☽✧ witchywithwhiskey's fics ✧☾

Ransom had been your only ally from your world in your fight to escape from under the thumb of your financially abusive parents, so it was instinct to look to him when you were unsure what to do about Andy’s command. You gave him a pitiful look, begging your friend to help you yet again.

“Don’t look at him, look at me,” Andy said, a cool confidence in his voice that sent a shiver down your spine, one that was, surprisingly, not entirely born out of fear. Obediently, you returned your gaze to the lawyer, finding him watching you with an intensity that stole your breath. “Why are you looking at him? He can’t help you the way I can, that’s why he brought you to me, remember?”

Unfortunately, you remembered all too well that Andy was one of the few people in the state, let alone the city of Boston, who could help you with your situation. 

For years, your parents had been holding your inheritance hostage, using their wealth, power, and influence—and an entire army of lawyers—to make sure you couldn’t see a cent of your money unless you did exactly as they said. Unless you married exactly who they said. And you’d rather do anything than marry who they wanted you to marry. 

You’d called practically every lawyer in the state of Massachusetts, but they either weren’t willing or weren’t able to fight your parents and their lawyers, who were using every trick in the book, including plenty of not-so-legal ones. That had led you to asking Ransom for help, and he’d brought you to Andy Barber.

Which left you having to decide between doing as the cutthroat lawyer said, or walking out of his office and giving in to your parents’ whims. Your fingers tangled in the skirt of your sundress, indecision and desperation swirling in your belly.

“If you’re feeling shy, I can have my men leave and escort your friend out,” Andy offered, breaking the silence with the slightly mocking offer. “But if you want my help, you’re going to do as I say.” 

His tone turned hard, his final words coming out as a command that left no room for argument. It reminded you so much of your parents that you couldn’t help your body’s instinctual reaction. You flinched—hard. 

Your reaction didn’t make sense, but then anxiety never did. Panic blocked out everything else in the room, and you wrapped your arms around your body, your breaths coming in sharp pants as you cowered in front of the lawyer when only a moment ago, you’d held your head high. 

Andy seemed to freeze for a moment, taking in the change of your demeanor, then his shoes padded lightly on the wooden floor of the office as he moved closer. His steps were slow, almost cautious, like he was approaching a spooked animal.

You tried not to react further, but your shoulders bunched up around your ears and you huddled more tightly in on yourself. An instinctual part of you was waiting for a cruel hand to fall on your cheek—it was what you’d come to expect after a command like the one the lawyer had given—but none ever came. 

Instead, Andy let out a sharp breath, one of his fingers sliding gently beneath your chin. His touch was almost tender as he tilted your face up, and your mind spun as you tried to comprehend the fact that you were being touched with kindness rather than harshness. 

You blinked at Andy with wide, wary eyes, watching his face closely for any sign of anger or malice. There wasn’t any, only a quiet intensity and a sharp curiosity. It struck you, then, just how handsome the lawyer was. 

His eyes were such a pretty shade of blue, like a cloudless sky, and though he was tanned from summer days spent outside—on a beach somewhere without extradition while working for his more criminalistic clients, no doubt—there was a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks. 

The lawyer’s brown hair was neat and brushed back from his face, his beard so well-groomed that it looked soft, almost welcoming. You had the sudden urge to bury your face in Andy’s beard and forget your troubles, and the thought was so surprising, your eyes widened and your lips parted in shock. 

Your gaze lingered for another moment on Andy’s pink, inviting mouth, before returning to his eyes, which were watching you. There was a heady concentration in the lawyer’s gaze that made you want to squirm and press your thighs together, an inexplicable ache blooming in your core. 

Andy still held your chin so you couldn’t look away as a slow, slightly amused smile curved his mouth. He took another step forward, until he was close enough that the scent of him—expensive cologne, leather and something undeniably him—filled your senses, going right to your head and making you feel a little fuzzy. 

You swayed slightly on your feet, and Andy steadied you by putting his other hand on your waist. He squeezed your chin gently, waiting until he had your focus again before he spoke.

“I will not hurt you, sweetheart,” he said slowly, deliberately, his voice turning warm on the sweet nickname. He paused for a moment, searching your eyes for understanding, before continuing. “You have my word, and I’m a man of my word—got it?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you managed to say, stumbling over your words only a little—not from fear but from how flustered you felt with the handsome lawyer standing so close and calling you such sweet things. It wasn’t the kind of treatment you were used to, and you didn’t know what to do with it.

Another slow smile stole across Andy’s features and he chucked you lightly under the chin, clearly pleased at your answer. Though whether he was more pleased that you’d agreed or that you’d called him ’sir,’ you couldn’t be sure.

“Good girl,” Andy praised, giving you one last long look before he lifted his gaze to look over your shoulder. “Leave us,” he commanded to the others in the room, his voice holding all the authority of a man used to getting what he wanted.

You turned to look over your shoulder, your eyes finding the familiar face of your best friend in the small crowd of dangerous men beginning to shuffle out of the room. Ransom gave you a reassuring nod. 

“You’re gonna be okay, bun,” he promised, his mouth quirking into a little smirk that was comforting in its familiarity.  “Barber’s gonna help, just give him what he wants.”

It was the same thing Ransom had said before he brought you to the lawyer’s office, in a warehouse by the docks. Then, you’d thought the only thing the lawyer might want was money, or a significant cut of your inheritance. 

Now, you were faced with the prospect of giving much more to Andy Barber. But since you’d met the man, and felt the gentleness of his touch, it didn’t seem like such a hardship to use your body to buy his assistance, especially when it offered you hope that you might get the help you needed.

You watched as Ransom ducked through the door of the office, one of the lawyer’s men pulling it closed with a dull thud behind him. You were left alone with Andy Barber, one of the most ruthless men in all of Boston, with the command to strip out of your clothes hanging over your head. 

Oddly, you weren’t scared. You believed Andy when he’d said he wouldn’t hurt you. But you had other reasons to feel anxious. The thought of stripping naked in front of a strange, handsome man—especially one as powerful as Andy—was intimidating. 

What would happen if the lawyer didn’t like what he saw? Would he still help you? Could you still accept his help after the humiliation of getting naked for him if he rejected you? The answer to that last question, at least, was yes, because you were just that desperate to get away from your parents.

Swallowing past the nervousness lodged in your throat, you returned your gaze to Andy, instinctively looking to him for what to do next.

When the lawyer caught you looking expectantly at him, the corner of his mouth quirked in a small smile. He gave your arm a reassuring squeeze, the gesture almost paternalistic, if not for the barely concealed lust in his blue eyes, before stepping back. 

Andy prowled to the leather sofa on the opposite side of his office, his movements as smooth and graceful as a predator. He was controlled as he turned and sank into the firm cushions of the sofa, spreading his arms along the back and staring at you with those sharp, intelligent eyes, looking for all the world like a king surveying his prospective wife—or concubine.

“It’s time to strip, sweetheart,” Andy said, his voice not unkind. His gaze swept down your body, lingering briefly on the way your sundress hugged the swell of your tits and the curve of your hips, before his eyes returned to yours. “Show me what your inheritance is worth to you, and I’ll make sure you get your money from your parents.”

You were shaking like a leaf in a blustery summer wind from nerves, but the hunger in Andy’s gaze gave life to a spark of boldness deep in your chest. You clung to that feeling with all your might, reminding yourself that Andy was your last hope, and you couldn’t leave his office without his word that he’d help you.

With trembling fingers, you pushed the straps of your sundress off your shoulders, the garment catching around your waist and baring your naked chest for the lawyer. The coolness of the office’s air conditioning had goose bumps raising all over your skin, your nipples puckering into tight, sensitive peaks. 

It was only because you were watching him so closely that you noticed Andy’s sudden stillness. One moment he was lazing comfortably on the sofa, then between one breath and the next, he was as motionless as a predator preparing to pounce. 

You weren’t sure what to make of his reaction, even as his gaze roved greedily over your bared body, so you made quick work of removing your dress. You shoved it over your hips until it slipped to floor in a whisper of fabric. Your hands were clumsy as you slid your panties off, leaving you standing in front of the lawyer in nothing but your heels.

It took all of your self-control not to try to cover your nakeness with your hands, your arms hanging limply at your sides as you let Andy look his fill—and he was certainly looking. The lawyer’s eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of your bared skin, taking in the soft flesh of your tits, the gentle nip of your waist, and the generous curve of your hips with the voraciousness of a starving man.

“Gorgeous,” Andy rasped, his voice deeper and huskier that it had been just moments ago. He looked bewitched, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused as they continued their perusal of your body, flicking up and down like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to linger most.

Your lips fluttered in a tremulous smile at his praise, a glow of pride warming your chest as you took in the effect your nakedness had on him. It was enough to help you hold your head higher, your shoulders straightening and pushing your tits out for the lawyer.

Andy’s eyes finally found their way up to yours, sharpening on your face as he shifted on the couch, spreading his legs wide. “Come closer, sweetheart—leave the heels on.”

