Free Lovers in law by Exley Avis Page A

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carried away in the moment. I hope you don’t think I throw myself
at every barrister I kiss in a doorway.”
    Radford smiled, igniting flames of
desire in his deep blue eyes. I could have dived right in and
floated for the rest of the night.
    “I’m very pleased to hear it,” he
said. “But don’t apologise. I loved every moment of it. In fact, I
was hoping we might chance upon another doorway again sometime
soon.”
    Radford’s smile widened while he
waited to see how I’d react. He couldn’t have made his invitation
clearer had he written it in capital letters across his shirt
front.
    As The Savoy catered to every
heart’s desire, I was sure it had a doorway or two to spare. Not to
mention a luxurious suite with the big bed and the locked door
Radford had insisted upon. However, I didn’t want to give in too
easily. If he wanted to take me to bed, he’d have to work for the
privilege.
    “It’s difficult,” I said,
playing for time. Despite my bravado and erotic fantasies, I still
wasn’t absolutely sure jumping into bed with Radford was the right
thing to do – no matter how much I wanted to. “This case is
complicated enough without us mixing things up even
further.”
    “Then let me simplify things for
you.”
    Radford took a step closer
and brushed his fingertips down my arm. He had me backed up against
the wall, one arm resting beside me, blocking my escape route. Not
that I was going anywhere.
    “You have a body made for sin and
I’d say you’re no stranger to misbehaving,” he said, placing one
finger across my lips when I tried to argue. “I know all the
reasons why you don’t want to sleep with me – and I could probably
quote you a few of my own. It’s insane. It’s reckless.”
    “It’s professional suicide
for me,” I added.
    He pursed his lips as if he saw my
point but didn’t want to agree with it. “Only don’t try and pretend
you haven’t thought about it,” he warned. “My imagination doesn’t
stop working once I get home and neither does yours, I’ll bet.”
    My blush confirmed it. I prayed he
couldn’t count the multiple orgasms he’d given me in my
imagination, or see the obscene fantasies flashing behind my
eyes.
    I placed my hand flat on his chest,
registering his racing heartbeat and the deep rumble of his
breathing. His lips hovered close to mine, slightly parted and
begging to be kissed. I couldn’t stop staring at them or imagining
how they’d felt working their way out across my collar bone.
    “Getting involved with you would be
a terrible idea,” I said eventually although my words lacked
conviction.
    “True.”
    “It would be impossible to hide it
from the clients or colleagues.”
    “Maybe.”
    “Neither of us would be able to
concentrate on the case.”
    “I can’t think straight now so
what’s the difference?”
    “It’d be highly
unprofessional.”
    “But a lot of fun.”
    “I’m not sure I can go through with
it.”
    Radford lowered his lips closer to
my ear. “I’m sure you can.”
    He smelt of expensive aftershave
and champagne. I already knew how good he tasted.
    “I think you need to tell me
exactly what you have in mind,” I said. “I wouldn’t want us to be
at cross purposes.”
    Radford laughed softly, his
warm breath sweeping across my neck and shoulders, sending shivers
down my spine. “I’m sure I don’t need to spell it out for a clever
girl like you.”
    I bit my lip and moved my hand
lower down his chest, edging towards his belt but stopping short. I
circled my thumb on his abdomen and the muscles clenched beneath my
hand.
    “Just to be on the safe side, why
don’t you explain it?” I invited as I slid my hand inside his
well-cut jacket and pulled him towards me. “For the avoidance of
doubt.”
    Intrigued, Radford smiled
wickedly and played along. “From the minute I first saw you, I’ve
wanted to fuck you. Kissing you only confirmed what I already knew.
I want to fuck in you every position you’ve