Free My Husband's Boss (Tempt Me Harder Book 1) by Kellie Mason Page A

against the door. I could feel his erection through his trousers, and knew we were both ready for a second round.
    “No,” I said. “I suck my husband’s cock with this mouth.”
    Andrew leaned in, kissing me before biting my lower lip. He opened the passenger door for me and I slid in, pulling my gown behind me as he shut the door.
    As I watched my husband walk around the car to his side, I couldn’t help but think about the deliciously carnal life I had built up for myself. It had taken years of dedication, but I had finally clawed my way to the level of society that I had always dreamed of living at.
    It pays to marry one of the most prestigious divorce attorneys in the entire Washington Metropolitan area – in more ways than one.

TWO
    “You’ve already read over the briefings, so we can make this short. Miller is on his way to completing his fourth divorce, and he’s banking on it being the most profitable one yet.”
    Andrew leaned back in the conference chair at his law firm, his mind in two places at once. He was listening to his boss, a partner at Howell, Mason, and Kline go over the basics of their newest client – but he was also thinking about the black lace thong I had slipped into his jacket pocket that morning.
    My husband has been a junior partner at HM&K for nearly 4 years now. Rumor has it that he’s been tapped as Mason’s replacement, which would make me Mrs. Howell, Lakey, and Kline. Obviously we’d have to accept some serious changes with him taking on the role of partner – the extra hours, the long nights at the office, and me playing dutiful housewife, anxiously waiting for my husband to come home and ravish me.
    Or, alternatively, going to the office to ravish him .
    HM&K is known for being a fierce team of divorce attorneys – but they’re also known for being some of the most gorgeous lawyers in the area. The H at the front? That’s for Davis Howell. It’s his firm, and he’s the most gorgeous of all of them. Older, in his mid-50s, with silvering hair and piercing grey eyes. He made a living for years as a champion rower, and his body still shows it. Not only would I not mind ravishing Andrew at work – but I can’t say I would be all that embarrassed if we were caught by the boss.
    “Andrew!” snapped Davis.
    “Yeah,” coughed my husband. “Sorry. Late night with Fiona, and just… my mind is wandering a bit is all.”
    Davis gave a coy smirk. “Can’t say I’m too surprised to hear that. She can’t have been too happy that I dragged your ass in here on a Saturday.”
    Andrew laughed. “She’ll get over it. In fact,” he looked around the office, eying the floor to ceiling glass walls that held the main conference room. He slid a hand into his pocket and pulled out my thong. “I can guarantee that she already has.” He waved my panties around like a victory flag.
    Davis gave a snicker. “You’re a lucky man, Lakey. It’s women like Fi who have me thinking I’ve got my whole view of marriage wrong.”
    Andrew grinned like a school boy, stuffing my thong back into his jacket.
    “You know,” Davis murmured, leaning back into his conference chair. “Fi might actually be a bit of an asset to us in this case.”
    Andrew cocked an eyebrow. “Fiona? How on earth could she help with Miller?”
    “Well, Miller’s trying to give us the runaround on this one. I can’t figure out what his deal is – he’s been through the damn court system three times now, you’d think he had a handle on it.”
    Davis leaned over the table, giving Andrew a raised eyebrow. “If you ask me, the poor man’s actually worried he might not make out on this one. Thinks the newest addition to his trophy case might actually come out on top.”
    Andrew snorted. “As if that’s ever happened in a case you fought against.”
    Davis threw his hands up. “That’s what I’ve been telling him. You don’t get a perfect streak by sucking judges off, that’s for damn sure.” He stood up,