The Suit (15 page)

I set Edie’s sandwich on the kitchen table, wondering if she’s okay. She seems a little off this morning. Maybe she’s more hungover than I thought. I make my way down the hall to her bathroom and put my ear to the door. I don’t hear the shower running, but the sound of water sloshing around tells me she decided on a bath. I’m just about to knock when I hear my cell phone ringing down the hall. I rush to my room and grab it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, you dirty bastard!” Parker’s voice rips through the phone.

“What’s up, shithead?” I laugh.

“Are you sitting down?”

“Should I be?”

“My uncle knows someone over at Shuestar and Bechman. They’re hiring, and he got us both interviews.”

I immediately let my ass fall to the bed with his news. I’m not sure how I feel about Parker’s uncle getting me an interview. I want my first job as a lawyer to be earned on my own, not because someone pulled strings for me. I hadn’t even considered sending my resume in to Shuestar and Bechman because I’d heard they rarely hire new lawyers. Even if they don’t hire me, which I’m sure they won’t, it would be a great interview experience. Besides, they’re in New York and that’s exactly where I want to end up.

“You there, man?” Parker asks.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m here. Dude, your uncle is awesome.”

“I know, right? Interview is set up for the week after we take the Bar. You can do your other interview while you’re there, too. Can you make it?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

When we hang up I realize I need to fill Edie in on the dates I’d have to leave. I’d probably need about a week and I don’t like the thought of leaving her. Shit. I shake my head. If I don’t like the idea of leaving her for a week, what am I going to do when the summer ends?

When I leave my room, Edie is still in the tub. I tell her through the door that we’ll get everything taken care of for the day and she can just relax. She tells me she might run into town for a few things, but she’ll pick us up something for dinner on her way home. I want to ask her if everything is okay, but I decide to wait until she’s feeling better.

“Okay, Edie, calm down.” Nikki grabs me by my shoulders and looks into my eyes. “This is not the end of the world.”

“I’m falling for him. How is this not the end of the world?” I laugh hysterically.

“Sit down,” she orders me, and I pull out a chair from her kitchen table.

“I’m just another notch on his bedpost. He’ll leave and find some other pathetic woman to take my place and I’ll be left here completely ruined. This was a horrible idea. I never should have done this.”

Nikki takes the seat across from me. “First of all, I think the suit has it bad for you. Secondly, what makes you so sure he won’t leave town and think of you every day? Stop selling yourself short, Edie. You’re an amazing woman and he knows that. He’s just caught up in this idea that you two could never be together because you want different things.”

“Well that’s a good reason not to get attached, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I do,” she answers honestly. “So what do you want to do? Stop having sex with him?”

I shake my head. “No, the sex is amazing. I just wish I could cut off my emotions and leave it as just sex.”

“I think you’re too far gone for that.”

I drop my head to the table and groan. “What do I do?”

Nikki is silent for a long moment before she says, “You keep your arrangement. No matter what, you’re going to be hurt when this is over, but at least you’ll have amazing sex with a great guy for the summer. I know it’s hard when you really think about it, but try to enjoy it.”

“Are you sure you’re my best friend?” I ask. “Shouldn’t you be telling me to end it to protect my fragile heart?”

“Maybe,” she laughs, “but I think you need this, Edie. You need to let loose and have some fun. You just have to remind yourself that this is a fling.”

“I hate that I’ll be living off these memories for a long time and he’ll just move on as if it never happened.”

Nikki smirks at me and I can tell she’s just gotten an idea. Her gaze is practically flashing;
I’m up to no good.

“What’s up your sleeve?”

“Edie James. You are going to give that man a night he’ll never forget.”

“What?”

“Come with me. I know exactly what you need to do.” Nikki grins before hopping up and trotting down the hall toward her bedroom. I follow her, hesitantly; a little worried about what she might have in mind.

After she’s laid out an ensemble for me to wear and explained her idea, I say, “I’m the sexually experienced one. I should be giving
you
ideas and pointers.”

“You had sex once before you hooked up with the suit, Edie. That hardly makes you an authority.”