You stepped out of the circle of your clothes, proud of yourself when your knees wobbled only a little, and walked toward the sofa on shaking legs until you came to a stop between Andy’s knees. 

You’d felt all the places where your body had moved as you walked, the way your tits bounced, your ass and thighs jiggling with every step. And you were acutely aware that Andy had watched it all with rapturous focus, his blue eyes practically blazing with a covetous kind of lust that warmed you from the inside out. 

By the time you stopped in front of him, close enough to touch, you’d begun to enjoy the heat of his gaze, and the way his mouth was parted in anticipation of having you in every way he desired. Your own desire was making you grow damp between your thighs, threatening to give you away.

For long, torturously delicious moments, you simply stood in front of Andy, naked save for your shoes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as wetness began to gather and drip from the slit between your legs. You had the awful, errant thought that the lawyer might be able to smell your budding arousal, and you squeezed your thighs together, but Andy didn’t seem to notice. He was too mesmerized by the sway of your hips and the clenching of your thighs.

When you grew more restless than intimidated by the lawyer, you couldn’t help but ask, “Would you like me to spin, sir?” The words didn’t seem to penetrate, so you tried again, shifting anxiously on your feet. “Should I spin so you can see all of what I have to offer for your help?”

It took a moment for Andy to blink his eyes into focus and look up at your face, his gaze heating your skin as it dragged up your body, and you couldn’t help the smug little smirk that curved your lips. Amusement sparked in his blue eyes, and you shivered at the hunger there, the corner of his mouth flickering in a smug grin of his own.

“Impertinent girl,” he chided lightly, leaning back further into the sofa. He lifted his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dropping to his lap. 

Despite the chill of the air conditioning, warmth suffused every inch of your body when you saw the thick bulge in the lawyer’s pants. You swallowed past your suddenly dry throat, spit gathering beneath your tongue as you pictured yourself rubbing your cheek against his bulge, mouthing at his cock through the slacks of his suit.

The weight of your gaze didn’t go unnoticed, and a rumbling sound reverberated in Andy’s chest, almost like a purr. He lifted his hips again, and you quivered with lust, but held yourself back from acting on your desires. 

“Gimme a spin, sweetheart,” Andy growled, his voice full of barely restrained hunger. “Let’s see if you have an ass in need of spanking.”

A new spark of desire zinged down your spine and your eyes found Andy’s hands, which lay relaxed on the back of the sofa. They looked big, perfect for spanking, and you were unable to stop yourself from wondering how it would feel for his wide palms to slap your ass. 

Something told you it would feel better than it had any right to, and that filthy, not entirely unwanted thought, spurred you into movement.

You took your time turning around, shifting your weight and popping out your hip purposefully to give Andy a show. You were grateful that you’d worn your favorite heels that day, the ones that made your ass look good enough to eat. 

When your back was to Andy, you paused, giving him a long moment to let him look his fill. Based on the low, rumbling groan he tried to bite back behind his teeth, he liked what he saw.

With a smirk on your lips, you turned back around the face the lawyer. The bulge in his pants was noticeably bigger, straining almost painfully against the front of his slacks. There was even a small wet spot in the dark navy fabric, where his cock had leaked into his pants, and you wanted desperately to bend down and lick it, but you remained standing.

Your eyes swept up Andy’s form and you realized his dick wasn’t the only part of him straining underneath the weight of his lust. His arms were taut, the corded muscle and thick veins of his forearms standing out in stark relief where his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The fingers of his hands were gripping the back of the couch like he was physically holding himself back from lunging at you, his chest rising in heavy breaths.

Andy’s thick, muscular thighs shifted restlessly, spreading wider like they were making room for his heavy dick. Your eyes fell helplessly to his lap again, and he shifted his hips, lifting them off the cushion like it was instinct to shove his cock closer to you, and you let out a pitiful little whimper.

At your lustful sound, Andy finally snapped. In the breath of a moment, the lawyer shed his cool, calm composure, leaving nothing more than a man overcome by lust—lust that was all for you.

“Fuck,” he bit out the curse. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he growled, surging forward and wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs, just above the knee. Then he was hauling you into his lap, spreading your thighs wide so your knees landed on either side of his hips, digging into the soft cushions of the sofa.

Your hands fell to Andy’s shoulders, more to keep your balance than an attempt to push him away. No, no part of you wanted to move away from him. If anything, you wanted him closer, you wanted to press the softness of your body against the hard lines of his—you wanted to see if the lawyer would drown in his lust for you, and you wanted to follow him into that oblivion.

Spreading your knees wider, you lowered your body until your dripping center met the thick bulge in Andy’s slacks. Unbidden, your lips parted and you moaned, falling helplessly against his chest while his arms tightened around your bare back. The scorching feeling of his hands touching your skin was contrasted with the smooth, cool cotton of his shirt and pants, and it was so deliciously heady, it made your mind fuzzy with need.

“Christ, I can feel you, sweetheart,” Andy rumbled close to your ear, one of his hands skimming up your spine to cup the back of your neck. 

His hold was gentle and possessive at the same time, wringing a desperate, pleading whine from your lips that had his cock twitching between your thighs. In answer, you canted your hips, rubbing your slick slit experimentally along the hard ridge of his bulge, feeling him throb.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking wet and warm and perfect.” Andy’s voice was drenched in lust, so thick you could practically taste it in the air between you. His hand flexed around the back of your neck, like he couldn’t help himself, and he lifted his hips slightly, making his bulge dig deeper into your center. “Are you dripping all over my cock like a little slut, pretty girl?”

Andy’s tone was warm with teasing affection, but the filthiness of his words still made you bury your face in his neck. Your nose pushed beneath the loosened collar of his white dress shirt, but you barely had a second to breathe in the scent of him before he was towing you backward by his hold on your neck. His eyes were sparkling with amusement and his grin was affectionate as he watched you squirm, trying to hide your face in your shoulder.

“So shy and yet sooo slutty,” Andy cooed at you, pulling you in to brush a kiss against your heated cheek, the coarse hair of his beard tickling your skin and making you even more squirmy. He chuckled, his mouth lingering close to yours, until you settled. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?” 

The question was so soft and gentle, such a far cry from his command for you to strip, that it took your breath away. What had happened to the man who’d listened to your sob story with a cool detachedness and asked for sex in return? Who was this man who asked permission to kiss you when you were already naked in his lap? 

It was heady, being given power by a man as powerful as Andy Barber, and it only made you want him more. But you weren’t sure if you could make your voice work, so you bit your lip and nodded, staring deep into Andy’s eyes as you gave him your answer.

His blue gaze darkened, his pupils blowing wide with desire as his eyes dropped to your mouth. But he didn’t surge forward to kiss you the way you expected. Instead, he gave your neck another gentle squeeze and murmured, “Use your words, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me, sir. Please,” you begged immediately, your voice breathless and reedy with anticipation and need.

The words were barely out of your mouth before Andy’s lips were on you, kissing you slowly, decadently, with an edge of hunger like he was barely controlling himself. The kiss was sweet, almost too sweet for the situation you were in, and a restlessness filled your belly like the fluttering of a million butterflies.

You couldn’t have said why, maybe there was a thread of greediness in you that matched the hunger in Andy, but you wanted to feel the full force of his lust. You didn’t want his lust leashed and tempered—you wanted all of it. You wanted all of him. 

Skimming your hands up from his shoulders, your fingers tangled in the soft hair at the back of Andy’s head and you pulled him closer, leaning back until he was wrapped entirely around you. Your lips parted invitingly for him and when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you sucked on him, rocking your hips on his lap at the same time, your tits crushed to his chest.

Andy groaned roughly, deep in his throat, and his hands tightened on your body, feral possessiveness in every spot where his fingers dug into your skin. You felt it the moment his control broke, his hands getting rougher, his hips jerking up from the sofa to fuck against your cunt, his mouth more demanding, more hungry—and you met every bit of passion with your own lust.

“Holy fuck,” Andy cursed, breaking away from your mouth, his chest heaving as he panted for air. His hands had settled onto your hips, his fingers pressing so deep into your skin you wondered if they might leave bruises. You didn’t hate the idea, not one bit.

You clung to him, catching your own breath and burying your face in his beard, just beneath the cut of his jaw. You took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the salt of his skin, only growing needier by the second. You nuzzled into him while your hips humped idly against his bulge, a whine working its way up your throat.

“Jesus christ, sweetheart, you’re so perfect,” Andy murmured, one of his hands gently collaring your throat and turning your face so he could press his forehead to yours.

The gesture and his words settled something deep in your soul and you paused your movements, letting your body go still and your eyes to slip closed as you took in the moment. One of your hands slid down to Andy’s chest, your palm pressing over the spot where his heart thudded against his sternum. You smiled, feeling your heart pound in time with his, beating a steady rhythm together.

“Anything,” he rasped. 

You were so lost in feeling, it took a moment for the word to process, and before you could respond asking him what he was talking about, he continued on. 

