Take a Chance on Me(88)

It was like no kiss he’d ever experienced before. Slow. Deep. Almost dreamlike. She weaved a spell around him until he forgot everything but the drugging sensation of her mouth.

That was, until a cold metal cuff clicked onto his wrist.

He jerked back, tugging, only to find that she’d somehow managed to lock the other end to the chair. “What the hell?”

She straightened, looking oh so pleased. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you.”

He made a grab for her, but she jumped back, sliding onto the desk and out of his grasp. Although he could reach her, he wasn’t able straighten enough to get a good hold on her. He said in his most deadly voice, “I hope you have the key, little girl.”

She batted her lashes, slipped a hand into her bra, and extracted a key. “I’ve got it right here.”

What was she up to? He narrowed his eyes. “You know, once I get free, I’m going to turn you over this desk and paddle that ass until you can’t sit for a week.”

“Sounds like quite a punishment,” she said, not sounding scared at all.

The little vixen.

Despite his position, he wanted her like wildfire and his cock pressed insistently against the zipper of his jeans. “What are you planning?”

“I thought we could play a little game.” She ran her hands up her legs, stopping at the hem of her skirt. “You know, I’m not wearing any panties.”

He stifled a groan. “I don’t believe you.”

She laughed and flipped the edge of the skirt up, flashing bare skin before smoothing the hem back down. There was no trace of the shy, guilt-ridden woman he’d met in his bar that first night.

He levered up off the chair, only to sit back down when the whole chair jerked with him. These were no play cuffs. “Where’d you get these?”

“Charlie lent them to me. He had a spare set.”

“I’m going to kill him,” he said darkly. Was that why she’d gone to see him?

“He mentioned that.” She reached for the buttons on her top and slowly popped each one, exposing her flesh, inch by torturous inch. “I want something.”

“Anything,” he answered.

“Anything?” Her tone was so sly the hair rose on the nape of his neck. She pulled forward the cardboard box. “I want you to take Luke’s case.”

So that’s what this was about? He met her gaze. “I’m not going to take it.” Not until he had his life straightened out.

She parted the draping fabric of her blouse and traced a path over the white lace of her bra. “Are you sure?”

He stared transfixed at her breasts spilling over the demi cups, but managed to croak out, “Yes.”

With trembling fingers, she ran her hands along the edge of her bra before stroking over silk-covered nipples.

He ground his teeth and kept quiet.

She circled the hard peaks over and over, her breath catching. “Why?”

“Because despite his troubles, he’s a good kid and deserves a lawyer who’s not on the verge of getting disbarred.”

“Mary Beth thinks you’re perfect.” She played with the front clasp of the bra, running one finger up and down until he wanted to rip it off her. But he couldn’t, because she’d cuffed him to a f*cking chair.

“Plenty of qualified attorneys can handle it.”

“Sam told me you’re the one.”

He closed his eyes, shaking his head. He could not believe this. “What, is he your psychic advisor now?”

“I was informed he doesn’t care for that word.” Her fingers played over the swells of her breasts, taunting him.

Though dangerous and edgy, he managed to keep his voice controlled. “I’ll find Luke someone and pay for it. Will that make you happy?”

The clasp popped. “No. That will not make me happy.”

“It will have to do.”

“We’ll see about that.” She peeled the cups off her breasts and rested her hands on the desk. Pink-tipped nipples begged for his mouth. “I asked Tommy and Mary Beth about the case.”

That confirmed his suspicions about her trip to the garage.

She thrust her chest out, arching her back. “You’re acting like he’s up for murder, not teenage delinquency. I think you can handle it before any concrete action would even be taken against you.”

She was probably right. Not that he’d tell her. She didn’t understand. He didn’t want to get a taste of the law again only to have it ripped away. “I don’t want to take the chance.”

“On him, or on yourself?”

Before he could retort with something scathing, she straightened and ran her thumbs over her nipples.

His argument fragmented. He remembered their first night together, when she’d been so hesitant to touch herself.

There was no hesitation now.

He had to get out of these cuffs. Using the only weapon he had available, he started to talk. “You’ll need a lot more pressure to get yourself off, Princess.”

“You don’t think I know how to give myself an orgasm?” she shot back, still playing gently over her nipples.

“I hadn’t realized you needed to since I came along.”

“I haven’t.” She licked her lips. “But I still know how.”