When You Give a Lawyer a Kiss (Aspen Grove)

Chapter 16

A fter bingo, we decided to have dinner with Grams before coming back to Dawson’s place. I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly they hit it off. Dawson can be charismatic when he wants to be.

Usually, I’m in low spirits after a visit with Grams, the loneliness hitting hard after leaving her, but today was different. Dawson’s company has kept the sadness at bay, and for that I’m grateful.

We step out onto the roof, where a pool is surrounded by three ivy-covered walls providing a secluded retreat and offering a stunning view of the waterfront. The patio is furnished with loungers and a table, a cushioned sofa, and two heated lamps that Dawson switches on as I take in the surroundings.

“This is amazing,” I say, awestruck.

“You want to go for a swim?” Dawson asks, nodding toward the pool. “It’s heated.”

I look wistfully at the water. “I didn’t pack a swimsuit,” I remind him.

He failed to mention the hidden oasis on his rooftop beforehand.

“You don’t need one,” he says with a wry grin.

I watch him with a hint of skepticism as he proceeds to strip out of his long-sleeve shirt and pants, tossing his clothes on the nearby patio table. His boxers hang low on his hips, and his well-defined muscles and confident stance are on full display. He’s devastatingly attractive, and it’s almost criminal how he wields it.

The tattoo of the phoenix rising from the ashes on his right bicep catches my attention—its wings outstretched and the head splayed out on his shoulder. Now that he’s shared more of his past, it makes sense why he got it—a symbol of beating the odds and overcoming early hardships to achieve success.

“Your turn.” He nods toward my outfit.

He watches, his jaw slightly open as I unfasten the buttons of my pants and slowly tugs them down over my hips. Once they fall to the ground, I step out one leg at a time and kick them out of the way. I shoot him a sultry glance as I gradually lift my shirt over my head, and he groans. His patience wears thin when he catches his first glimpse of my bra, amplifying the thrill of the reaction I provoke in him.

Once I’m down to my bra and underwear, he closes the distance between us, takes me by the hand, and leads me to the pool steps. He was right. The pool is warm when we step in. The water envelops me and the slight chill in the air fades away.

I release Dawson’s hand and wade farther into the pool. I lie back, stretch out my arms, and drift on the water’s surface, feeling a sense of weightlessness. My legs extend, occasionally shifting with the gentle current. I allow myself to relax, my eyes fluttering shut, lost in the soothing rhythm of the water.

Floating in the pool brings a sense of relaxation I haven’t felt in ages. Today was perfect and gave me a peek into who Dawson is outside of the office.

From a distance, he comes across as a hard-edged lawyer, but in truth, he’s kind, generous, and surprisingly thoughtful. He’s taken every opportunity to find ways to lighten my load and I’m left with a startling realization—I could be in danger of falling in love with Dawson Tate.

With every moment we share I see beyond his tailored suits and brash demeanor. My feelings are shifting into genuine affection, and I’m afraid it could turn into something so much more.

I have a complex history with love, marked by losing some of the people I cared about most.

But even though being with Dawson makes me giddy and has my heart racing when we’re together, I can’t forget that he’s still my boss.

My eyes flutter open as the water ripples, finding him standing a few feet away, his gaze fixed on me. The weight of his stare holds me captive as I tread water, my feet unable to reach the bottom of the pool.

He swims toward me, my heart pounding so loudly I wonder if he can hear it. The space between us dwindles, and my racing thoughts dissipate. He has a gift for making me feel cherished and safe when we’re together. As he draws me into his chest, I instinctively wrap my legs around him, wanting to stay anchored in his embrace.

His thumb gently traces the worry line etched in the crease of my brow. “Something on your mind?” he asks.

Despite my reservations, I choose to fully embrace this moment because there’s no guarantee we’ll have another like it.

“Why don’t I show you instead?”

I slant my mouth across his, and my moan reverberates through our kiss as his tongue dances with mine, leaving me gasping for air. He moves toward the pool’s edge, effectively pinning me against the wall, and nuzzles my neck, inhaling deeply as if memorizing my scent.

“You’re perfect, Red,” he murmurs.

His gaze locks on mine as he tugs down my panties, lifting one leg at a time to take them off. He tosses the wet underwear onto the pool deck before his focus returns to kissing me.

My hands move to his hair, sinking my nails into his scalp, drawing him closer. His fingers trail against my neck before disappearing into the water, grazing my breast, then my navel. He pauses when he gets to my core.

“I can’t do what I want to you while we’re in the water,” he says.

His fingers imprint on my thighs as he carefully carries me out of the pool and moves across the patio to one of the loungers. He bends down to lay me on the cushion, stealing another kiss before pulling away with a smug smile.

A blush spreads across my cheeks as he brushes his hands along my legs, sending a tantalizing shiver down my spine. When he pulls my legs apart, Dawson lets out a guttural groan.

