Chapter 5
trial by ambush
The tables didn’t turn on Olivia. It just didn’t happen.
Yet, here they did, and Jaime had sent Olivia reeling.
Wasn’t she supposed to reduce Jaime to her baser instincts?
Instead, Jaime was acting as if she wanted to swallow Olivia alive, and strangely enough, Olivia was keen to let her.
Of course, she had been quite taken by Jaime Lachlan for a while, but still, to give up the reins so easily?
All these thoughts and doubts vanished under Jaime’s onslaught, and after coming hard, Jaime seemed determined to continue, to catapult her down another slope, and once again, Olivia let her.
Jaime’s eyes, staring up at her, enthralled Olivia. She’d not expected to see such a blazing hunger in their dark depth and more importantly, directed at her—she’d live on the image, who was she kidding, she’d come to this image for a long time.
Jaime’s fingers and her tongue once more worked in tandem to drive Olivia insane. She felt full, stretched to her limit with Jaime’s fingers inside her, though she now also welcomed the shallower thrusts as they added a different urgency to their coupling.
Olivia’s eyes shuttered closed and she couldn’t hold back a long moan as her body raced toward another blinding climax.
Jaime’s first gentle strokes had convinced Olivia to resume when her peak had urged her to collapse on top of her lover. Now, Jaime’s attentions grew more insistent—her tongue lashed Olivia’s clit with a force that almost hurt.
Olivia felt heavy, and she struggled to remain upright, though Jaime’s iron grip on her ass helped stabilize her somewhat. She panted, unable to decide whether to draw this out or hurry up.
Jaime’s fast strokes with both her tongue and fingers wrestled the decision from Olivia, and she stilled, shaking, before an almost violent orgasm ripped through her, seeming to singe her every nerve.
Olivia sobbed her release into the room with tears streaming down her face and the taste of copper on her tongue.
Jaime seized Olivia’s hips and pulled her further down to where she dropped bonelessly on top of Jaime, trying to catch her breath.
Olivia resisted the urge to bury herself in Jaime’s embrace and drift off to sleep, and instead, she focused on Jaime’s taut frame, on the little tremor rushing through her body.
All the ideas she had spun about what to do with Jaime surged back, swamping her brain, and Olivia groaned, rising to connect their lips in a torrid kiss. She needed to make Jaime lose control.
Jaime returned Olivia’s kiss with equal fervor, her fingers once more tightening on Olivia.
Olivia moaned when Jaime’s nails raked down her back, but she’d not be drawn into this web again.
Instead, she snuck her hand down, first rubbing her fingers across Jaime’s pert nipples before trailing down a twitching stomach to dip into the wellspring of liquid heat.
She panted at the copious amount of arousal coating her fingers.
Jaime’s head dug deeper into the pillow, and she broke the kiss, staring up at Olivia with a feverish gaze and parted lips. A sigh fell from her lips when Olivia pressed two fingers inside her warm, sodden core.
“More,” Jaime rasped.
The tone shot right between Olivia’s legs, and she could only nod and adhere to Jaime’s request. She pulled out, only to push back inside with three fingers, rapt by how tight Jaime felt around her fingers.
Jaime groaned, canting her hips to draw Olivia even deeper.
Olivia studied Jaime, her red cheeks, the wild strands of hair clinging to her damp face, her eyes wide and her lips trembling—a countenance awash in pleasure.
She shifted her hand to brush her thumb across Jaime’s clit, but the angle was off, and it would hurt her wrist. Besides, she longed to taste Jaime again.
Olivia leaned closer and whispered, “I want to feel you come on my tongue.”
Jaime’s jaw tightened, but she nodded.
Olivia withdrew her fingers and scooted down. This time, when she settled between Jaime’s legs, she vowed she’d not let anything distract her, at least not until she’d led Jaime to an earth-shattering orgasm. After all, this was a once in a lifetime event.
Jaime’s legs trembled, and she seemed to struggle to keep them still.
Olivia placed her hands on the smooth skin of Jaime’s inner thighs and leaned closer, blowing air against Jaime’s heat. She smiled when Jaime squirmed in response, then trailed a finger along puffy, red folds, swiping down into the source of heat.
“Delicious,” she murmured before bending her head and licking along Jaime’s length, her fingers digging into Jaime’s thighs to anchor her against the bed when her hips jolted up at the contact.