“I’ll do anything to help you, sweet girl. You have my word.” 

You were shocked into silence by the conviction in his voice and you leaned back, looking hard at the lawyer. His expression was more than a little lust-drunk, his jaw slack and mouth parted as he stared back at you, but his eyes were clear and sharp. As you watched, his mouth flattened into a determined line and he held your gaze firmly.

“You have my word,” he said, repeating each word slowly like he was trying to imprint them on your mind. “Do you understand, sweetheart?”

“Ye-yes, sir,” you finally answered, stumbling over the words as hope and excitement rushed to fill your chest, the emotions catching in your throat and making it hard to speak. “Thank you, Andy,” you murmured, cupping his face and staring deep into his eyes. “Really, thank you—you have no idea what this means to me…”

You were practically dizzy with relief, and you took a deep breath to try to calm your racing heart. When you exhaled, the tension you’d been carrying for so long slipped from your shoulders. It dropped to your feet as easily as your dress had, and tears of overwhelming emotion gathered in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Don’t cry, sweet girl,” Andy crooned, sitting up and kissing the corners of your eyes, his thumbs sweeping sweetly across the apples of your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay.” 

You were too choked up to respond, too happy and excited that you were finally—finally—going to be free from your parents, so you simply hugged him, hoping Andy could feel your gratitude in your touch. His arms wound around your body and he hugged you back.

After a moment, he let out a deep sigh, his shoulders sagging in a way that seemed oddly sad for the moment. Then Andy was sitting back, extricating himself from your hold and giving you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You’ve showed me enough, given me enough,” he said, his eyes deliberately staying on your face like he didn’t have a right to look at your nakedness anymore. “You’re free to go. I’ll be in touch about your inheritance.” 

The words hit you like a slap in the face, and your hands tightened on the lawyer’s shoulders as you expected to be pushed off his lap. A pit opened up in your stomach, filling quickly with disappointment, and your lips pulled down into a frowning pout. 

You felt like you’d been given the sweetest candy in Andy’s kisses, in his hard body beneath your soft one, and he was trying to take it back before you could properly enjoy it. He’d wanted you just a moment ago, what the hell had happened?

“What if I don’t want to go yet?” you whispered, tears pricking at the back of your eyes and making your voice thick.

Guarded blue eyes flickered to yours, and you spotted a glimpse of longing in his gaze, but it was distant, like Andy was barely daring to hope he’d heard you correctly. The big, tough, dangerous lawyer looked so cautiously optimistic that you couldn’t help but lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“I believe you said something about being interested in the sweet, warm place between my legs, sir,” you reminded him, rocking your hips and dragging your dripping slit down the length of his cock, feeling him twitch against the damp fabric of his slacks. “Don’t you want it anymore?” you simpered. “Don’t you want me?”

You put enough of a pathetic whine in your voice to snap Andy out of whatever uncertainty he’d been feeling, whatever momentary crisis of conscience he’d had about taking you as payment for his help. One of his hands curved possessively around the back of your neck and he dragged you toward him for a bruising, claiming kiss. He held you captured with his mouth while his other hand made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

“You really are a filthy fucking slut, aren’t you, sweet girl?” Andy growled against your mouth as he pulled his cock out. “So ready to give me your cunt in exchange for my help, huh?” He lifted you up onto your knees and notched the head of his dick at your entrance, rubbing it through your slick, dripping folds. “Well, if you’re going to offer it so freely, don’t be surprised when I fucking take it.”

On those last words, Andy pressed inside your tight hole, thrusting up and pulling you down on his lap at the same time. In seconds, you were filled to the brim with his thick cock, every inch of his length buried deep in your pussy.

“Ahhh yes!” you screamed as pleasure, with just a slight edge of pain, exploded in your body, sending sparks glittering beneath your skin. You were so overwhelmed by the welcome intrusion that it loosened your tongue. “It’s yours, I’m yours, all yours, Andy,” you babbled, mind completely blown by the aching, throbbing, glorious stretch of his cock filling you up.

“That’s right, baby, you’re mine now,” Andy muttered heatedly, grabbing big handfuls of your hips and ass, groping you unreservedly, giving you only a moment to adjust to his full length before he started lifting you up and slamming you back down, helping you to ride him. “Fuck, that’s it. Bounce on the dick that owns you, sweet girl. Lemme hear how good it makes you feel.”

A moan tripped off your lips at Andy’s fevered words, your head tipping back as your fingers tangled in his hair, holding yourself anchored to him as you rode his cock. Your ass slapped hard against his muscular thighs, pleasure sparking through every nerve in your body as you did your best to follow Andy’s commands, your lips parted while endless whines and whimpers spilled free.

When Andy buried his face in your tits, licking and sucking on your nipples with wild abandon, you cried out your pleasure even louder, your moans filling the lawyer’s office and mixing with the lewd noises of your fucking—the smack of your ass on Andy’s thighs, the wet sounds of your cunt being filled, the rough groans of pleasure rumbling in his throat.

A sharp slap landed on your ass as Andy urged you to go faster. You squealed shrilly, the sound bouncing off the walls of the office, and fucked yourself harder and faster on his cock. Your wetness was making a mess on your thighs and his pants, but you didn’t care, you only cared about impaling yourself on his thick, glorious cock over and over and over again.

The pleasure in your body was mounting, your release bearing down on you, and it was taking all of your strength to keep going. You couldn’t lift yourself up anymore, your thighs trembling too much, so you rocked hard and fast on Andy’s cock. Your clit rubbed roughly against the base of him, and you chased your pleasure until you reached the pinnacle and fell right over the edge.

“Fuck yes, that’s my girl, come all over my cock, baby,” Andy rumbled, lifting his head and capturing your mouth in a ruthless kiss, drinking down your cries of bliss. “You’re squeezing me so tight, pretty girl—jesus christ, ‘m gonna come. Sweetheart, if you don’t get off me, ‘m gonna come inside you.”

A covetous, greedy creature rose inside you, and your entire body and mind rebelled against the idea of Andy spilling his seed anywhere but deep in your pussy. You spread your knees wide on the couch, so you were impaled fully on his cock, taking his thick, heavy length to the hilt.

“Do it,” you purred breathlessly, still riding out your release by rocking your hips in his lap. Falling forward against his chest, your kiss-swollen lips dragged across his bearded cheek to reach his ear. “Come inside me, sir. I want it.” Trailing your mouth down to find the spot just beneath the edge of his beard, you murmured, “I want you to breed me,” before biting down on the soft skin of his neck.

“Fuck, fuck—fuck, baby, ‘m gonna breed your pussy full of come, ’s that what you want? Want me to claim your cunt as mine, want to feel me dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day, huh?” 

Andy’s voice was so rough, so wicked, it sent even more tremors of pleasure through your body. He bit off a growl when your cunt clenched tightly around his throbbing cock, and his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you enough that he could fuck into you from below. He thrust his cock into your grasping channel once, twice, and on the third time, he let out a vicious groan.

“Take it, sweetheart, fucking take my come in that greedy, slutty, perfect pussy of yours,” Andy snarled through bared teeth, yanking you down on his lap and winding his arms tightly around your body to keep you in place while he emptied his balls deep in your body. 

Your inner walls fluttered around his twitching cock, your mouth curving into a pleased, sated smile. You could feel him throbbing inside you, and you reveled in the feeling, curling your arms around his broad shoulders and burying your face in his beard.

Andy smelled like clean sweat mixed with hints of leather and his cologne, and something so perfectly him that you practically purred, your nose digging deeper into his coarse hair while pleasure thrummed headily through your body. It occurred to you, then, that you’d never felt as safe or content as you did in that moment, naked in the powerful lawyer’s lap while he came inside you.

A final groan tumbled from Andy’s mouth and his nearly crushing hold on your body relented marginally as he sagged back into the couch, tugging you to sprawl across his chest. You could feel his warm come beginning to drip from your hole around his softening cock, and you wiggled your hips in delight at the sensation, a little giggle slipping free.

“I’m keeping you,” Andy declared, his hand stroking up your spine and pulling you close so he could press a kiss to your temple, the gesture ridiculously sweet and possessive at the same time. “You’re mine, and only mine, as long as you’ll let me have you, sweetheart.”

“Tha’s fine,” you mumbled, your eyes drifting closed. Andy guided your head to his shoulder and you let out a soft sigh of contentment. “As long as you’re mine and only mine, too, Andy.” A shiver wracked your body, the air conditioning in the office making the cooling sweat on your body feel frigid.

“Of course, pretty girl,” Andy said, his voice warm and indulgent as he pulled cool, smooth fabric around your shoulders. “I’m all yours.”

You cracked an eye open to see that Andy had pulled his suit jacket around you like a blanket. He tucked it in around your body, making sure every bit of your skin was ensconced in its warmth. Then he settled deeper into the sofa, brushing a kiss to the apple of your cheek and sitting quietly for a moment, simply enjoying holding you.

