Page 25 of Staking His Claim
This time when I woke up, Fletcher wasn’t beside me. But he wasn’t far.
Sprawled gloriously, unabashedly naked on the high-backed chair in his bedroom, he was reading a thick manual, the golden sunlight highlighting his bronzed perfection.
But that wasn’t what made my breath catch. Well, not the primary reason.
It was the stern-looking, black-rimmed glasses that, illogically, made him even hotter.
His head snapped up when I moved, one finger marking his place as he closed the book.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” I murmured, his avid scrutiny making my skin heat all over again.
I was beginning to wonder whether I would ever get used to Fletcher’s singular focus when it came to how he watched me. Not that I was complaining.
He plucked off the glasses with his free hand and smiled. “I don’t usually but sometimes eyestrain is a bitch I have to endure. How do you feel?”
I stretched and slid out of bed.
Fletcher’s eyes caught fire as I padded over to him butt naked. When he eagerly patted his thigh, I settled in place, my arms draping around his neck.
“I feel great. Very rested.” Not entirely true.
My internal muscles were hella sore and the last few orgasms had bordered on painful, all but wrecking me. But no way was I denying myself a chance to close to Fletcher. That was what aloe vera and warm baths were for.
Besides, Monday was racing toward us at warp speed. There were several cases that needed Fletcher’s attention and after taking the rare day and a half off, I doubted he would come up for air the second he stepped into his office. I had to take my chances where I could.
“Are you’re in the mood to play, baby?”
My head bobbing, I kissed along his jaw and whispered in his ear, “I’ve always wanted to act out a stern professor, naughty student fantasy.”
His breath hissed out and his cock twitched. “Fuck, Emily.”
The book he was holding tumbled to the floor and I saw the cover.
“Is that…are you reading the firm’s HR manual?”
“Hmm. I want to head off any bullshit coming our way about our relationship.”
Delight and love soared in my heart. “And if you can’t?”
“Then I have a very smart paralegal who will help me redraft the guidelines to suit me.”
I smiled. “Spoken like the awesome, arrogant maverick attorney you are. But I could’ve saved you the trouble if you’d asked me.”
His eyebrows rose before his eyes rushed all over my naked body. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I memorized it back to front in case I ever had the opportunity to coax you into my wicked web.”
His face split into a smile that made my heart race faster. “No coaxing necessary, my love. I was yours at first sight,” he stated gruffly.
Tears prickled the backs of my eyes, but I blinked them away and moved in when he gripped the back of my head and urged me into a long, sultry kiss.
When we came up for air, his eyes were hooded and that feral look that I loved was back in place.
“Before we get carried away, tell me what you know,” he said.
“To quote the manual, ‘inter-firm relationships are strictly prohibited especially between higher and lower levels of staff. Exceptions will be made under very rigorous circumstances, such as with irrefutable proof of when such a relationship commenced, and on the understanding that neither member of staff involved in the relationship will bring a suit either against the other or against the firm upon the conclusion of said relationship. Any attempt to do so will result in an immediate countersuit and termination of both employees.’”
Fletcher dragged me deeper onto his lap and shuffled to the edge of the seat. Eyes pinned on me, he impaled me onto his cock.
