When You Give a Lawyer a Kiss (Aspen Grove)

Chapter 22

THREE MONTHS LATER

I saunter into Dawson’s office, locking the door behind me.

His new firm is in a high-rise overlooking Central Park and the city skyline.

This morning, he finally settled the Irving case, and I got to witness firsthand as he got justice for his client—Wes Irving. Wes had launched a startup for an AI-powered financial app, but lost ownership after bringing on additional investors which diluted his control of the business and reduced his profit share. With Dawson’s help, Wes has bought back his original stake in the company and has been reinstated as the CEO.

Watching Dawson in action this morning was a form of foreplay I didn’t know existed. It was hot as hell witnessing him command that room and make grown men cower. I almost lost it when he rolled up his shirt sleeves, exposing his tattooed forearms.

For so long, he’s kept his tattoos concealed, thinking he had to fit a certain image or his reputation would be tarnished. However, it seems like he’s now accepted they’re part of who he is. The ink on his arms is irrelevant to clients when he delivers the results they expect, and they add an extra edge to the intimidation factor when he needs to use it.

Plus they’re sexy as hell.

The last three months have been especially hectic for us both.

Dawson’s had to balance starting the new firm, juggling endless meetings, and tight deadlines. Yet, through it all, he never fails to find time for me.

In addition to settling into the new firm, I’ve recently experienced several significant changes in my life.

Noah and I took the LSAT four weeks ago and got our results yesterday.

We both scored in the one-seventies, which should be sufficient for admission to a top law school in New York. However, I’m open to accepting any offers to law schools in the area, as long as I can commute from Brooklyn and have enough time to visit Grams each week.

Now that we don’t have to study anymore, Noah and I meet up for weekend brunch instead. He’s still going strong with David, and I’m so glad he’s found someone who makes him happy.

Last month, the sale of Grams’ house was finalized. We sold it to a developer who owns the neighboring lots. They plan to turn the area into a new apartment complex for low-income families.

Saying goodbye to the house was bitter-sweet, but Grams and I spent hours going through keepsakes, reminiscing about the memories tied to each one. Knowing that Grams is at peace with the decision is the closure I needed to fully let go.

Dawson is seated at his desk, engaged in an animated call with opposing counsel for another case. A workaholic by nature, he never turns down a high-stakes case, no matter how much is on his plate.

“No, my client won’t accept those terms,” he growls. His tone is gruff, and whoever is on the other end gets an earful.

He left the apartment earlier than usual this morning to prepare for the Irving meeting, so he missed our morning ritual, which usually includes him inside me, his face buried between my legs or my mouth wrapped around his cock.

Moving in with him has been one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. We compromised on me paying for groceries and takeout when we’re not in the mood to cook. I tried offering to contribute to other expenses, but he insisted on covering the rest.

When I tried to protest, he explained that he wanted me to set up an investment plan to manage the proceeds Grams and I received from selling the house. That way, one day, I could use the funds to start a nonprofit or my own firm dedicated to advocating for children’s rights after I graduate.

There was no way I could argue with that.

Dawson is generous, thoughtful and loves me unconditionally. On occasion his bossy side comes out, but my stubbornness always balances us out.

A smile plays on my lips as I approach his desk, dropping to my knees in front of him.

His gaze sears into me as he mutes his call. “Red, what are you doing?” His voice is strained.

I bat my eyelashes. “Taking care of my boss. You’ve had such a stressful morning Mr. Tate, and I want to help you take the edge off.” I answer in a sultry tone.

Dawson strokes my head, and I lean into his touch. “You’re such a good girl.”

His words of praise have me nuzzling into this touch. The fact that we’re in his office in the middle of the day is pushed aside; the driving need to taste him overriding everything else.

Dawson opens his legs in silent invitation, and I scoot closer to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his slacks. He sits perfectly still as I pull down his zipper.

He unmutes his call. “Yes, I’m here,” he snaps to the person on the phone.

I lift my hooded eyes to meet his smoldering gaze as I curl my fingers around his thick cock. He inhales sharply as I move my hand up and down his shaft in slow, steady strokes. Pre-cum leaks from the tip, and I lean forward to lap it up with my tongue.

“No, my client wants five million, that’s nonnegotiable.”

Dawson wraps his fist around my ponytail, guiding himself into my mouth. I greedily accept, sucking the crown with fervor, and when he tightens his grip, coaxing me to take him deeper, I hollow out my cheeks until his head is at the back of my throat. He lets me set the pace as I adjust.

He covers the phone with his hand. “Such a naughty girl,” he groans as he strokes the column of my neck.

My panties are completely soaked through, his praise fueling my desire. I cup his balls, squeezing gently, as I suck him off.

“The answer is no, Carl. Call me back when you have a better offer.” He hangs up and tosses his phone on the desk.

“Fuck, Red, you’re a goddamn vision with your mouth around my cock.”

I hum around his length in reply.

Dawson loses all control, tugging my head forward as he moves me at the pace he wants. He lets out a growl of approval as I suck him with fervor, eager to please.

I’m drunk on the knowledge that I’m the reason for his unrestrained pleasure. I grip his thighs, clawing at his pants as my mouth bobs up and down on his shaft.

“I’m going to come,” he groans.

He gently tugs my hair to pull me off but I ignore him, and suck harder. His cock jerks under my hand as his cum fills my mouth. His eyes widen as I lap up every drop, licking him clean. When I’m finished, his cock springs free from my mouth with a loud pop.

Dawson extends a hand to help me up and lifts me onto his desk, shoving aside several stacks of paperwork to make room. He grips my jaw, pulling me in for a searing kiss. His presence is all-consuming as he towers over me, gazing down with those piercing blue eyes I love so much.

He nips my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, angel.”

“Yes.” I breathe out the single word as a shiver ripples down my spine.

I need Dawson like I need my next breath, and I’m at his mercy, addicted to his touch. He hikes my skirt up over my hips and yanks my panties to the side, stepping between my legs while grabbing hold of his still-hard cock.

“And you thought I was old,” he taunts as he pushes inside me in one deep thrust.

“Oh, fuck, Dawson,” I cry out.

He slants his mouth across mine to swallow my moans as he as his thrusts work up to almost a punishing pace. I wrap my hands around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair, savoring the feel of being so full. He lifts up on the balls of his feet, giving himself the extra height he needs to plunge in deeper, allowing me to feel every single inch of him. He drops his head against my shoulder, putting all his energy into driving home.

He reaches down and alternates between flicking and rolling my clit with his thumb and forefinger, and soon we’re both barreling toward our release.

“You’re taking me so well, Red. This pussy was made for me,” he murmurs as he plants a soft kiss against my nose. “I can’t wait until we get home tonight so I can take my time with you.”

“Looking forward to it,” I say with a sated smile.

Being with Dawson has brought me more happiness than I ever imagined. I’ll be forever grateful to the universe for bringing us together and for that fateful day I stumbled into his tattoo shop, which led us here.

He’s proven that there is such a thing as a fairytale ending, complete with grand gestures and a love that surpasses all hopes. Except in place of a prince and a carriage, my happily-ever-after comes with a sexy, tatted lawyer, one where I ride off into the sunset on the back of his bike.

Getting a new boss didn’t turn out anything like I expected, but now I know what happens when you give a lawyer a kiss…

He becomes my home, the place where my heart belongs.