LAA Law Day 2

Clean excerpt:
Placing the tea before him, his eyes gleam wickedly. “Tell me you are participating in the
auction.”
“No, I have some really sexy women and muscular men on board though. I don’t need to mar the
bidding.”
I hear an “ugh” escape his lips as he stands quickly. Before I know it, he is upon me, grasping
my wrist and hauling me towards his bedroom. My heart crashes against my ribs. I’m breathless
as he drags me to the closet door and swings it open. His hand rips at the wrapping of something
tall before me. His voice is ragged at my ear as the falling paper reveals a full length brass
embroidered framed beveled mirror. “I was going to save this for a house warming present, but
this revelation can’t wait.” I try to turn, but he steps into my back and wraps an arm tightly
around my waist. As my head begins to drop, not wanting to look at myself, his free hand grasps
my chin, forcing it upward with suppressed violence. “Look at yourself” he commands, but as I
look up, my stare catches his resplendent features, his eyes bore into mine, filled with
determination. “Look at yourself” he commands again and moves his hand, sweeping my long
inky hair to one side and then running his fingertips from my temple ever so slowly down my
cheek, gliding over my pulsing carotid artery. Caressing my neck, his eyes and voice soften.
“Ann please, you need to see what I see. Look at yourself, your blushing and you are beautiful.”
His hand moves again to my temple and his breath tickles my ear as he rasps softly. “Your eyes
are the color of twilight signaling the end of a busy day while smoldering with the promise of a
tumultuous and passionate night. His thumb caresses my cheeks. “They are so soft, yet burn with
an inexperience that calls to even the hungriest part of a man to be gentle and loving. His thumb
glides across my lips. “They are pale but lush and filled with the promise of even a tender caress
igniting a man’s passion, desire, a want that only your kiss could satisfy.” My eyes tear from my
lips and I glimpse the heat and lust in his eyes. His words ignite embers of desire within me that
burst into flames. I want to turn, to take the lips of the man whose words are stacking boulders
before the entrance of my cave of self-loathing and doubt, but his hold is unyielding. His free
hand moves to the hem of my oversized sweatshirt as the hand around my waist picks at the
other end, lifting it over my head. I am standing naked from the waist up as his arm once again
circles my waist holding me tightly to his solid frame. I swallow hard as my cheeks turn crimson.
I feel as if I will combust despite my lack of attire.
Nicholas’ free hand glides from my waist, up my torso caressing the side of my breast. “Perfect”
He hums. “You should be in satins, your skin soft as silk. He nuzzles my neck and a lightning
bolt of need rumbles through me. I turn breaking his hold, slipping my fingers under his t-shirt,
my hands skim up his marble torso, around his strong back, stretching up, straining against his
ribbed abdomen, lifting my lips, he bends and claims mine, soft at first, but growing insistent as
my hands drop to his hem and I strain to pull up his shirt, to feel him against me. He leans his
upper body away from me slightly allowing his shirt to rise, never breaking contact with my lips
until he swiftly moves, removing his shirt and crushing me to his bare chest. The light smattering
of his hair tickles my nipples. His hands grasp the back of my thighs, lifting me. Wrapping my
legs around his lean waist, he moves backward and crawls slowly up the bed. Kneeling, his
muscles ripple under my greedy hands as he pulls the duvet down while still holding me to him
tightly. The cool sheets offer no relief to my inflamed body which craves only to be closer. His
kiss is forceful. He parts my lips invading my mouth, feeding my starving desires, awakening the
beast within me with the beast in him. My hands claw his back, pulling him closer, wanting to
crawl inside him as a passion which I never imagined could exist but now crave more than air to
breathe consumes me. A vortex rumbles my inner core, building.
My hands slip beneath the waistband of his sweats, grabbing…

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Placing the tea before him, his eyes gleam wickedly. “Tell me you are participating in the
auction.”
“No, I have some really sexy women and muscular men on board though. I don’t need to mar the
bidding.”
I hear an “ugh” escape his lips as he stands quickly. Before I know it, he is upon me, grasping
my wrist and hauling me towards his bedroom. My heart crashes against my ribs. I’m breathless
as he drags me to the closet door and swings it open. His hand rips at the wrapping of something
tall before me. His voice is ragged at my ear as the falling paper reveals a full length brass
embroidered framed beveled mirror. “I was going to save this for a house warming present, but
this revelation can’t wait.” I try to turn, but he steps into my back and wraps an arm tightly
around my waist. As my head begins to drop, not wanting to look at myself, his free hand grasps
my chin, forcing it upward with suppressed violence. “Look at yourself” he commands, but as I
look up, my stare catches his resplendent features, his eyes bore into mine, filled with
determination. “Look at yourself” he commands again and moves his hand, sweeping my long
inky hair to one side and then running his fingertips from my temple ever so slowly down my
cheek, gliding over my pulsing carotid artery. Caressing my neck, his eyes and voice soften.
