Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
MARSHALL
If Jasper doesn’t stop being so sexy, I’m going to lose it.
Not that he is doing anything overtly sexy. He doesn’t have to.
All he has to do to get my attention is exist, apparently.
He’s being a competent intern—one of the best I’ve ever had, and we have employed several law students over the years. He clearly earned the fellowship grant that got him here and has the drive to make something of his plans for next year.
When I’ve needed case law this past week, he’s found it. Same with arguments to get evidence introduced when we are in trial. My index cards are ready to go.
He’s as engaged in this case as I am, and while I have reasons for my practice almost exclusively representing AIDS/HIV discrimination cases, I don’t know what drives Jasper.
I want to ask.
I want a whole lot of other things too. The amount of times I’ve found myself staring at his lips or thinking about that hot night… his mouth on me. Hazel eyes full of heat and want looking up at me as his sinful mouth wrapped around my cock. Damn, the way he looked. The way he was totally into the experience. His hand working himself as his eyes fluttered back. The sinful sounds that could be the soundtrack of any porn I’d ever seen, punctuated by the low, guttural noise he made despite his mouth being full of me.
I stand up from my desk, as if it will help my swelling dick. I pace behind my couch, using it as a buffer from any prying eyes into my office until I can get my body under control.
Outside my office, I can see everyone working as normal. Penny, my perpetually unimpressed paralegal, smiling at Jasper as he hands her something. I do a double take, and yep, she’s actually smiling at him.
She looks up at me, and I force myself not to flinch. Pen’s asked what is wrong with me at least fifteen times the past two weeks.
Now she just walks in my office, closes the door, and watches Jasper’s retreating back, headed to the library, where his office is.
“Just ask the kid out, Marsh.”
I do give a start at that comment.
Keith laughs in the back of my brain.
“What are you talking about?”
Pen comes off the door and walks closer, analyzing me like I’m under a microscope.
“You obsess before trial. We all know that, but we aren’t close enough to go-time for you to be there just yet. And you look at him like he’s the answer to all of your prayers.”
She’s mostly right. If I ever had prayers for blow jobs, Jasper far surpassed them.
“Oh,” her eyes flare wide. “You’ve already gone there.” I freeze at her perceptiveness. “Good for you.”
“W-what?”
Pen crosses over to my hidden liquor cabinet and pours us each a few fingers of whatever is in the crystal decanter.
“Come on,” she smiles, handing a glass off to me. “It’s after five. How’s a bit of liquid courage to go after what you want.”
“He’s an employee,” I argue, taking a sip.
“He isn’t,” she quickly retorts. “We both know you know that. What else do you have?”
“Lin—”
“The Lincoln Rutherford I know would tell you to go for it. And so would Keith. What’s wrong with some summer fun?”
I stare at the liquid as I swirl it in my glass.
What indeed.
It’s an hour later before I am sure the office is empty except for me and Jasper. I find him in the library carefully packing away his things into his messenger bag.
“Hey,” he says with an easy smile when he sees me enter.
“I thought you would like a ride home. It’s raining pretty hard.” I notice he walks home unless he leaves with Penny.
“Oh,” Jasper looks out the window to see the rain pelting down. He gives me a nod and follows me out. “You don’t have to do that, but I won’t turn it down.”
I hold an umbrella for him, and open his door, enjoying the flush on his skin in the low light of the summer storm as he sits in my car.
“I lied,” I tell him as I navigate out of the parking lot. Before he can argue, I continue. “Not a lie,” I correct, “but I did lure you into my car on false pretenses.”
“Not to take me home?” Jasper asks, his lips quirking in a smile that threatens to take over.
I feel my shoulders unbind at how he completely trusts me.
“How about my house?” I ask, but not until I have stopped at a traffic light, just so I can watch his reaction and see his eyes heat.
They do, and I can’t help but smirk as I drive on.