Chapter 42
AARON
One Year Later
I’ve written a lot of romance novels over the years, but none of them come close to the real love story happening right in front of me.
Minji stands in the middle of her office, which is now completely hers, surrounded by the busy energy of a successful law practice.
In just a year, Lee & Associates has gone from a risky idea to something truly powerful.
“You sure do have a staring problem,” she notes without looking up from the brief she’s reviewing. Her hair is pulled into a sleek bun, a few rebellious strands framing her face. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to charge you my hourly rate.”
“Worth every penny,” I reply, leaning against the doorframe.
She rolls her eyes, but I can see the smile she’s trying to hide. I know that look well—Minji pretending to be annoyed but actually pleased.
“Did you bring lunch or are you just here to distract me?” she asks, finally setting down her pen.
I hold up the paper bag from her favorite Vietnamese place. “Both, actually. Distraction is complimentary with every order. You know this.”
Her office is nothing like the cold, glass box at Parras.
These walls are a deep navy, decorated with framed court wins and photos from our trip to Seoul.
Her huge desk, made from reclaimed wood we found at a Brooklyn flea market, stands out in the room.
Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves are packed with legal books and a few romance novels—mine, of course, though she’d never admit she’s read them all twice.
Eliza pops her head in cautiously as I’m unpacking the food. “Whew, okay, I made it in time. Sorry to interrupt your lunch date, but I reached out to Vulcan Montgomery again and was told he was out of the fire station.”
“Okay, did you get a chance to finalize the list of potential candidates?” Minji asks, reaching for the spring rolls. “And Eliza, please make sure Jasmyn has the Blackwell files for court tomorrow.”
“Yes, I’ll send them to you later on today. I gave the files to Jasmyn this morning, Boss.” Eliza winks at me before disappearing.
I watch Minji switch easily between eating lunch and working, jotting notes in the margins of a document as she chews. She was made for this, not following someone else’s rules but making her own.
“How’s the new book coming?” she asks between bites.
“Almost done with the first draft. My editor’s already breathing down my neck for the synopsis of the next one.”
“You need to learn to say no occasionally.”
I laugh. “Says the woman who took on three new clients last week alone.”
“That’s different,” she counters, pointing her chopsticks at me. “I’m building something.”
“And I’m not?”
She considers this, head tilted. “Fair point. Wanna eat with me?”
“I want to eat you.” I lick my lips, moving to lock her office door.
She raises an eyebrow, a slow blush spreading across her cheeks. I love that I can still make her blush after all this time.
“Aaron! I have a conference call in twenty minutes.”
“That’s nineteen minutes we shouldn’t waste,” I move closer to her desk.
Minji looks at her watch, then at the door, then back at me. I can tell she’s weighing the risks and rewards—work versus pleasure. It’s all right there on her face.
“You’re impossible,” she murmurs, but she’s already pushing her chair back. I round the corner of the massive desk, spinning her chair to face me. “Impossible to resist, you mean.”
When I drop to my knees in front of her, her breath catches. I run my hands up her calves, feeling the smooth silk of her stockings beneath my fingertips.
“Finish eating your lunch while I eat you.” I gesture to the food on her desk. “Go on, eat and don’t disturb me.” I spread her legs. “I’m still making up for the twelve years we were apart.”
She inhales sharply as my tongue makes first contact, her thighs tensing beneath my hands. I can taste her through the thin fabric of her panties, already wet for me. With deliberate slowness, I drag her underwear down her legs, letting my fingertips trail fire along her skin.
“Aaron…” Her voice is half-warning, half-plea.
I glance up, enjoying the sight of her flushed face, her eyes dark with want. “Better start eating your lunch, Counselor. Clock’s ticking.”
With trembling hands, she reaches for her food, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy while I spread her thighs wider.
I kiss the inside of her knee, then work my way higher, leaving a trail of heat along her sensitive skin.
When I finally reach her center, I pause, letting my breath tease her.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she whispers, one hand moving to the back of my head.
I smile against her thigh. “So demanding.”
Then I dive in, savoring her like she’s the only sustenance I need.
I know her body better than any character I’ve ever written.
I know exactly how to circle my tongue to make her breath hitch, how to suck gently on her clit to make her grip my hair tighter.
