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  Big Bad Lawyer

  Misters of Manhattan - Book One

  Lana Lachlan

  Published by Blushing Books

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  Lana Lachlan

  Big Bad Lawyer

  EBook ISBN: 978-1-64563-199-6

  v1

  Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design

  This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

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  Chapter 1

  “I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Lily,” Ophelia whispered into her cell. “Apart from anything else, I’ll make a fool of myself.”

  She heard Lily’s patient sigh at the other end of the line. “It’ll be good practice for you, O.”

  “Of looking like a fool?”

  “No, flirting. If Jake asks for your number, then I’ll know he plays around. C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

  Grand theft boyfriend didn’t fit Ophelia’s idea of fun. “Why don’t you trust him?”

  “I do trust him, but after my last disaster, I want to be sure. The thing is, Ophelia, I think he’s the one.”

  This from the woman who went through men like disposable coffee cups. “You’ve only known him a week.”

  “Yes, but the sex is fantastic. Last night we did it…”

  Ophelia mentally clapped her hands over her ears. “TMI, Lily Mason.”

  Lily snorted a laugh. “God, Ophelia, you need to loosen up.”

  She felt quite loose enough, thank you very much. “Anyway, how did you know he’d be here in the law library?”

  “He said he had to find some old book on the same floor where you go every night. That’s what gave me the idea. You can’t miss him, O. Tall, dark hair, stubble beard.”

  Moving to the end of the bookstack, Ophelia peered over the top of her reading glasses at Lily’s new boyfriend. He sat under the window at the far end of the room, wearing earbuds and reading. Obviously, he thought he had the place to himself because his feet were on the desk. Ophelia thought it rude.

  “He’s the only person on this floor, Lily, so it’s him. But I’m too nerdy to be his type.”

  If truth be told, Boho Lily from the Village didn’t seem his type either. His impeccably tailored overcoat and overconfidence pointed to Manhattan. But what did Ophelia know about type when she hadn’t been anyone’s type in over a year? Only two boyfriends in her life and the last one had called her an old soul. Too bookish, too stick-in-the-mud for her twenty-two years. He’d been too polite to say boring. They’d broken up after three months. She hadn’t dated since.

  “You need more confidence, O,” Lily breezed into Ophelia’s thoughts. “You’re really pretty even though you don’t always make the effort.”

  “Gee thanks.”

  “And he likes blondes and you’re more or less blonde.”

  More mousy than blonde in Ophelia’s opinion, especially when compared to Lily’s platinum bob. Sneaking into the row nearest to Jake, Ophelia made a gap in the books to study him. A strong profile beneath cropped black hair and as Lily said, a stubble beard. In his heavy overcoat, he looked large and intimidating, almost dangerous. Not a man to mess with or even to flirt with for that matter. She couldn’t imagine her vivacious, fun-loving friend with this guy. Yet there was no denying Mr. Manhattan or wherever he came from was sex on legs. Even the librarian, Cheryl, who’d delivered a pile of books to his table had hit on him.

  “I’ve got coffee downstairs, Jake.”

  The librarian had left disappointed, but Ophelia wished he had gone downstairs. The top floor of the Baines Law Library was her special place at night. Nobody came up here as the books were out of date, the furniture rickety and the lack of heating turned the place to an icebox in winter. Ophelia loved it anyway. She loved the solitude, loved that she could bring a flask of soup and no one would tell her off. Most of all, she loved the old leather-bound books. Whenever she moved along a row, she would run her fingers over the spines so every book would know she cared. Kind of silly, but this was her home most nights. Having someone else here felt like an intrusion, especially when she had an important case to prepare.

  “Okay, Lily, I’ll flirt with him for exactly twenty seconds and then I go home.”

  “Thanks, girlfriend. He’s picking me up for dinner at eight-thirty so text me ASAP.”

  Ophelia ended the call at the same time Jake removed an earbud and looked around. She stepped away from the gap, worried he’d spotted her, but he reinserted the bud and began to thumb his phone.

  “How’s your ass?”

  Whatever his caller said amused him as he laughed loudly. “The harder I give it to you, the better you like it. Fuck, you were begging for cock last night.”

  Ophelia blinked at the crudeness.

  “What are you wearing?”

  Oh. My. God. He had Lily on the phone. Ophelia knew she should get the hell out before she got trapped behind the bookstack, forced to listen. It would be like a phone three-way with her best friend. Eww!

  “No FaceTime, Candice. I want you to tell me word for word.”

  Candice?

  “First, take off your bra. Are your nipples hard?”

  The question made Ophelia flush with heat. Intrigued, she put her face back in the gap, feeling like a voyeur but unable to look away. His feet were still on the desk, one hand resting on his thigh and he seemed so relaxed, he must have done this a million times.

  “Rub your nipples for me, babe.”