“Do you mind if I wrap up my business with your friend, sweetheart?” Andy asked softly after an indeterminable amount of time. “Then I’m all yours for the rest of the evening.”

“Sure, don’t mind,” you mumbled, still half asleep on Andy’s shoulder. 

You took quick stock of your body, but you didn’t think any of your nakedness was visible thanks to Andy’s suit jacket. The lawyer had made sure you were all tucked in and completely covered so only he knew the full extent of your nakedness.

“Drysdale,” Andy called, loud enough to carry through the door of his office, but not hurt your ears. You snuggled deeper into his shoulder, nosing beneath the collar of his shirt and breathing in the calming scent of him. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it.

“Everything alright, bun?” Ransom asked as soon as he pushed into the room. 

You heard him stop and suck in a sharp breath, but you were too content to lift your head to look at him. Instead, you pushed a hand out from beneath the collar of Andy’s jacket and gave your best friend a thumbs up, which made Andy huff a laugh.

“As you can see, I’m taking good care of your friend, Drysdale,” Andy said, satisfaction dripping from his words. “We’ve reached an agreement. I’ve given her my word, and I’ll be helping her with her problem.” 

“Great,” Ransom said, taking a few tentative steps closer. “I’ll take her back to my place, then. Make sure she has a safe place to stay while you sort out her parents.”

Andy lifted one of his hands and you could imagine the imperious look on his face as he gestured for Ransom to stop. “That won’t be necessary,” the lawyer drawled, letting his hand fall to your lower back, holding you possessively through his jacket. “She’ll stay with me—she’s mine.”

“That wasn’t supposed to be the deal!” Ransom protested, but Andy cut him off.

“It was the deal she willingly made, Drysdale,” Andy snapped, his body tensing beneath yours. 

Instinctively, you wanted to soothe him, so you pressed your face deeper into his neck, brushing a kiss to the hollow of his throat. It worked and Andy calmed, but his hand pressed more firmly against your lower back, like he was worried Ransom might try to take you from him.

“Because I’m feeling generous, you can consider your debt to me settled, Drysdale,” Andy said, his voice more even and cold, like it had been when you’d first walked into his office. “You no longer owe me for getting you out of that ugly situation revolving around your grandfather’s death.”

There was an awkward pause, then Ransom muttered, “Thanks, Barber.” It seemed like the matter had been settled, but still Ransom lingered. Finally, he called softly. “You sure this is what you want, bun?”

At the genuine concern in his voice, you finally lifted your head and turned to give Ransom a smile. “I’m happy, Ran, this is what I want.” You glanced at the man whose lap you sat on, the man who’d given you freedom and something more, a safe place to be yourself. Your smile widened when you saw the warmth in Andy’s blue eyes. “Andy’s a man of his word—that’s what you said.” You looked back to your best friend. “He’ll take care of me.”

For a moment, it looked like Ransom might protest again, but then his expression flattened and he tossed a glare at the lawyer. “Protect her, Barber,” your best friend growled, with as much intimidation as he could muster in his designer sweater. “If I hear she’s unhappy in any way…”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Andy said, cutting him off again, his tone amused. “I can take care of her in ways you couldn’t even dream of.” He brushed a kiss to your temple and your eyes closed, a happy smile curving your lips. “Run along, Drysdale. Our business is done and I promised my girl I was hers for the rest of the evening—and I’m a man of my word.”

Ransom grumbled at the patronizing dismissal, but he did as he was told, calling a goodbye to you that you returned with a sleepy wave over your shoulder. When he was gone, Andy let out a deep sigh of relief, clutching you tighter and brushing sweet kisses to your face anywhere he could reach.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands roaming soothingly over your body. “I’ll take care of you, now and forever—you have my word.”

With a smile, you melted into your man, letting sleep claim you and knowing that he would keep you safe and content. As you’d already come to learn, Andy Barber was a man of his word, and you didn’t doubt that he’d keep every promise he ever made to you.

Ransom had been your only ally from your world in your fight to escape from under the thumb of your financially abusive parents, so it was instinct to look to him when you were unsure what to do about Andy’s command. You gave him a pitiful look, begging your friend to help you yet again.

“Don’t look at him, look at me,” Andy said, a cool confidence in his voice that sent a shiver down your spine, one that was, surprisingly, not entirely born out of fear. Obediently, you returned your gaze to the lawyer, finding him watching you with an intensity that stole your breath. “Why are you looking at him? He can’t help you the way I can, that’s why he brought you to me, remember?”

Unfortunately, you remembered all too well that Andy was one of the few people in the state, let alone the city of Boston, who could help you with your situation. 

For years, your parents had been holding your inheritance hostage, using their wealth, power, and influence—and an entire army of lawyers—to make sure you couldn’t see a cent of your money unless you did exactly as they said. Unless you married exactly who they said. And you’d rather do anything than marry who they wanted you to marry. 

You’d called practically every lawyer in the state of Massachusetts, but they either weren’t willing or weren’t able to fight your parents and their lawyers, who were using every trick in the book, including plenty of not-so-legal ones. That had led you to asking Ransom for help, and he’d brought you to Andy Barber.

Which left you having to decide between doing as the cutthroat lawyer said, or walking out of his office and giving in to your parents’ whims. Your fingers tangled in the skirt of your sundress, indecision and desperation swirling in your belly.

“If you’re feeling shy, I can have my men leave and escort your friend out,” Andy offered, breaking the silence with the slightly mocking offer. “But if you want my help, you’re going to do as I say.” 

His tone turned hard, his final words coming out as a command that left no room for argument. It reminded you so much of your parents that you couldn’t help your body’s instinctual reaction. You flinched—hard. 

Your reaction didn’t make sense, but then anxiety never did. Panic blocked out everything else in the room, and you wrapped your arms around your body, your breaths coming in sharp pants as you cowered in front of the lawyer when only a moment ago, you’d held your head high. 

Andy seemed to freeze for a moment, taking in the change of your demeanor, then his shoes padded lightly on the wooden floor of the office as he moved closer. His steps were slow, almost cautious, like he was approaching a spooked animal.

You tried not to react further, but your shoulders bunched up around your ears and you huddled more tightly in on yourself. An instinctual part of you was waiting for a cruel hand to fall on your cheek—it was what you’d come to expect after a command like the one the lawyer had given—but none ever came. 

Instead, Andy let out a sharp breath, one of his fingers sliding gently beneath your chin. His touch was almost tender as he tilted your face up, and your mind spun as you tried to comprehend the fact that you were being touched with kindness rather than harshness. 

You blinked at Andy with wide, wary eyes, watching his face closely for any sign of anger or malice. There wasn’t any, only a quiet intensity and a sharp curiosity. It struck you, then, just how handsome the lawyer was. 

His eyes were such a pretty shade of blue, like a cloudless sky, and though he was tanned from summer days spent outside—on a beach somewhere without extradition while working for his more criminalistic clients, no doubt—there was a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks. 

The lawyer’s brown hair was neat and brushed back from his face, his beard so well-groomed that it looked soft, almost welcoming. You had the sudden urge to bury your face in Andy’s beard and forget your troubles, and the thought was so surprising, your eyes widened and your lips parted in shock. 

Your gaze lingered for another moment on Andy’s pink, inviting mouth, before returning to his eyes, which were watching you. There was a heady concentration in the lawyer’s gaze that made you want to squirm and press your thighs together, an inexplicable ache blooming in your core. 

Andy still held your chin so you couldn’t look away as a slow, slightly amused smile curved his mouth. He took another step forward, until he was close enough that the scent of him—expensive cologne, leather and something undeniably him—filled your senses, going right to your head and making you feel a little fuzzy. 

You swayed slightly on your feet, and Andy steadied you by putting his other hand on your waist. He squeezed your chin gently, waiting until he had your focus again before he spoke.

“I will not hurt you, sweetheart,” he said slowly, deliberately, his voice turning warm on the sweet nickname. He paused for a moment, searching your eyes for understanding, before continuing. “You have my word, and I’m a man of my word—got it?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you managed to say, stumbling over your words only a little—not from fear but from how flustered you felt with the handsome lawyer standing so close and calling you such sweet things. It wasn’t the kind of treatment you were used to, and you didn’t know what to do with it.

Another slow smile stole across Andy’s features and he chucked you lightly under the chin, clearly pleased at your answer. Though whether he was more pleased that you’d agreed or that you’d called him ’sir,’ you couldn’t be sure.

“Good girl,” Andy praised, giving you one last long look before he lifted his gaze to look over your shoulder. “Leave us,” he commanded to the others in the room, his voice holding all the authority of a man used to getting what he wanted.

You turned to look over your shoulder, your eyes finding the familiar face of your best friend in the small crowd of dangerous men beginning to shuffle out of the room. Ransom gave you a reassuring nod. 

“You’re gonna be okay, bun,” he promised, his mouth quirking into a little smirk that was comforting in its familiarity.  “Barber’s gonna help, just give him what he wants.”

