“Do you like it when I lick you?” She snakes that tongue out again.

A bead of pre-cum rises to the surface and my cock swells. With a shaky voice I answer, “I like your mouth on any part of my body, Green Eyes.”

“Your legs are shaking, do you need some help, Damian?” Her voice is cocky, her eyes filled with mischief.

“I need to lean against the counter, Addison or I’m going to fall.”

She stands. Damn, not what I wanted. She places her tiny hands on my shoulders and turns me so I lean back against the cold stone counter. She kisses my lips, then down my neck. Her tongue and small bites of her teeth travels the length of my scar and I shiver. I may come before she gets to my cock, her small hands trailing along my skin as her lips continue to press kisses down my body. I grab her around the waist, my hips flexing into her and my desire for her so strong I’ve forgotten that I want her mouth and not her slick folds to encase me. I just want in somewhere, anywhere because this is such sweet torture.

She tsks me and backs away. I want to scream no and pull her against me, but she slowly lowers down to her knees and relief that this burning desire is about to be laid to rest washes over me.

There’s no more teasing, no more sweeps of her tongue. She’s done playing games and as she takes me fully into the back of her throat, as my hands grip the hard granite of the kitchen counter and as her eyes look up at me from under her dark lashes, I think maybe those books she reads have it right. I’m so deep inside her warm mouth and she has no problem taking me deeper. Her hand slips between her own legs and I lose my mind. Moving my palms to rest on either side of her head, my hips flex in and out between her lips, my cock glistening each time I pull out and push back inside. I can feel it build, the tension in my balls, the heat that begins to slide up my back and my legs, which are so shaky I can barely stand. She begins to moan as her hand moves at a fast pace and the vibrations that emanate from her throat do me in. Hot liquid shoots down my spine and through my legs as my balls tense up tight and I explode down the back of her throat. My orgasm shaking my entire body and my hands keeping her firmly in place as she uses her mouth to milk me of everything I have.

Tremors run through my body, and my knees fall weak. My vision blurs for a few seconds before it finally focuses and finds her still working herself, her eyes closed as her hand continues its persistent motion between her soft legs. Lowering to my knees, I place my hands on her shoulders, and her eyes open wide, surprised, and then thankful. I push her back and remove her hand, my mouth taking over where she left off. She’s soaked, her arousal prominent, and her scent intoxicating. I’m so into her, so consumed by what she does to me, the hard, cold floor pressing into my knees barely registers as my mouth soaks up all her wetness and her cries of pleasure ring in my ears. It doesn’t take long, before she’s cresting, her hands clenching my scalp, her body quivering and my name rolling off her tongue.

I’ve always known my limits when it came to women, not interested in one-night stands but never being fully committed either. Collapsing onto the hard stone kitchen floor, her body limp next to mine, our hearts frantically beating in sync, the only thought I have is that I never realized I did love.

Thomas wasn’t happy that I’d called in sick once this month already. He wasn’t happy when I showed up to work after visiting Emily without any of the information he’d asked me to gather, and now, almost a month later, he’s really going to be unhappy that I’m about to tell him, there is no way in hell I’m working on the Emily Jones case.

“Thomas, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to pass on this opportunity.”

His beady eyes glance up at me from the papers on his desk, then he squints. “Say that again.”

I clear my throat, my fingers twisting and turning into each other. “I said, you’re going to have to find someone else to work on the Emily Jones case.”

Dropping his pen on his desk and sitting back, he stares at me for a moment before he speaks. “And why is that, Addison. Please enlighten me to the reason I shouldn’t fire you here on the spot.”

Oh shit, here it comes. “Because Thomas, I recently lost my dad to cancer, it’s too much for me to watch a little girl battle the same disease.”

He rubs at his temples and closes his eyes. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Dropping his pen on the papers in front of him, he looks up in thought. “What about paperwork? You won’t need to visit her, but there’s someone I need to keep at a distance and I need help fighting back at his attorneys.”

He can only be talking about Damian. I can’t help him with this.

“My neighbor is Damian Walker.” I blurt.

His eyes widen. “Is this some kind of joke?” he asks.

I shake my head, and his eyes glare at me.

“Are you sleeping with him?”

Shocked, I don’t answer.

“How long have you known you were putting both my firm and your job at risk, Addison?”

Looking at the floor, my hands are twisting together when I answer, “About a month.”

He doesn’t even pause. “You’re fired.”

I knew this was coming, but it still stings. “Because I live next door to a man who only wants to see what’s best for Emily?”

“No, because you are refusing to work on a case that I’ve assigned to you.”

“Why do you hate him so much?” I ask quietly.

He stands, meeting my gaze. “Damian Walker was driving the car the night Emily’s mom died. He killed her. Has he ever shared that information with you, Addison? Told you he’s the reason Emily’s an orphan in the first place?”

I did not hear him right. This must be a mistake. We’ve talked about this, Damian’s told me Emily’s story and it never included him.

“You seem surprised.” I can hear Thomas talking, but it’s distant. Everything feels distant.

I collapse into the empty leather chair across from him, my mind spinning as to why Damian would lie to me.

“Probably a tiny fact you would have liked to know before you risked your job for him. Damian’s lucky I’ve allowed him this much access as it is. He’s not getting any parental rights over that little girl, and feel free to let him know that the next time he needs to borrow and egg. You’re dismissed.”

Emily’s mom died in a car accident. Damian’s car accident.

For the second time in my life, I feel completely abandoned by a man. Being left physically is one thing, being left emotionally leaves an entirely new scar on your heart. Throwing all my caution to the side, I’d jumped into this relationship, believing everything he told me about commitment and the future he wanted with me. But right now, I can’t see much of a future at all.

I have to get out of here. Forcing myself up from the deep leather seat, I bolt out of Thomas’ office and into my own, grabbing my purse and deciding I’ll pack my personal belongings another day. I need to talk to Damian.

“I’m sorry, Addison. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I was walking by Thomas’s office just now. Did he really fire you?”

Startled by the sudden intrusion into my thoughts, I almost crash into Veronica as I’m leaving the office. Nodding and doing my best to hold back the tears, I watch as she bites her bottom lip in contemplation.

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but it may make you feel better. Thomas was an orphan. That’s why he took this case.”

“What?” I’m not processing what she’s trying to tell me, too focused on the fact that Damian never shared the entire story.

“Thomas. He was ten when his parents were killed in a car accident, much the same way Emily’s mom died. He was a system kid, never got out of it until he was eighteen.”