  Ophelia shivered at the rich timbre carrying across the room. At any moment he’s going to unzip and she really would have to skedaddle because watching him do that would be disgusting.

  And yet.

  His hand slid to his crotch, played with the zipper. Ophelia had to bite her lip to muffle her moan of excitement, aware that an intense ache had started between her legs. When he began to stroke himself through his pants, Ophelia pushed her face further into the gap to see as much as she could.

  “Take off the thong. Is your pussy wet?”

  Ophelia couldn’t stop inching her fingers between her legs to check. Her tights were damp.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Candice. Stroke yourself to get ready.”

  Ophelia ached to oblige but she really shouldn’t. Should she?

  “That’s it, baby. And think of me sucking your titties while you’re stroking.”

  Oh, God, that did it. Jamming her knuckles in her mouth to stop any sound escaping, she began to strum between her legs. It felt so good.

  “Don’t forget your clit.”

  So coarse, so wet-making and sooo sexy. Ophelia made circles over the spot in question, scratching at her itch. She was sopping wet, bare
ly breathing behind her knuckles, hips going back and forth. When he turned his head toward her hiding place. Ophelia snatched her hand away, positive she’d been caught. But he couldn’t have seen her as he was talking again.

  “Now imagine my hand burning up your ass.”

  Really?

  “I’m spanking you so hard. Tell me how it feels?”

  Ophelia closed her eyes and thought about his heavy hand smacking her butt. It felt… odd… crazy, sick and… arousing?

  “Put two fingers inside. All the way up, baby.”

  Ophelia couldn’t believe what she was about to do. Working her hand inside her panties she slipped two digits deep, swaying to the rising heat, her breath coming in pants now. She felt so wicked, but she deserved this. It had been too long.

  “That’s right, you’re riding my cock.” He tipped his head back, made a low growl. In the dimness of the room and with the light behind him, he looked like a wolf—a huge frightening wolf.

  “Fuck that pussy, girl.”

  Feverishly, Ophelia stroked on while staring dumbly at his crotch, picturing the hardness beneath the fabric. Why hadn’t he unzipped?

  “I can’t hold on, babe. Come for me now.”

  Ophelia clamped, the ferocious ache between her legs about to explode when his loud laugh brought her to an abrupt halt. Jolted back to reality, she yanked her hand out and quickly wiped her fingers on her tights.

  “Go take a shower, sugar. I’ll be over later tonight.”

  He ended the call, removed the earbuds and swung his feet off the desk. Dazedly, Ophelia watched him begin sorting through his pile of books, checking each before dumping it noisily on the floor. Ophelia stood on the spot, her ache undiminished, her mind racing at the implications of Jake’s conversation. Clearly, Lily’s scumbag of a boyfriend intended a booty call after his dinner with Lily. She could text Lily the truth or go over there with the news, but why not shame the lowlife into leaving both Lily’s life and her precious library in one go.

  With heart in mouth, Ophelia left the safety of the bookstack and stomped across the wooden floorboards, determined to give him a piece of what was left of her mind. It was only when she came to a halt at his desk that he looked up although he had to have heard her coming. His gaze met hers and Ophelia was confronted with a set of navy-colored eyes that were way too knowing. Oh, shit.

  Ophelia pulled her shoulders back in a show of confidence. “Excuse me, I’d like to talk to you.”

  The navy appraised her from top to toe. Okay, ponytail, old sweater, vegan boots and leggings with a hole in the crotch, thankfully covered by the sweater, didn’t exactly exude womanpower, but she had to see this through.

  “Yeah, what is it?”

  “You should know that I heard…” Ophelia said and promptly lost her courage.

  Not a shred of discomfort showed on his face. “What did you hear?”

  Ophelia abandoned her plan, went for the retreat. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Let me be the judge. What did you hear?”

  Ophelia had hoped to shame him into leaving but faced with his quiet authority, it was she who wanted to turn tail and run.

  “Um… I thought I heard you mention a book on criminal procedure to the librarian, but I can see you don’t have it.”

  She spun on a heel to leave, but only managed one step before his deep voice pulled her up short.

  “Which book don’t I have?”

  Slowly turning, she jabbed a finger idiotically in the direction of his book pile. “I thought it was that… that red one on top.”

  “You’re right, it’s not on criminal procedure. What’s the title of your red book?”

  “Er…”

  “Don’t you know?”

  Ophelia’s brain shorted out under the effort of thinking. “I-I can’t remember exactly, but it’s definitely red.”

  He looked at her as if he knew every thought in her head. This whole idea had started out pear-shaped. Now it would torment her for all time.

  “I think I know what you’re looking for.”

  He stood up abruptly, his immense frame towering over her meager five and a half feet. At least six feet, four inches. And broad. Lily had a giant boyfriend.

  “There’s no need...” Ophelia declared bravely, but already he’d walked off leaving her no option but to be sucked along in his wake.

