready.”