“True,” I note. “How did you come up with this? This is pretty kinky.”

“Soft porn on Cinemax.” She shrugs.

I made sure to wait until after six this evening to return to the house. I wouldn’t dare let Joey or Trish see me in this ensemble Nikki has dressed me in. I pull down my visor and look in the mirror, checking my lipstick. Nikki really went all out on the hair and make-up. My outfit, if you can call it that since it’s lacking an appropriate amount of material, definitely fits what I’m about to do.

I take a shaky breath and walk up my porch quietly. When I enter the house, I see Suit’s bedroom light is on, but he’s not in the living room or the kitchen. I hurry into the kitchen and sit at the table, pulling the handcuffs Nikki gave me from my purse and cuffing them around my wrists in front of me. I know the suit heard me come in, so I wait quietly at the table.

This is either going to be one of the most incredible nights of my life
or
one of the worst. Hopefully not the latter.

I was thinking we could go to the beach after you get back.

Another text from Ainsley.

Unsure of how to respond, I type: 

Not sure. Might be moving.

She texts back seconds later with: 

I miss you.

Jesus, this girl is relentless. I’m trying to be nice here, do the right thing, but she’s making it really fucking hard. I ignore her last text, tossing the phone on my bed with a groan. Maybe I could go talk to her when I go take the Bar and end things then.

The sound of the front door slamming pulls me from my troubles. She’s home. I hate how anxious I am to see her, talk to her, feel her, but I don’t fight it. I quickly pile my books and papers on the desk and make my way to the kitchen. As I round the corner, my gaze meets Edie’s and my mouth goes dry. My dick gets hard instantly.

Her dark hair is mussed up and her makeup is heavier than she usually wears it—when she wears it, but it’s sexy. She’s wearing a tight jacket, cut perfectly, revealing her incredible cleavage. Under the jacket, a red, lacy bra peeks out—no shirt. Holy shit!

“Are you the lawyer they sent for?” Her voice is breathy, sensual.

I stare at her dumbfounded for a moment; my brain failing to register what is happening as I can’t stop thinking about ripping that jacket off of her and taking her on the kitchen table.

“When they arrested me, I told them I wouldn’t talk without a lawyer. Are you my lawyer?”

Understanding finally reaches me and I smirk slightly. She wants to role-play—unscripted. I’m so turned on right now, I can barely think straight, but this is fucking hot. “Yes. I’m your lawyer. I’m John Wilson.” I approach the table and reach out my hand. She raises her hands above the table and shows me her cuffs.

“They didn’t trust me not to run. I have a reputation for being very naughty.”

“What’s your name?”

She bats her eyes at me.
“My name is Anita…Anita Hardcock.”

Wow. Just wow. This woman is going to make me lose my mind. Anita Hardcock is dirty code for
I need a hard cock
.

“Well Anita, you have some very serious charges against you. I’m glad you retained my services.”

“I hope you’re as good as they say you are. I need the best. Do you think you can…get me off?” Edie pouts and I can’t help the smirk on my face. She’s obviously way better at the dirty banter than I am.

“Oh yes. I can get you off.” I nod enthusiastically.

“You’ll have to put in a lot of long…hard…hours. I need someone who really knows how to…handle my case.” Her tone is dripping with sexual innuendo and I’m loving every fucking second of it.

“Oh, I’m the right attorney for you. But my services are expensive.”

“The FBI froze my accounts. I have no money,” she says, distraught. “Unless…maybe we could work out some other arrangement.” She arches her back slightly and her breasts push forward. My gaze immediately hones in on them.

“What did you have in mind, Anita?”

She stands and rounds the table the long way toward me, ensuring I can see her ass cheeks that peek out of her barely there black miniskirt. My heart is pounding in my chest. I have never been so turned on in my life. As she nears me, she bites her lower lip and gazes at me with sultry eyes.

“Perhaps you’ll accept favors as payment?” She stands inches away from me, her arms in front of her, wrists cuffed. She looks like a wet dream.

I have to clear my throat before I speak. “And what kind of favors are we talking about here?”