Jaime’s whimpers and moans spurred Olivia on, and she immediately drew Jaime’s bundle of nerves into her mouth and sucked, hard.
She twirled her tongue around the nub, increasing the pressure of her fingers on Jaime’s legs.
Olivia didn’t want Jaime’s own rhythm to bring her even an inch closer to her release—she needed to be the sole cause of her climax.
Jaime groaned, her chest heaving, and her skin slick with perspiration.
Olivia sped up her tongue, still pressing Jaime deeper into the mattress, not relenting even when Jaime froze, that was, until she flung her head back and released a tortured sounding drawn-out moan—shooting heat to Olivia’s core—before she shuddered and trembled in a hard release.
“Stop,” Jaime ground out, her hands shooting to Olivia’s arms and pulling her up. “Jesus,” Jaime whispered in a hoarse voice before drawing Olivia’s head down in another kiss.
Six weeks after the legal conference that ended differently than Olivia would have ever guessed, and after an embarrassing number of mental replays of her night with Jaime, she rushed into her boss’s office, almost three minutes late.
Traffic had been a pain, and though Olivia always took potential traffic issues into consideration when making plans or arranging meetings, sometimes the city formerly known as Marthasville did not adhere to Olivia’s carefully crafted schedule, no matter how many contingencies she accounted for.
Thankfully, her boss didn’t take punctuality as seriously as Olivia did and waved her inside to sit down.
Maria Farkas, founder of Farkas, Ariete & Kemeny, was in her early sixties and still pulled more hours than any other member at the firm, way more than her two partners. Olivia had heard speculation Farkas lived at the office, but she’d dismissed it as idle gossip.
As she stepped into Maria’s spacious office, the welcoming scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the subtle aroma of leather upholstery. The large windows offered a panoramic view of the city, sunlight gleaming off the sleek lines of the modern furniture.
Olivia shivered as she took a seat in a streamlined leather chair, its cool surface a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin—hard, almost like sitting on stone. Perhaps that was Maria’s intent: ‘Get in, get your instructions, don’t get too comfortable, and get back to work.’
“I need you on the Lanx case.” Maria frowned at her screen, never glancing up at Olivia and missing her guppy imitation. By the time Maria looked up, Olivia had managed to smooth out her features. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, I apologize. I thought Werner and Smith were taking care of it.”
Maria grunted, the sound a low rumble in her chest. “They were, but Weber is insisting we replace Werner with you, since he finds him unbearable. And as you know, the client is king.” The clacking sounds of her fingers flying over the keyboard filled the room as the only sound.
Rich, coming from Weber. “I see.”
“Lucky for us, you’ve worked with Weber before and are more familiar with the Lanx case than most other in-house attorneys. Still, talk to Maureen so she can work on lightening your load as we need your full focus on this one.”
Olivia nodded and rose. “Anything else?”
“That’s it.”
Olivia suppressed a sigh and excused herself before heading back to her own office.
Damn it all to hell!
She closed the door behind her and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Jaime Lachlan was the judge assigned to the case, and six weeks ago in that little bar, the fact Olivia wouldn’t be part of the team representing Thomas Weber had been one of Olivia’s main arguments for why Jaime should say yes to their night of fun.
Now, a lead ball settled in her stomach, cold and heavy, at the prospect of facing Jaime in court again.
She supposed it wouldn’t look like she lied since Werner and Smith were listed on the original filing, but still.
What a colossal mess.
That wasn’t how she’d wanted to see Jaime again— not that she’d spent much time thinking about her. Oh, who was she fooling?
Even worse, she’d once more have to deal with the sanctimonious scumbag extraordinaire, Thomas Weber.
She’d represented him at her old firm before joining her current employer, and he’d been insufferable.
He was rich, and she supposed many women considered him attractive—at least if they only glanced at him in passing.
Weber, in charge at his own asset management firm, seemed to have a habit of getting into legal trouble with shady business practices that skirted the lines of legality.
Yet, he usually got away with it. This time, though, he was charged with embezzlement, and things weren’t looking great for him. Serves him right.
Having to deal with him and catch up on the case alone would have aggravated her to no end, but now she’d also have to face Jaime in the courtroom after all that had happened.