Free Body of Law (Body of Law #1) by Amanda Lance Page A

soft smell of her soap had me reaching for the zipper at the back of her skirt, pulling like a madman to get her out of it.
    She smiled against my cheek, using her knuckles to push me away. “Let me.”
    After a week of making me watch her glide around the office without so much as batting one of those pretty eyes in my direction, Violet was going to try and tell me what to do? I had spent every night fantasizing about her. Not a chance in hell.
    “No.” I spun her around, and pushed my hard-on into her. “You’ll do what I tell you.”
    “Wh—”
    One of my fingers against her lips silenced her completely. “Shut up. From now on, you’ll only speak when spoken to.” I ran my hand under her blouse and she shivered. “Is that understood?”
    “I—”
    I smacked her ass. Hard.
    “Should we try this again?”
    Opening her lips to speak, she quickly closed them again. She nodded and looked away.
    “Good. Now take your shirt off.”
    I walked away to get a better view, surprised that her slim fingers quickly worked to undo the buttons. As much as I enjoyed the view of her exposed skin, it felt too rushed, too hastened. If this was the last moral threshold I was going to break, then I at least wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.
    “Slowly.”
    Violet bit her bottom lip so hard that I thought it might draw blood. I smiled and enjoyed the way her fingernails worked the buttons while her fingers trembled. I took another step back so that I could sit on the sofa while I stroked myself. As if on cue, she followed me
    “Good girl.” I reached forward to cup one of her breasts, before I traced the lace of her bra. “Now take this off.”
    I adored the flush on her face as she revealed the rest of herself to me. Like I’d hoped, her nipples were a subtle pink, perfectly placed, like the dot over an “i.” She pushed herself into me and I took one of them in my mouth.
    With the part of me that could think properly, I knew I didn’t want to take her in my bed. It seemed like an insult, considering how many women had been there before her. She deserved better than dirty sheets and reminders of my recklessness. She deserved better than me.
    Still, it was all I could give her. And for now, that was going to have to do.
    “Take off my pants.” My voice sounded harsh, even to me. But if she was afraid or even remotely nervous, Violet didn’t show it, smiling wide and working the buckle of my belt like a pro.
    Once we were out of the rest of our clothes I laid her down on the couch, kissing her hard enough to make her weak. I hadn’t been lying or exaggerating when I told her I was going to corrupt her, ruin her for any man she’d ever have after me. With any luck, this would only be the beginning of it.
    I ran my thumb over her clit and watched her squirm.
    “You’re going to say my name,” I whispered in her ear, grazing her wet curls with my index finger. “I’m going to make you scream, and cream, and then scream again.” She moaned, her hands wild as she tangled them in my hair. Each time she shivered I ran my tongue up and down her slit—and, once again, she was positively dripping. I drank her like sweet honey.
    “Sebastian, please…”
    She shook with each hot kiss and it was only when she was on the brink that I sat up and reached into the drawer of my coffee table for a condom. When she saw me—all ten inches of me—the wide-eyed expression that washed over her face was magnificent. “I’ve been like this, so hard all week like this, just for you. Do you like that you do this to me?”
    She nodded, her chest heaving with each breath.
    “Do you want to touch me?”
    “Yes.” She swallowed hard. “May I?”
    I nodded and took her hand in?as my own. Sure enough, the feel of her fingertips made me hiss like a breaking furnace. Right when I clenched my eyes shut, I saw her smile. I suppose I should have known that this pretty little spitfire would make a worthy bed partner. Just the way she