She smiles coyly and pushes her breasts between her arms so that her cleavage rises. “You look tense, Mr. Wilson. Perhaps I could help you…release…some of that tension.” Her tongue rolls on the word ‘release’ and my dick twitches. Her body meets mine and she rubs my hard on through the fabric of my jeans. “Oh yes. You are very stiff. My, my.”

“Now that you mention it, Anita, I am feeling a little rigid lately.”

“You know, I think I need to take a better look at this.” Her hands reach my waist, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my hips. Once she pulls my boxers down, her hand grasps my shaft and I hiss. I’m so hard right no
w and all I want to do is plow inside of her. “What do you think, Mr. Wilson? Might we barter? You get me off and I can help you release a little bit of this…tension?”

“I think we can work something out.” Without another word, Edie falls to her knees before me and takes my cock in her mouth. I moan as her tongue circles around the head. Even with her hands cuffed, she manages to fist my shaft with one hand while she takes me in and out of her mouth. I’m going to come fast if she doesn’t stop so I pull her up, lift her to her feet, and put her on the kitchen table. She lies back, arms above her head, and I rip open her jacket and grope her perfect breasts before pulling the cups of her bra down so that her nipples peek out. I suck on each one as I kick off my pants and boxers. Tugging my shirt off, I look down and see the tiny excuse for a skirt she’s wearing. She’s not wearing any panties under it.

“You are a very bad girl Anita. No panties?”

“Please, Mr. Wilson. I want to be a good girl. But it feels so good to be bad.” Edie moans as she raises her hips from the table, begging for my touch. She’s wet. So wet. I can see her soft, pink flesh glistening, waiting for me to taste her.

“If I get you off, Anita, you’ll need to be good from now on.”

“I’ll try. I promise,” Edie moans.

I can’t wait any longer. I’m too worked up. I pull her hips, bringing her ass to the edge of the table and thrust into her with ease. Damn, she feels good. She’s soft and warm and I pause a moment trying to gather myself.

When I start pumping into her, I go slow
ly at first, taking my thumb and circling her clit. “Do you want to get off, Anita?”

“Yes. Please,” she cries as her orgasm builds.

“Then promise me you’ll be a good girl,” I tease as I feel her muscles tensing around my cock, her orgasm begging to be unleashed.

“For you. I’ll be good for you.”

I remove my hand and start thrusting faster, my own orgasm building, the familiar tingles shooting down my spine. I thrust into her hard, the legs of the table squeak as it rocks with my movements.

“Are you going to come for me, Anita?”

And with my words, Edie cries out and my own orgasm bursts from me filling her full. I fall onto her, half-standing, and she wraps her smooth legs around me as we both try to catch our breaths. My ear is to her chest and I can her heart pulsating in excitement. She smells sweet and even as I soften, I don’t want to pull out because surely there is no better feeling than this. I close my eyes as I realize, with one hundred percent certainty, that Edie James is more than a fling that I’ll look back fondly on. I’m falling for her.

When I finally force myself up, Edie gives me a shy smile, her cheeks still faintly red from the heat of our love making. “That was…fucking amazing,” I say, breathless, but there’s no way she could’ve missed the admiration in my voice. I am in awe of Edie James. I have never experienced anything so fucking hot in my entire life.

Edie smiles bashfully and motions to the floor with a nod. “The key to these is in my purse, front pocket. Would you get it?”

I find her purse and dig out the key. Once I’ve undone the cuffs, I help her to stand and lead her to the shower. While I run the water, she peels off her jacket and then her bra and I can’t help staring at her. Her
legs glisten from where our joined fluids have trickled down her leg and it’s one of the sexiest fucking images I’ve ever seen.

As she shimmies her skirt off, I grab a towel from the linen closet and we climb in the shower together. We don’t say a word. I can’t say why she doesn’t speak, but for me, I’m trying to digest the epiphany that I just had. I’m falling for her and that is bad news. Very bad. She needs a man that I could never be. But somewhere, in the back of my mind, a voice resonates, one that I’ve blocked out for a long time when I turned my back on Johnny Wilson and became John Wilson. “
She’s the one,
” it says, and I’m terrified it might be right.