It was the same thing Ransom had said before he brought you to the lawyer’s office, in a warehouse by the docks. Then, you’d thought the only thing the lawyer might want was money, or a significant cut of your inheritance. 

Now, you were faced with the prospect of giving much more to Andy Barber. But since you’d met the man, and felt the gentleness of his touch, it didn’t seem like such a hardship to use your body to buy his assistance, especially when it offered you hope that you might get the help you needed.

You watched as Ransom ducked through the door of the office, one of the lawyer’s men pulling it closed with a dull thud behind him. You were left alone with Andy Barber, one of the most ruthless men in all of Boston, with the command to strip out of your clothes hanging over your head. 

Oddly, you weren’t scared. You believed Andy when he’d said he wouldn’t hurt you. But you had other reasons to feel anxious. The thought of stripping naked in front of a strange, handsome man—especially one as powerful as Andy—was intimidating. 

What would happen if the lawyer didn’t like what he saw? Would he still help you? Could you still accept his help after the humiliation of getting naked for him if he rejected you? The answer to that last question, at least, was yes, because you were just that desperate to get away from your parents.

Swallowing past the nervousness lodged in your throat, you returned your gaze to Andy, instinctively looking to him for what to do next.

When the lawyer caught you looking expectantly at him, the corner of his mouth quirked in a small smile. He gave your arm a reassuring squeeze, the gesture almost paternalistic, if not for the barely concealed lust in his blue eyes, before stepping back. 

Andy prowled to the leather sofa on the opposite side of his office, his movements as smooth and graceful as a predator. He was controlled as he turned and sank into the firm cushions of the sofa, spreading his arms along the back and staring at you with those sharp, intelligent eyes, looking for all the world like a king surveying his prospective wife—or concubine.

“It’s time to strip, sweetheart,” Andy said, his voice not unkind. His gaze swept down your body, lingering briefly on the way your sundress hugged the swell of your tits and the curve of your hips, before his eyes returned to yours. “Show me what your inheritance is worth to you, and I’ll make sure you get your money from your parents.”

You were shaking like a leaf in a blustery summer wind from nerves, but the hunger in Andy’s gaze gave life to a spark of boldness deep in your chest. You clung to that feeling with all your might, reminding yourself that Andy was your last hope, and you couldn’t leave his office without his word that he’d help you.

With trembling fingers, you pushed the straps of your sundress off your shoulders, the garment catching around your waist and baring your naked chest for the lawyer. The coolness of the office’s air conditioning had goose bumps raising all over your skin, your nipples puckering into tight, sensitive peaks. 

It was only because you were watching him so closely that you noticed Andy’s sudden stillness. One moment he was lazing comfortably on the sofa, then between one breath and the next, he was as motionless as a predator preparing to pounce. 

You weren’t sure what to make of his reaction, even as his gaze roved greedily over your bared body, so you made quick work of removing your dress. You shoved it over your hips until it slipped to floor in a whisper of fabric. Your hands were clumsy as you slid your panties off, leaving you standing in front of the lawyer in nothing but your heels.

It took all of your self-control not to try to cover your nakeness with your hands, your arms hanging limply at your sides as you let Andy look his fill—and he was certainly looking. The lawyer’s eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of your bared skin, taking in the soft flesh of your tits, the gentle nip of your waist, and the generous curve of your hips with the voraciousness of a starving man.

“Gorgeous,” Andy rasped, his voice deeper and huskier that it had been just moments ago. He looked bewitched, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused as they continued their perusal of your body, flicking up and down like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to linger most.

Your lips fluttered in a tremulous smile at his praise, a glow of pride warming your chest as you took in the effect your nakedness had on him. It was enough to help you hold your head higher, your shoulders straightening and pushing your tits out for the lawyer.

Andy’s eyes finally found their way up to yours, sharpening on your face as he shifted on the couch, spreading his legs wide. “Come closer, sweetheart—leave the heels on.”

You stepped out of the circle of your clothes, proud of yourself when your knees wobbled only a little, and walked toward the sofa on shaking legs until you came to a stop between Andy’s knees. 

You’d felt all the places where your body had moved as you walked, the way your tits bounced, your ass and thighs jiggling with every step. And you were acutely aware that Andy had watched it all with rapturous focus, his blue eyes practically blazing with a covetous kind of lust that warmed you from the inside out. 

By the time you stopped in front of him, close enough to touch, you’d begun to enjoy the heat of his gaze, and the way his mouth was parted in anticipation of having you in every way he desired. Your own desire was making you grow damp between your thighs, threatening to give you away.

For long, torturously delicious moments, you simply stood in front of Andy, naked save for your shoes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as wetness began to gather and drip from the slit between your legs. You had the awful, errant thought that the lawyer might be able to smell your budding arousal, and you squeezed your thighs together, but Andy didn’t seem to notice. He was too mesmerized by the sway of your hips and the clenching of your thighs.

When you grew more restless than intimidated by the lawyer, you couldn’t help but ask, “Would you like me to spin, sir?” The words didn’t seem to penetrate, so you tried again, shifting anxiously on your feet. “Should I spin so you can see all of what I have to offer for your help?”

It took a moment for Andy to blink his eyes into focus and look up at your face, his gaze heating your skin as it dragged up your body, and you couldn’t help the smug little smirk that curved your lips. Amusement sparked in his blue eyes, and you shivered at the hunger there, the corner of his mouth flickering in a smug grin of his own.

“Impertinent girl,” he chided lightly, leaning back further into the sofa. He lifted his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dropping to his lap. 

Despite the chill of the air conditioning, warmth suffused every inch of your body when you saw the thick bulge in the lawyer’s pants. You swallowed past your suddenly dry throat, spit gathering beneath your tongue as you pictured yourself rubbing your cheek against his bulge, mouthing at his cock through the slacks of his suit.

The weight of your gaze didn’t go unnoticed, and a rumbling sound reverberated in Andy’s chest, almost like a purr. He lifted his hips again, and you quivered with lust, but held yourself back from acting on your desires. 

“Gimme a spin, sweetheart,” Andy growled, his voice full of barely restrained hunger. “Let’s see if you have an ass in need of spanking.”

A new spark of desire zinged down your spine and your eyes found Andy’s hands, which lay relaxed on the back of the sofa. They looked big, perfect for spanking, and you were unable to stop yourself from wondering how it would feel for his wide palms to slap your ass. 

Something told you it would feel better than it had any right to, and that filthy, not entirely unwanted thought, spurred you into movement.

You took your time turning around, shifting your weight and popping out your hip purposefully to give Andy a show. You were grateful that you’d worn your favorite heels that day, the ones that made your ass look good enough to eat. 

When your back was to Andy, you paused, giving him a long moment to let him look his fill. Based on the low, rumbling groan he tried to bite back behind his teeth, he liked what he saw.

With a smirk on your lips, you turned back around the face the lawyer. The bulge in his pants was noticeably bigger, straining almost painfully against the front of his slacks. There was even a small wet spot in the dark navy fabric, where his cock had leaked into his pants, and you wanted desperately to bend down and lick it, but you remained standing.

Your eyes swept up Andy’s form and you realized his dick wasn’t the only part of him straining underneath the weight of his lust. His arms were taut, the corded muscle and thick veins of his forearms standing out in stark relief where his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The fingers of his hands were gripping the back of the couch like he was physically holding himself back from lunging at you, his chest rising in heavy breaths.

Andy’s thick, muscular thighs shifted restlessly, spreading wider like they were making room for his heavy dick. Your eyes fell helplessly to his lap again, and he shifted his hips, lifting them off the cushion like it was instinct to shove his cock closer to you, and you let out a pitiful little whimper.

At your lustful sound, Andy finally snapped. In the breath of a moment, the lawyer shed his cool, calm composure, leaving nothing more than a man overcome by lust—lust that was all for you.

“Fuck,” he bit out the curse. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he growled, surging forward and wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs, just above the knee. Then he was hauling you into his lap, spreading your thighs wide so your knees landed on either side of his hips, digging into the soft cushions of the sofa.

Your hands fell to Andy’s shoulders, more to keep your balance than an attempt to push him away. No, no part of you wanted to move away from him. If anything, you wanted him closer, you wanted to press the softness of your body against the hard lines of his—you wanted to see if the lawyer would drown in his lust for you, and you wanted to follow him into that oblivion.

Spreading your knees wider, you lowered your body until your dripping center met the thick bulge in Andy’s slacks. Unbidden, your lips parted and you moaned, falling helplessly against his chest while his arms tightened around your bare back. The scorching feeling of his hands touching your skin was contrasted with the smooth, cool cotton of his shirt and pants, and it was so deliciously heady, it made your mind fuzzy with need.

“Christ, I can feel you, sweetheart,” Andy rumbled close to your ear, one of his hands skimming up your spine to cup the back of your neck. 