  He led her to a bookstack at the far end of the floor. “This section is on criminal procedure, but I doubt your red book is here. Are you sure you’re not looking for something else?”

  The way he said ‘something else’ had Ophelia scrambling for a response. “It-it might be at the end,” she mumbled, scooting along the row to put distance between herself and her tormentor. When she started checking the other side of the aisle, he leaned against the pillar at the end to wait.

  “No luck?” he asked as she neared him.

  “It must be on loan.”

  “Unlikely.”

  “Someone could have borrowed it,” she insisted, aware that his eyes were on her shapeless black sweater with the loose threads around the bottom. Ophelia didn’t do sophistication whereas he was every inch designer.

  “Perhaps there’s another book you can borrow, Ms.…?”

  “Jones.”

  His brow rose. “So, Ms. Jones, you like coming up here?”

  “Yes,” she confessed. “I usually have the place to myself.” Taking a step to leave, she stopped, rooted to the floor. In the whole of her young womanhood, Ophelia had never been so aware of a man’s presence—his masculinity, his strength, his beauty or his aftershave for that matter. If testosterone could be packaged, he had it covered.

  His voice came down at her, low and inquiring. “You’re a lawyer?”

  Looking up to answer his question, she could see he was older than Lily’s usual twenty-somethings. Around thirty-two or three. All grown up.

  “I-I passed the Bar a month ago,” Ophelia stammered, struggling to focus under his intense gaze. “I’m with the D. A.’s office preparing my first case.”

  “I’m sure you’ll do well.”

  Ophelia glowed under the praise. “Thank you. And you?”

  “Defense attorney. I get the bad guys off.” His eyes traveled to her mouth, stayed there. “Maybe one day we’ll cross paths in a courtroom.”

  “I…”

  Her words faded when he picked a stray hair from her shoulder. “I’d enjoy going up against you, Ms. Jones.”

  Ophelia couldn’t think of a single thing to say to the wall of chest in front of her. Okay, she wasn’t great with chitchat and she hadn’t had sex in forever, but either way it wouldn’t have mattered because this man was all too much for her.

  Time to go. Except he shifted on his feet and the movement opened his overcoat to reveal a white business shirt and charcoal-colored pants. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted to put herself inside that coat and never come out. Ophelia shivered at the thought.

  “Are you cold?”

  In actual fact, she felt the opposite, but she had to cover. “A little. I should go.”

  “Is that what you want?”

  His eyes were darker now, but not enough to conceal the invitation in the inky depths.

  Only a step and she’d be in his arms. This couldn’t happen, not even with the man who would soon be Lily’s ex. Ophelia prided herself on being honest, on being a good friend. To give in now, to claim him even for a few minutes would be the worst betrayal.

  On a rush of loyalty, she snapped, “I don’t want anything from you.”

  She expected anger. Instead he smiled at her—so infectious, she had to resist the urge to smile back.

  “But you enjoyed listening?”

  She’d loved every filthy second. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  He lifted her hand in his. His fingers were so big, she couldn’t see her own, but she felt his lips on them. Those fingers had been inside her body. Ophelia cringed, hoping he wouldn’t notice. />
  “And if I’m not mistaken, you did more than listen.”

  Caught red-handed, so to speak. “Did you…”

  She petered out at the awkwardness.

  “Did I know you were there? I’ll take the fifth.”

  Embarrassingly, her fingers were still on his lips. But there was something worse going on in her body. His talk of discipline had awakened her interest and going by his perceptive expression, he knew.

  “I didn’t expect to be having this conversation in a library, Ms. Jones.”

  “Nor did I,” Ophelia muttered inanely.

  He smiled and to her horror, tasted her fingers. “Very nice.”

  “I-I really do have to go.”

  He released her hand. “I understand although you could stay and see what happens.”

  Yes, she could stay. Yes, she could have his badness, have sex with the sexiest man on the planet.

  Ophelia stared at her boots.

  “Would you like to stay, Ms. Jones?”

  She nodded at the floor.

  He lifted her face. “Are you sure you want to take this step because it might change you?”

  Taking steps didn’t matter when it felt like destiny had taken over her life. “I’m sure,” she answered shakily.

  “Then take off your glasses.”

  Ophelia placed them on the shelf beside her and stood very still. His hand slid around her waist to draw her inside his coat. She could feel his cock through his trousers—thick and long and hard. He bent low to kiss her, his tongue seeking entrance. Ophelia parted her lips for him and gave herself over to his kiss. Everything around her blurred until there was nothing but him, his skilled mouth, his powerful arms encasing her, his erection against her stomach. As he deepened the kiss, his hand slid over her butt, squeezing gently to start with, then harder when she flexed into the pain. He massaged, compressed again. Over and over he went while his tongue played the inside of her mouth as though probing another part of her body. Ophelia felt his other hand slide to her crotch to hold her butt and sex sandwiched. She whimpered in pleasure at the restraint.