“Ann please, you need to see what I see. Look at yourself, your blushing and you are beautiful.”
His hand moves again to my temple and his breath tickles my ear as he rasps softly. “Your eyes
are the color of twilight signaling the end of a busy day while smoldering with the promise of a
tumultuous and passionate night. His thumb caresses my cheeks. “They are so soft, yet burn with
an inexperience that calls to even the hungriest part of a man to be gentle and loving. His thumb
glides across my lips. “They are pale but lush and filled with the promise of even a tender caress
igniting a man’s passion, desire, a want that only your kiss could satisfy.” My eyes tear from my
lips and I glimpse the heat and lust in his eyes. His words ignite embers of desire within me that
burst into flames. I want to turn, to take the lips of the man whose words are stacking boulders
before the entrance of my cave of self-loathing and doubt, but his hold is unyielding. His free
hand moves to the hem of my oversized sweatshirt as the hand around my waist picks at the
other end, lifting it over my head. I am standing naked from the waist up as his arm once again
circles my waist holding me tightly to his solid frame. I swallow hard as my cheeks turn crimson.
I feel as if I will combust despite my lack of attire.
Nicholas’ free hand glides from my waist, up my torso caressing the side of my breast. “Perfect”
He hums. “You should be in satins, your skin soft as silk. He nuzzles my neck and a lightning
bolt of need rumbles through me. I turn breaking his hold, slipping my fingers under his t-shirt,
my hands skim up his marble torso, around his strong back, stretching up, straining against his
ribbed abdomen, lifting my lips, he bends and claims mine, soft at first, but growing insistent as
my hands drop to his hem and I strain to pull up his shirt, to feel him against me. He leans his
upper body away from me slightly allowing his shirt to rise, never breaking contact with my lips
until he swiftly moves, removing his shirt and crushing me to his bare chest. The light smattering
of his hair tickles my nipples. His hands grasp the back of my thighs, lifting me. Wrapping my
legs around his lean waist, he moves backward and crawls slowly up the bed. Kneeling, his
muscles ripple under my greedy hands as he pulls the duvet down while still holding me to him
tightly. The cool sheets offer no relief to my inflamed body which craves only to be closer. His
kiss is forceful. He parts my lips invading my mouth, feeding my starving desires, awakening the
beast within me with the beast in him. My hands claw his back, pulling him closer, wanting to
crawl inside him as a passion which I never imagined could exist but now crave more than air to
breathe consumes me. A vortex rumbles my inner core, building.
My hands slip beneath the waistband of his sweats, grabbing his flexing buttocks. He gasps at
my boldness and his lips glide down my neck, suckling it softly before his tongue traces a nipple
of my aching breasts. Drawing one into his mouth, his left fingertips brush slowly over my right
breast before tugging the nipple, his teasing tongue and kneading hand nurtures the twister
within me. My head falls back and my hips buck up as I climax with the eruption of an active
volcano, complete with lava engulfing every cell of my being. As I return from somewhere
between the heavens and this plane, my greedy hands push down his waistband and grasp his
heated erection. His length is solid as steel and I feel the beads of his excitement as I run my
fingers over his crown and down his impressive member. My mind is scattered, all reason is lost.
All I want is to feel him inside me, possessing me, filling me. Bucking my hips up to him and
gliding my covered sex against him, his labored breathing is at my ear and his voice is barely a
rasped whisper. “Are you sure about this?”
“I am and I am on the pill.” Heated blood pulses through me, my heart pounds in my chest, and
the desperate need to have him inside me renders me unable to say more. As his eyes inquire
once more, I nod. His lips and teeth clatter with mine before claiming me. He moves so his pants
are no longer at his knees and removes mine before straining to reach into a draw, ensuring his
stare never leaves mine. Removing a condom, I grasp his hand and break free from his lips.
Despite my being on the pill, Barrett always wore a condom to block our most intimate contact,
stop our connection. Tonight, I want that connection, need it, can’t live one more minute without
it. “Please don’t”
In that moment, his eyes register an understanding of my need to feel connected to him on the
most intimate of levels. He drops the package to the floor, his palms cradle my face and his stare
intensifies. “I want to feel our connection too, to feel you, to be with only you.” His tone holds
nothing but sincerity and in that instant I melt.
Positioning himself just above me, he gently glides my legs apart with his knee, sliding his
erection toward my opening.