His hold was gentle and possessive at the same time, wringing a desperate, pleading whine from your lips that had his cock twitching between your thighs. In answer, you canted your hips, rubbing your slick slit experimentally along the hard ridge of his bulge, feeling him throb.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking wet and warm and perfect.” Andy’s voice was drenched in lust, so thick you could practically taste it in the air between you. His hand flexed around the back of your neck, like he couldn’t help himself, and he lifted his hips slightly, making his bulge dig deeper into your center. “Are you dripping all over my cock like a little slut, pretty girl?”

Andy’s tone was warm with teasing affection, but the filthiness of his words still made you bury your face in his neck. Your nose pushed beneath the loosened collar of his white dress shirt, but you barely had a second to breathe in the scent of him before he was towing you backward by his hold on your neck. His eyes were sparkling with amusement and his grin was affectionate as he watched you squirm, trying to hide your face in your shoulder.

“So shy and yet sooo slutty,” Andy cooed at you, pulling you in to brush a kiss against your heated cheek, the coarse hair of his beard tickling your skin and making you even more squirmy. He chuckled, his mouth lingering close to yours, until you settled. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?” 

The question was so soft and gentle, such a far cry from his command for you to strip, that it took your breath away. What had happened to the man who’d listened to your sob story with a cool detachedness and asked for sex in return? Who was this man who asked permission to kiss you when you were already naked in his lap? 

It was heady, being given power by a man as powerful as Andy Barber, and it only made you want him more. But you weren’t sure if you could make your voice work, so you bit your lip and nodded, staring deep into Andy’s eyes as you gave him your answer.

His blue gaze darkened, his pupils blowing wide with desire as his eyes dropped to your mouth. But he didn’t surge forward to kiss you the way you expected. Instead, he gave your neck another gentle squeeze and murmured, “Use your words, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me, sir. Please,” you begged immediately, your voice breathless and reedy with anticipation and need.

The words were barely out of your mouth before Andy’s lips were on you, kissing you slowly, decadently, with an edge of hunger like he was barely controlling himself. The kiss was sweet, almost too sweet for the situation you were in, and a restlessness filled your belly like the fluttering of a million butterflies.

You couldn’t have said why, maybe there was a thread of greediness in you that matched the hunger in Andy, but you wanted to feel the full force of his lust. You didn’t want his lust leashed and tempered—you wanted all of it. You wanted all of him. 

Skimming your hands up from his shoulders, your fingers tangled in the soft hair at the back of Andy’s head and you pulled him closer, leaning back until he was wrapped entirely around you. Your lips parted invitingly for him and when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you sucked on him, rocking your hips on his lap at the same time, your tits crushed to his chest.

Andy groaned roughly, deep in his throat, and his hands tightened on your body, feral possessiveness in every spot where his fingers dug into your skin. You felt it the moment his control broke, his hands getting rougher, his hips jerking up from the sofa to fuck against your cunt, his mouth more demanding, more hungry—and you met every bit of passion with your own lust.

“Holy fuck,” Andy cursed, breaking away from your mouth, his chest heaving as he panted for air. His hands had settled onto your hips, his fingers pressing so deep into your skin you wondered if they might leave bruises. You didn’t hate the idea, not one bit.

You clung to him, catching your own breath and burying your face in his beard, just beneath the cut of his jaw. You took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the salt of his skin, only growing needier by the second. You nuzzled into him while your hips humped idly against his bulge, a whine working its way up your throat.

“Jesus christ, sweetheart, you’re so perfect,” Andy murmured, one of his hands gently collaring your throat and turning your face so he could press his forehead to yours.

The gesture and his words settled something deep in your soul and you paused your movements, letting your body go still and your eyes to slip closed as you took in the moment. One of your hands slid down to Andy’s chest, your palm pressing over the spot where his heart thudded against his sternum. You smiled, feeling your heart pound in time with his, beating a steady rhythm together.

“Anything,” he rasped. 

You were so lost in feeling, it took a moment for the word to process, and before you could respond asking him what he was talking about, he continued on. 

“I’ll do anything to help you, sweet girl. You have my word.” 

You were shocked into silence by the conviction in his voice and you leaned back, looking hard at the lawyer. His expression was more than a little lust-drunk, his jaw slack and mouth parted as he stared back at you, but his eyes were clear and sharp. As you watched, his mouth flattened into a determined line and he held your gaze firmly.

“You have my word,” he said, repeating each word slowly like he was trying to imprint them on your mind. “Do you understand, sweetheart?”

“Ye-yes, sir,” you finally answered, stumbling over the words as hope and excitement rushed to fill your chest, the emotions catching in your throat and making it hard to speak. “Thank you, Andy,” you murmured, cupping his face and staring deep into his eyes. “Really, thank you—you have no idea what this means to me…”

You were practically dizzy with relief, and you took a deep breath to try to calm your racing heart. When you exhaled, the tension you’d been carrying for so long slipped from your shoulders. It dropped to your feet as easily as your dress had, and tears of overwhelming emotion gathered in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Don’t cry, sweet girl,” Andy crooned, sitting up and kissing the corners of your eyes, his thumbs sweeping sweetly across the apples of your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay.” 

You were too choked up to respond, too happy and excited that you were finally—finally—going to be free from your parents, so you simply hugged him, hoping Andy could feel your gratitude in your touch. His arms wound around your body and he hugged you back.

After a moment, he let out a deep sigh, his shoulders sagging in a way that seemed oddly sad for the moment. Then Andy was sitting back, extricating himself from your hold and giving you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You’ve showed me enough, given me enough,” he said, his eyes deliberately staying on your face like he didn’t have a right to look at your nakedness anymore. “You’re free to go. I’ll be in touch about your inheritance.” 

The words hit you like a slap in the face, and your hands tightened on the lawyer’s shoulders as you expected to be pushed off his lap. A pit opened up in your stomach, filling quickly with disappointment, and your lips pulled down into a frowning pout. 

You felt like you’d been given the sweetest candy in Andy’s kisses, in his hard body beneath your soft one, and he was trying to take it back before you could properly enjoy it. He’d wanted you just a moment ago, what the hell had happened?

“What if I don’t want to go yet?” you whispered, tears pricking at the back of your eyes and making your voice thick.

Guarded blue eyes flickered to yours, and you spotted a glimpse of longing in his gaze, but it was distant, like Andy was barely daring to hope he’d heard you correctly. The big, tough, dangerous lawyer looked so cautiously optimistic that you couldn’t help but lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“I believe you said something about being interested in the sweet, warm place between my legs, sir,” you reminded him, rocking your hips and dragging your dripping slit down the length of his cock, feeling him twitch against the damp fabric of his slacks. “Don’t you want it anymore?” you simpered. “Don’t you want me?”

You put enough of a pathetic whine in your voice to snap Andy out of whatever uncertainty he’d been feeling, whatever momentary crisis of conscience he’d had about taking you as payment for his help. One of his hands curved possessively around the back of your neck and he dragged you toward him for a bruising, claiming kiss. He held you captured with his mouth while his other hand made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

“You really are a filthy fucking slut, aren’t you, sweet girl?” Andy growled against your mouth as he pulled his cock out. “So ready to give me your cunt in exchange for my help, huh?” He lifted you up onto your knees and notched the head of his dick at your entrance, rubbing it through your slick, dripping folds. “Well, if you’re going to offer it so freely, don’t be surprised when I fucking take it.”

On those last words, Andy pressed inside your tight hole, thrusting up and pulling you down on his lap at the same time. In seconds, you were filled to the brim with his thick cock, every inch of his length buried deep in your pussy.

“Ahhh yes!” you screamed as pleasure, with just a slight edge of pain, exploded in your body, sending sparks glittering beneath your skin. You were so overwhelmed by the welcome intrusion that it loosened your tongue. “It’s yours, I’m yours, all yours, Andy,” you babbled, mind completely blown by the aching, throbbing, glorious stretch of his cock filling you up.

“That’s right, baby, you’re mine now,” Andy muttered heatedly, grabbing big handfuls of your hips and ass, groping you unreservedly, giving you only a moment to adjust to his full length before he started lifting you up and slamming you back down, helping you to ride him. “Fuck, that’s it. Bounce on the dick that owns you, sweet girl. Lemme hear how good it makes you feel.”

A moan tripped off your lips at Andy’s fevered words, your head tipping back as your fingers tangled in his hair, holding yourself anchored to him as you rode his cock. Your ass slapped hard against his muscular thighs, pleasure sparking through every nerve in your body as you did your best to follow Andy’s commands, your lips parted while endless whines and whimpers spilled free.

When Andy buried his face in your tits, licking and sucking on your nipples with wild abandon, you cried out your pleasure even louder, your moans filling the lawyer’s office and mixing with the lewd noises of your fucking—the smack of your ass on Andy’s thighs, the wet sounds of your cunt being filled, the rough groans of pleasure rumbling in his throat.

A sharp slap landed on your ass as Andy urged you to go faster. You squealed shrilly, the sound bouncing off the walls of the office, and fucked yourself harder and faster on his cock. Your wetness was making a mess on your thighs and his pants, but you didn’t care, you only cared about impaling yourself on his thick, glorious cock over and over and over again.