Above me, I hear the soft clink of chopsticks against the container as she tries to follow my instructions.
“You’re impossible.” She gasps, abandoning all pretense of eating.
I hum against her, the vibration making her squirm. “Focus, Minji. Multitasking is your specialty.”
Her laugh turns into a moan as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her see stars. She’s so wet, so ready for me that I have to hold back my own groan. The power of reducing Manhattan’s most formidable attorney to this quivering, needy state is intoxicating.
“Fifteen minutes,” she manages.
I increase my pace, working her with my fingers while my tongue draws intricate patterns against her swollen clit. Her thighs begin to tremble, and I know she’s close. I look up, wanting to see her face when she falls apart.
She’s beautiful, head thrown back, lips parted, eyes shut as she tries to stay quiet. All her professional walls are gone, and it’s Minji—my Minji—lost in the moment.
“Aaron, I’m going to—”
“I know, Honeybee. Let go for me.”
Her entire body tenses as the orgasm crashes through her, her inner walls pulsing around my fingers. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down, pressing soft kisses to her thighs. When she finally opens her eyes, they’re hazy with satisfaction.
“That was…” She exhales shakily. “A very compelling argument for extended lunch breaks.”
I rise to my feet, adjusting my pants to accommodate my obvious arousal.
I pull her up from the chair into my arms, her body still trembling slightly against mine.
I reach for her hips, turning her around gently but firmly.
She braces herself against the desk, looking back at me with that perfect mixture of challenge and desire that drives me wild.
Her skirt is already hiked up around her waist, revealing the curves I’ve memorized with my hands and lips over countless nights.
“We have—” She checks her watch “—twelve minutes now.”
“I only need ten,” I promise, unbuckling my belt. The sound makes her shiver visibly.
I press against her from behind, my hardness nestled against her bare skin. She pushes back, impatient as always.
“No teasing,” she warns, voice husky. “Not now.”
I lean forward, my chest against her back, and whisper in her ear, “Yes, Counselor.”
When I slide into her, we both groan at the sensation.
She’s still sensitive from her first orgasm, her body gripping me like she never wants to let go.
I have to pause, gathering my control before I start to move.
When Minji decided to take the Depo shot, as an alternative to the birth control pill, I was skeptical about it.
I wasn’t sure it would be effective, but for the past year, we haven’t had a pregnancy scare.
And having sex with no condom feels more than amazing.
“God, Minji.” I breathe against her neck. “A year later and you still feel perfect.”
She reaches back to grip my thigh, urging me deeper. “Less talking, more fucking.”
I laugh against her skin. Even now, Minji Lee is still the one giving orders, and I’m still happy to follow.
I find a steady rhythm, the desk creaking a little, one hand next to hers and the other reaching to touch her where we’re joined.
Her breathing gets faster, and I know those little gasps mean she’s getting close again.
“Everyone’s going to know,” I murmur, nipping at her earlobe. “When you take that conference call, flushed and distracted.”
“Fuck.” She pants, but I can feel her tightening around me at the thought.
The tension between us grows, and it feels like the world shrinks to just the two of us. I try to hold back and make it last, but Minji feels too good. The excitement of being with her in her office during the workday is making it hard to control myself.
“Aaron,” she whispers, and my name on her lips is almost enough to finish me. “I’m close again.”
I increase my pace, feeling her begin to tremble. “Together,” I manage, though I’m barely coherent at this point.
When she comes, her body clenches around me in waves that trigger my own release. I bury my face against her shoulder to muffle my groan as I empty myself inside her, my hips pressed flush against her perfect ass.
For a moment, we stay locked together, catching our breath. Then reality intrudes in the form of her phone buzzing on the desk.
“Shit,” she mutters, reaching for it while I’m still inside her. I quickly pull out and adjust myself while she grabs her phone, eyeing the caller ID with a grimace.
“It’s Jasmyn,” she whispers, straightening her skirt with one hand while reaching for tissues with the other. “Five minutes before the call.”
I help her clean up, passing more tissues as she attempts to restore her professional appearance. Her cheeks are still flushed, hair slightly mussed despite her efforts to smooth it back into place. She looks thoroughly fucked in the most delicious way.