The Lawyer: Gave Me Sex Love Taste

“Fuck!” I screamed. “I’m going to come!”

His palm ground against my clit while two of his fingers thrust inside me, his teeth nipping my nipple, my ass full of his cock, the combination urging my climax.

He was fully dominating me.

And all I could do was hold on.

“You just got tighter,” he barked.

My eyes closed as the first shot barreled through me. “Ahhh!” It was paralyzing, a crushing mix of shudders and tingles. “Dominick!”

Something was clawing through me, each layer causing me to yell louder, to tremble harder. This wasn’t an orgasm I was used to. This feeling came from everywhere, in each part, in waves and gusts that refused to die, instead growing taller and heavier.

“Fucking Christ,” he moaned against my breast. “You’re going to make me come.”

Even though I was lost, I felt him go deeper, his movements rougher, more powerful.

That only heightened the sensations inside me.

He rocked his hips in a more forceful rhythm, his kisses needy and demanding. “Your fucking ass”-he gave me his tongue to suck on-“is milking me.” His pattern changed to short, intense strokes, and I finally started to come down. “Fuck!”

I watched the satisfaction spread across his face, moans releasing from his lips, a warm thickness filling me.

“Kendall.” He shuddered, his hands framing my cheeks. “My fucking Kendall.” He was falling apart, using slow, breathy sounds that I wanted to savor for the rest of my life. After several more spasms, his kisses were his only movement. “Fucking amazing.”

I hugged him against me, needing him closer. His hair tickled my chest, his whiskers a coarseness that I loved. “I never expected it to feel like that,” I breathed into the top of his head, my eyes closing. “For it to honestly feel that good.”

He lifted his face, giving me his eyes, an emotion passing through them that I hadn’t seen in him before. One that was soft and endless. “I told you …” He rested in my neck, and I cupped the back of his head, a tenderness in each of his breaths. “I’ll never hurt you.”

TWENTY-SIX

DOMINICK

A

fter two weeks of traveling, Jenner was back in town, and Ford had gotten a babysitter for the night, meaning only one thing.

We were going out.

And the place they’d chosen was one of the most popular clubs in Hollywood.

The same one where Kendall would be filming tonight.

I didn’t like the idea of being in her space while the cameras were rolling, not being able to talk to her, not being able to put my fucking hands on her.

Watching her act as though she were single.

But I had no choice. We had a secret to maintain, and that was the path I’d chosen.

I wasn’t surprised when the guys had picked a table in the corner of the bar, a spot that allowed us to see the whole VIP section, Kendall and her costars and their entire production crew in the center.

It was fucking excruciating to watch her from this far away, seeing how goddamn beautiful she looked in that red dress. I couldn’t touch her upper thigh when the material rode high on her legs or squeeze that perfect fucking ass that I’d been thinking about nonstop since she’d let me fuck it.

I couldn’t whisper in her ear, inhaling her scent, feeling the softness of her skin against my lips.

I could only observe.

With my hands to myself.

And I had to make sure I didn’t flirt with her from all the way over here, so the producers didn’t pick up on any signs. Raising their attention was the last goddamn thing I needed.

So, instead, I drank, the waitress topping off my glass with the bottle we’d ordered whenever she came over to check on us.

But that didn’t stop my brothers from fucking ogling at her cast, giving me their thoughts on each member.

“That one,” Ford said, nodding toward Delilah, “she’s fire.”

“And trouble,” I warned.

“Oh, yes, I can attest to that,” Jenner said. “A bite that’s not worth the bark.”

Ford looked at us. “But her tits”-he shook his head-“they have to be at least triple Ds.”

“There’s no denying that,” Jenner agreed. “But trust me, man, stay far away.”

I held the glass against my lips, tasting the sourness of the lime as it floated on top of the ice cubes. “Unless you want to be in my kind of hell, dodging the cameras, avoiding outings”-I knew my brothers felt the same as me about being in the public eye-“you should keep your distance.”

Ford looked away from her. “You’re right … I’m good.” He took a long drink. “But Jesus, fuck, she’s hot.”

“They all are,” Jenner responded.

“Nah.” I glanced at the wild-haired beauty in the middle, the one all the girls flocked to-my fucking queen. “None of them even compare to Kendall.”

“Our brother has finally found himself a girl after how many years?” Ford stopped to jokingly count on his fingers and added, “You know we’re not going to comment on her.”

“I’m steering clear from that as well,” Jenner agreed. “But I will say”-he punched my bicep-“you did well, Dominick. Really fucking well.”

“I second that,” Ford said.

Brett was suddenly standing in front of our table, his hand pounding each of our fists before he sat. “What are you motherfuckers doing here tonight?”

We hadn’t had a chance to speak today, so I hadn’t realized he would be here, but I wasn’t shocked at his presence. He tried to stop in wherever his clients were shooting.

“The boys and I came by for a drink,” I told him.

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I pointed at Jenner and Ford. “It’s their fault.”

He laughed. “Oh, I’m sure they handcuffed and dragged your ass here, and you had no say in this whatsoever.”

“Listen”-I chuckled before I took a sip-“she’s been filming all over town, and I haven’t visited any of the spots until now.”

He squeezed my shoulder. “I’m just giving you a hard time, buddy.” He looked in Kendall’s direction, but my eyes stayed on him, where it was safe. “You plan on dancing with her tonight?”

“Hell no.”

He laughed again. “I was in the production office this morning, watching some of the footage they were editing from the earlier shoots. The executives are pleased with her performance.” He sighed, grinning. “I’m talking, really pleased.”

I added more tonic to my glass. “That means two things, my man. More fucking money that we can negotiate and more endorsements that’ll be rolling in.”

He nodded. “A contract came in this afternoon; I haven’t even had the chance to tell her yet.”