Free DEFENSE by Glenna Sinclair

I finally met his gaze, there was a burning look of desire in his eyes. My mouth went instantly parched.
    “Katie,” he said in a way that made my skin turn to fire.
    “Yes?” I whispered.
    “Don’t stop.”
    I licked my parched lips and took a step even closer to him. This time I let my fingers stroke down the back of his head, through the tufts of hair on his neck. He gasped and moaned, and then suddenly his arms were circling my waist.
    “Harrison,” I said. “What are we doing?”
    “I might be about to go to jail for the rest of my life,” he said. “This might be my last chance to be with a woman….”
    I swallowed hard. He was proposing we make love, here, in my office. It was all kinds of wrong, but I was going to fall for it.
    “You’re my client,” I stammered. “I could lose my job.”
    Harrison was bringing his face closer and closer to mine. I knew he only wanted me because I was available, because he might never get this chance again, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel this gorgeous man inside of me.
    “Maybe that’s half of the allure,” he whispered, his lips just millimeters from mine, his breath warm and ticklish.
    I faltered. But then his lips met mine. They were so soft and warm. It reminded me of the gentle kiss Nick and I had shared yesterday evening, but a thousand times more arousing, because this time it really was Harrison Wrexler. I moved my mouth in time with his, tasting him, breathing in his aroma. He was almost pulsating with energy, and I couldn’t believe this man had ever had intimacy issues.
    He stood up and perched himself on the edge of my desk, pulling me with him and wrapping his arms around me in a strong, protective way. I positioned my head to take his mouth fully in mine, and my fingers laced through his hair. Just kissing him made me wet with desire. I never wanted it to end.
    I felt his hands rove up my back and slowly begin to unzip my dress. He peeled the two halves away, over my shoulder blades, moving with such slow precision it made me quiver with desire. My tongue found his, and the sensation was amazing. He was so soft and delicate.
    He inched the fabric of my dress over my shoulders, then slowly began to pull my dress down my body. I moaned, the noise vibrating in his mouth, as his knuckles brushed my rib cage, waist, hips. Then the dress fell away to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but my high heels and underwear.
    I pulled back from the kiss, suddenly embarrassed.
    “You have a gorgeous body,” Harrison said breathlessly, gazing at me.
    I could hardly believe it. I’d never in my life imagined I’d get the chance to be intimate with someone as stunningly attractive as Harrison Wrexler. That I was punching above my weight was obvious. But to have him gaze at my body with adoration, with longing and desire, was more than I could ever have even imagined.
    Harrison pulled his top off, wincing as the fabric collided with the cuts on his face. His body was covered in bruises. It made my heart ache to see him hurt.
    I reached out and touched my fingertips to his chest. He was so muscular, so strong and healthy, the very pinnacle of masculinity.
    “You’re so beautiful,” I gasped.
    Harrison reached forward and laced his fingers through mine. We kissed again, still slowly, still precisely, but the passion in the movements had mounted. I could feel the heat radiating from him, warming up the space between our bodies. Suddenly, I wanted there to be no space between our bodies at all. I wanted us to be entwined, to become one being.
    I stroked my fingers down Harrison’s bare, broad back, making him shiver with desire. Then I slid them into the waistband of his pants. I circled them from his back over his hips and to the front, then inched them in, bit by bit, reaching to feel his penis.
    “Oh God,” Harrison gasped. “This is too much.”
    “Do you want to stop?” I asked, pausing.
    “God no,” he groaned. “I never ever want this to