The pleasure in your body was mounting, your release bearing down on you, and it was taking all of your strength to keep going. You couldn’t lift yourself up anymore, your thighs trembling too much, so you rocked hard and fast on Andy’s cock. Your clit rubbed roughly against the base of him, and you chased your pleasure until you reached the pinnacle and fell right over the edge.

“Fuck yes, that’s my girl, come all over my cock, baby,” Andy rumbled, lifting his head and capturing your mouth in a ruthless kiss, drinking down your cries of bliss. “You’re squeezing me so tight, pretty girl—jesus christ, ‘m gonna come. Sweetheart, if you don’t get off me, ‘m gonna come inside you.”

A covetous, greedy creature rose inside you, and your entire body and mind rebelled against the idea of Andy spilling his seed anywhere but deep in your pussy. You spread your knees wide on the couch, so you were impaled fully on his cock, taking his thick, heavy length to the hilt.

“Do it,” you purred breathlessly, still riding out your release by rocking your hips in his lap. Falling forward against his chest, your kiss-swollen lips dragged across his bearded cheek to reach his ear. “Come inside me, sir. I want it.” Trailing your mouth down to find the spot just beneath the edge of his beard, you murmured, “I want you to breed me,” before biting down on the soft skin of his neck.

“Fuck, fuck—fuck, baby, ‘m gonna breed your pussy full of come, ’s that what you want? Want me to claim your cunt as mine, want to feel me dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day, huh?” 

Andy’s voice was so rough, so wicked, it sent even more tremors of pleasure through your body. He bit off a growl when your cunt clenched tightly around his throbbing cock, and his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you enough that he could fuck into you from below. He thrust his cock into your grasping channel once, twice, and on the third time, he let out a vicious groan.

“Take it, sweetheart, fucking take my come in that greedy, slutty, perfect pussy of yours,” Andy snarled through bared teeth, yanking you down on his lap and winding his arms tightly around your body to keep you in place while he emptied his balls deep in your body. 

Your inner walls fluttered around his twitching cock, your mouth curving into a pleased, sated smile. You could feel him throbbing inside you, and you reveled in the feeling, curling your arms around his broad shoulders and burying your face in his beard.

Andy smelled like clean sweat mixed with hints of leather and his cologne, and something so perfectly him that you practically purred, your nose digging deeper into his coarse hair while pleasure thrummed headily through your body. It occurred to you, then, that you’d never felt as safe or content as you did in that moment, naked in the powerful lawyer’s lap while he came inside you.

A final groan tumbled from Andy’s mouth and his nearly crushing hold on your body relented marginally as he sagged back into the couch, tugging you to sprawl across his chest. You could feel his warm come beginning to drip from your hole around his softening cock, and you wiggled your hips in delight at the sensation, a little giggle slipping free.

“I’m keeping you,” Andy declared, his hand stroking up your spine and pulling you close so he could press a kiss to your temple, the gesture ridiculously sweet and possessive at the same time. “You’re mine, and only mine, as long as you’ll let me have you, sweetheart.”

“Tha’s fine,” you mumbled, your eyes drifting closed. Andy guided your head to his shoulder and you let out a soft sigh of contentment. “As long as you’re mine and only mine, too, Andy.” A shiver wracked your body, the air conditioning in the office making the cooling sweat on your body feel frigid.

“Of course, pretty girl,” Andy said, his voice warm and indulgent as he pulled cool, smooth fabric around your shoulders. “I’m all yours.”

You cracked an eye open to see that Andy had pulled his suit jacket around you like a blanket. He tucked it in around your body, making sure every bit of your skin was ensconced in its warmth. Then he settled deeper into the sofa, brushing a kiss to the apple of your cheek and sitting quietly for a moment, simply enjoying holding you.

“Do you mind if I wrap up my business with your friend, sweetheart?” Andy asked softly after an indeterminable amount of time. “Then I’m all yours for the rest of the evening.”

“Sure, don’t mind,” you mumbled, still half asleep on Andy’s shoulder. 

You took quick stock of your body, but you didn’t think any of your nakedness was visible thanks to Andy’s suit jacket. The lawyer had made sure you were all tucked in and completely covered so only he knew the full extent of your nakedness.

“Drysdale,” Andy called, loud enough to carry through the door of his office, but not hurt your ears. You snuggled deeper into his shoulder, nosing beneath the collar of his shirt and breathing in the calming scent of him. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it.

“Everything alright, bun?” Ransom asked as soon as he pushed into the room. 

You heard him stop and suck in a sharp breath, but you were too content to lift your head to look at him. Instead, you pushed a hand out from beneath the collar of Andy’s jacket and gave your best friend a thumbs up, which made Andy huff a laugh.

“As you can see, I’m taking good care of your friend, Drysdale,” Andy said, satisfaction dripping from his words. “We’ve reached an agreement. I’ve given her my word, and I’ll be helping her with her problem.” 

“Great,” Ransom said, taking a few tentative steps closer. “I’ll take her back to my place, then. Make sure she has a safe place to stay while you sort out her parents.”

Andy lifted one of his hands and you could imagine the imperious look on his face as he gestured for Ransom to stop. “That won’t be necessary,” the lawyer drawled, letting his hand fall to your lower back, holding you possessively through his jacket. “She’ll stay with me—she’s mine.”

“That wasn’t supposed to be the deal!” Ransom protested, but Andy cut him off.

“It was the deal she willingly made, Drysdale,” Andy snapped, his body tensing beneath yours. 

Instinctively, you wanted to soothe him, so you pressed your face deeper into his neck, brushing a kiss to the hollow of his throat. It worked and Andy calmed, but his hand pressed more firmly against your lower back, like he was worried Ransom might try to take you from him.

“Because I’m feeling generous, you can consider your debt to me settled, Drysdale,” Andy said, his voice more even and cold, like it had been when you’d first walked into his office. “You no longer owe me for getting you out of that ugly situation revolving around your grandfather’s death.”

There was an awkward pause, then Ransom muttered, “Thanks, Barber.” It seemed like the matter had been settled, but still Ransom lingered. Finally, he called softly. “You sure this is what you want, bun?”

At the genuine concern in his voice, you finally lifted your head and turned to give Ransom a smile. “I’m happy, Ran, this is what I want.” You glanced at the man whose lap you sat on, the man who’d given you freedom and something more, a safe place to be yourself. Your smile widened when you saw the warmth in Andy’s blue eyes. “Andy’s a man of his word—that’s what you said.” You looked back to your best friend. “He’ll take care of me.”

For a moment, it looked like Ransom might protest again, but then his expression flattened and he tossed a glare at the lawyer. “Protect her, Barber,” your best friend growled, with as much intimidation as he could muster in his designer sweater. “If I hear she’s unhappy in any way…”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Andy said, cutting him off again, his tone amused. “I can take care of her in ways you couldn’t even dream of.” He brushed a kiss to your temple and your eyes closed, a happy smile curving your lips. “Run along, Drysdale. Our business is done and I promised my girl I was hers for the rest of the evening—and I’m a man of my word.”

Ransom grumbled at the patronizing dismissal, but he did as he was told, calling a goodbye to you that you returned with a sleepy wave over your shoulder. When he was gone, Andy let out a deep sigh of relief, clutching you tighter and brushing sweet kisses to your face anywhere he could reach.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands roaming soothingly over your body. “I’ll take care of you, now and forever—you have my word.”

With a smile, you melted into your man, letting sleep claim you and knowing that he would keep you safe and content. As you’d already come to learn, Andy Barber was a man of his word, and you didn’t doubt that he’d keep every promise he ever made to you.

Ransom had been your only ally from your world in your fight to escape from under the thumb of your financially abusive parents, so it was instinct to look to him when you were unsure what to do about Andy’s command. You gave him a pitiful look, begging your friend to help you yet again.

“Don’t look at him, look at me,” Andy said, a cool confidence in his voice that sent a shiver down your spine, one that was, surprisingly, not entirely born out of fear. Obediently, you returned your gaze to the lawyer, finding him watching you with an intensity that stole your breath. “Why are you looking at him? He can’t help you the way I can, that’s why he brought you to me, remember?”

Unfortunately, you remembered all too well that Andy was one of the few people in the state, let alone the city of Boston, who could help you with your situation. 

For years, your parents had been holding your inheritance hostage, using their wealth, power, and influence—and an entire army of lawyers—to make sure you couldn’t see a cent of your money unless you did exactly as they said. Unless you married exactly who they said. And you’d rather do anything than marry who they wanted you to marry. 

You’d called practically every lawyer in the state of Massachusetts, but they either weren’t willing or weren’t able to fight your parents and their lawyers, who were using every trick in the book, including plenty of not-so-legal ones. That had led you to asking Ransom for help, and he’d brought you to Andy Barber.