I wait with bated breath as he leans into the apex of my thighs, nipping at my sensitive skin. When I try to shift in my seat, he holds my legs apart, pressing his nose against my core and inhaling my scent. He doesn’t hesitate to plunge his tongue inside my pussy, and my back arches off the lounger as I cling to the sides and buck my hips, grinding against his face.

God, why is that so hot?

A rush of heat courses through me as Dawson hikes my legs over his shoulders to get a better angle, and I wind my fingers in his hair to keep myself steady. He steals my breath when he circles my clit in an intoxicating rhythm.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I moan.

“I’m going to worship your body until you’re unable to walk straight,” he vows before burying his face back between my thighs.

“Oh my god,” I gasp out as I dig my nails deeper into his scalp.

“Damn, you taste so sweet,” he utters.

I pant heavily as my climax builds, and my legs tighten around Dawson’s head when he locks his mouth around my clit. As I cry out, begging for more, he bites down firmly, and the night air fills with my screams as I erupt, tumbling into orgasmic bliss.

“Fuck, you’re sexy as hell when you come for me,” Dawson groans.

When I finally drift back from my euphoric state, I lower my hooded eyes to meet his unwavering gaze.

Dawson pushes my hair from my face as he kisses along the bridge of my nose. “I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

A tingle of anticipation courses through my core as he reaches behind me to unfasten my wet bra, dropping it to the ground. He kisses the valley between my breasts next, and I draw in a sharp breath when he flicks one of my nipples with his tongue. The small bud hardens at his touch, and he greedily wraps his mouth around it, biting down on the soft flesh.

“Holy fuuu-”

“That’s right, baby, let me make you feel good,” he groans.

I sink my fingers back into his hair and tug. My moans grow louder as he alternates between licking, biting, and sucking my sensitive breasts. I cling to him, savoring the attention he’s lavishing on me.

His hand trails down my chest until he gets to my stomach, drawing patterns with the pads of his fingers. When he reaches my legs, they fall open, eager to accept his touch. My breath hitches when he sinks two fingers inside me, stilling for a moment before starting to push in and out at a steady pace.

“ Dawson .” I moan his name like a prayer, my back arching at the welcome intrusion.

He leans forward, not allowing a single inch of space between us, and runs his tongue across the column of my neck while kissing along my collarbone. My head falls back against the headrest. This man has me coming completely undone and I wouldn’t stop it even if I could. A soft hum escapes my lips as I remember the feel of his thick cock inside me.

“You’re so stunning, Reese, and when you’re unraveling for me? There’s nothing more beautiful” He sigh. “Fuck.” He pulls away and runs his fingers through his hair. “I don’t have a condom out here. I’ll be right back.” He moves to get up, but I grab his arm to stop him.

I’ve never had sex without protection before, yet the image of Dawson inside me without a barrier is exhilarating.

“I’m on birth control. We don’t need a condom… unless you want one,” I add.

“Are you sure?” His expression is serious. “I’ve never gone without one before and would never do anything to make you uncomfortable.”

I draw him closer, kissing him on the lips. “Positive. Fuck me, Dawson. Fuck me right now.”

“Gladly, Red.”

He strips out of his sopping wet boxers and aligns himself with my core, pushing inside slowly. I slam my eyes shut and grip him tighter as our intermingled groans vibrate around us.

Once fully seated, he pauses to give me a moment to adjust. “Holy shit. You’re so goddamn tight,” he grits out, voice strained.

“God, I’ll never get over how big you are,” I gasp.

“Don’t worry, angel, you can take me,” he promises.

Dawson quivers beneath my touch from the strain of holding back. When he starts moving, I meet him thrust for thrust, embracing the sensation of him inside me. This man has me under his spell, and I’m powerless against his seductive touch.

“I’m so close, Dawson,” I pant out.

“We’re going to come together,” he orders, pressing a kiss to my temple.

He picks up his pace and all rational thought is gone as the primal sound of flesh slapping against flesh resonates in the air. I dive into a state of euphoria and when I look up at him, he’s watching me, silently promising to give me more.

“Come for me, angel,” he rasps as he flicks my clit repeatedly, giving me the added friction I’ve been begging for. My mouth parts, and a shiver courses through my spine as I detonate like a bomb. He’s right behind me, letting out a guttural groan as we tumble into a state of oblivion together.

Dawson cradles my face, planting soft kisses across my cheeks and forehead, leaving a trail of warmth behind.

He gently pulls out of me and retrieves his shirt from the table to clean us up. He tosses it to the ground and sits next to me on the lounger.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

I give him a sated smile. “Couldn’t be better. Although I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk down the stairs.” My body is boneless, and I’m achy in all the best ways.

Dawson gently caresses my cheek with his thumb. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

His words feel like a promise of something more and I worry that I’m in too deep to recover if he doesn’t catch me when I fall.