n't con

like tarot cards predicting disaster, and all I could think about was the way Kane had

car

undredth time today. I shifted in my chair, pressing my thighs together agains

r her first crush. Kane Drax was my client-a criminal accused of sexual assault-and I

. Like I was salvation and damnati

Her timeline didn't match the witness reports. She claimed Kane had followed her to a private room around

, and it wasn't h

he mysterious client? Still thinking about Mr.

ly sh

lectricity that had shot between us when I'd touched the door. The way his voice had roughened w

d if I'd walked back to

as dangerous.

there instead-strong, unyielding, commanding. Would he have been gentle, coaxing? Or would

Kane's hands gripping her waist, guiding her every movement while she writhed against him like her sanity depended on it. And that

make him sou

moved before my mind could stop it. My hand slid beneath the waistband of

a

rough and low, whispering Calla like a command only I could obey. My fingers brushed against m

nger, firmer, far less forgiving-working me with practiced precision. He'd know eve

my apartment, my other hand gripping th

ming. His hand holding me open while his fingers drove me higher, deeper, faster. He wouldn't stop until I was undone,

ne, Calla

ushed my ear. My body clenched around my own fingers like he was r

ou're

back arched, my body convulsing with wave after relentless wave of pleasure. His name spi

r, breathless, trembling, every nerve still singing with the e

smic haze where nothing mattered except t

lity cra

urbated to fantasies of my client. My criminal client. The man accused of se

ered, yanking my hand a

riate boundaries. I didn't lose control. I didn't let emotion cloud my judgment. And I c

the satisfied ache between my legs made it impossi

to do with Kane's legal case and everything to do with th

shattering the

ars of legal training had taught me that impor

la R

ind of old-money accent that spoke of boarding schools a

spite the lingering heat

tional, but there was steel beneath the silk. "Mr. Drax is a dangerous man with dangerous ene

at a t

e are other clients, other opportunities. Ones that wo

like a physical blow. "What

't." The man's chuckle was soft, almost gentle. "Car accidents happen so eas

ne wen

replaced by something cold and sharp. Someone was watchin

made a

sn't fear making them tremble. It was rage. Pure, clean fury at

t know me

system wanted to forget. I wasn't about to start backing down now, e

indows twice before bed, I couldn't shake the feeli

bigger than Victoria's wounded pride

ected to secrets that ha