Which left you having to decide between doing as the cutthroat lawyer said, or walking out of his office and giving in to your parents’ whims. Your fingers tangled in the skirt of your sundress, indecision and desperation swirling in your belly.

“If you’re feeling shy, I can have my men leave and escort your friend out,” Andy offered, breaking the silence with the slightly mocking offer. “But if you want my help, you’re going to do as I say.” 

His tone turned hard, his final words coming out as a command that left no room for argument. It reminded you so much of your parents that you couldn’t help your body’s instinctual reaction. You flinched—hard. 

Your reaction didn’t make sense, but then anxiety never did. Panic blocked out everything else in the room, and you wrapped your arms around your body, your breaths coming in sharp pants as you cowered in front of the lawyer when only a moment ago, you’d held your head high. 

Andy seemed to freeze for a moment, taking in the change of your demeanor, then his shoes padded lightly on the wooden floor of the office as he moved closer. His steps were slow, almost cautious, like he was approaching a spooked animal.

You tried not to react further, but your shoulders bunched up around your ears and you huddled more tightly in on yourself. An instinctual part of you was waiting for a cruel hand to fall on your cheek—it was what you’d come to expect after a command like the one the lawyer had given—but none ever came. 

Instead, Andy let out a sharp breath, one of his fingers sliding gently beneath your chin. His touch was almost tender as he tilted your face up, and your mind spun as you tried to comprehend the fact that you were being touched with kindness rather than harshness. 

You blinked at Andy with wide, wary eyes, watching his face closely for any sign of anger or malice. There wasn’t any, only a quiet intensity and a sharp curiosity. It struck you, then, just how handsome the lawyer was. 

His eyes were such a pretty shade of blue, like a cloudless sky, and though he was tanned from summer days spent outside—on a beach somewhere without extradition while working for his more criminalistic clients, no doubt—there was a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks. 

The lawyer’s brown hair was neat and brushed back from his face, his beard so well-groomed that it looked soft, almost welcoming. You had the sudden urge to bury your face in Andy’s beard and forget your troubles, and the thought was so surprising, your eyes widened and your lips parted in shock. 

Your gaze lingered for another moment on Andy’s pink, inviting mouth, before returning to his eyes, which were watching you. There was a heady concentration in the lawyer’s gaze that made you want to squirm and press your thighs together, an inexplicable ache blooming in your core. 

Andy still held your chin so you couldn’t look away as a slow, slightly amused smile curved his mouth. He took another step forward, until he was close enough that the scent of him—expensive cologne, leather and something undeniably him—filled your senses, going right to your head and making you feel a little fuzzy. 

You swayed slightly on your feet, and Andy steadied you by putting his other hand on your waist. He squeezed your chin gently, waiting until he had your focus again before he spoke.

“I will not hurt you, sweetheart,” he said slowly, deliberately, his voice turning warm on the sweet nickname. He paused for a moment, searching your eyes for understanding, before continuing. “You have my word, and I’m a man of my word—got it?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you managed to say, stumbling over your words only a little—not from fear but from how flustered you felt with the handsome lawyer standing so close and calling you such sweet things. It wasn’t the kind of treatment you were used to, and you didn’t know what to do with it.

Another slow smile stole across Andy’s features and he chucked you lightly under the chin, clearly pleased at your answer. Though whether he was more pleased that you’d agreed or that you’d called him ’sir,’ you couldn’t be sure.

“Good girl,” Andy praised, giving you one last long look before he lifted his gaze to look over your shoulder. “Leave us,” he commanded to the others in the room, his voice holding all the authority of a man used to getting what he wanted.

You turned to look over your shoulder, your eyes finding the familiar face of your best friend in the small crowd of dangerous men beginning to shuffle out of the room. Ransom gave you a reassuring nod. 

“You’re gonna be okay, bun,” he promised, his mouth quirking into a little smirk that was comforting in its familiarity.  “Barber’s gonna help, just give him what he wants.”

It was the same thing Ransom had said before he brought you to the lawyer’s office, in a warehouse by the docks. Then, you’d thought the only thing the lawyer might want was money, or a significant cut of your inheritance. 

Now, you were faced with the prospect of giving much more to Andy Barber. But since you’d met the man, and felt the gentleness of his touch, it didn’t seem like such a hardship to use your body to buy his assistance, especially when it offered you hope that you might get the help you needed.

You watched as Ransom ducked through the door of the office, one of the lawyer’s men pulling it closed with a dull thud behind him. You were left alone with Andy Barber, one of the most ruthless men in all of Boston, with the command to strip out of your clothes hanging over your head. 

Oddly, you weren’t scared. You believed Andy when he’d said he wouldn’t hurt you. But you had other reasons to feel anxious. The thought of stripping naked in front of a strange, handsome man—especially one as powerful as Andy—was intimidating. 

What would happen if the lawyer didn’t like what he saw? Would he still help you? Could you still accept his help after the humiliation of getting naked for him if he rejected you? The answer to that last question, at least, was yes, because you were just that desperate to get away from your parents.

Swallowing past the nervousness lodged in your throat, you returned your gaze to Andy, instinctively looking to him for what to do next.

When the lawyer caught you looking expectantly at him, the corner of his mouth quirked in a small smile. He gave your arm a reassuring squeeze, the gesture almost paternalistic, if not for the barely concealed lust in his blue eyes, before stepping back. 

Andy prowled to the leather sofa on the opposite side of his office, his movements as smooth and graceful as a predator. He was controlled as he turned and sank into the firm cushions of the sofa, spreading his arms along the back and staring at you with those sharp, intelligent eyes, looking for all the world like a king surveying his prospective wife—or concubine.

“It’s time to strip, sweetheart,” Andy said, his voice not unkind. His gaze swept down your body, lingering briefly on the way your sundress hugged the swell of your tits and the curve of your hips, before his eyes returned to yours. “Show me what your inheritance is worth to you, and I’ll make sure you get your money from your parents.”

You were shaking like a leaf in a blustery summer wind from nerves, but the hunger in Andy’s gaze gave life to a spark of boldness deep in your chest. You clung to that feeling with all your might, reminding yourself that Andy was your last hope, and you couldn’t leave his office without his word that he’d help you.

With trembling fingers, you pushed the straps of your sundress off your shoulders, the garment catching around your waist and baring your naked chest for the lawyer. The coolness of the office’s air conditioning had goose bumps raising all over your skin, your nipples puckering into tight, sensitive peaks. 

It was only because you were watching him so closely that you noticed Andy’s sudden stillness. One moment he was lazing comfortably on the sofa, then between one breath and the next, he was as motionless as a predator preparing to pounce. 

You weren’t sure what to make of his reaction, even as his gaze roved greedily over your bared body, so you made quick work of removing your dress. You shoved it over your hips until it slipped to floor in a whisper of fabric. Your hands were clumsy as you slid your panties off, leaving you standing in front of the lawyer in nothing but your heels.

It took all of your self-control not to try to cover your nakeness with your hands, your arms hanging limply at your sides as you let Andy look his fill—and he was certainly looking. The lawyer’s eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of your bared skin, taking in the soft flesh of your tits, the gentle nip of your waist, and the generous curve of your hips with the voraciousness of a starving man.

“Gorgeous,” Andy rasped, his voice deeper and huskier that it had been just moments ago. He looked bewitched, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused as they continued their perusal of your body, flicking up and down like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to linger most.

Your lips fluttered in a tremulous smile at his praise, a glow of pride warming your chest as you took in the effect your nakedness had on him. It was enough to help you hold your head higher, your shoulders straightening and pushing your tits out for the lawyer.

Andy’s eyes finally found their way up to yours, sharpening on your face as he shifted on the couch, spreading his legs wide. “Come closer, sweetheart—leave the heels on.”

You stepped out of the circle of your clothes, proud of yourself when your knees wobbled only a little, and walked toward the sofa on shaking legs until you came to a stop between Andy’s knees. 

You’d felt all the places where your body had moved as you walked, the way your tits bounced, your ass and thighs jiggling with every step. And you were acutely aware that Andy had watched it all with rapturous focus, his blue eyes practically blazing with a covetous kind of lust that warmed you from the inside out. 

By the time you stopped in front of him, close enough to touch, you’d begun to enjoy the heat of his gaze, and the way his mouth was parted in anticipation of having you in every way he desired. Your own desire was making you grow damp between your thighs, threatening to give you away.

For long, torturously delicious moments, you simply stood in front of Andy, naked save for your shoes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as wetness began to gather and drip from the slit between your legs. You had the awful, errant thought that the lawyer might be able to smell your budding arousal, and you squeezed your thighs together, but Andy didn’t seem to notice. He was too mesmerized by the sway of your hips and the clenching of your thighs.

When you grew more restless than intimidated by the lawyer, you couldn’t help but ask, “Would you like me to spin, sir?” The words didn’t seem to penetrate, so you tried again, shifting anxiously on your feet. “Should I spin so you can see all of what I have to offer for your help?”

It took a moment for Andy to blink his eyes into focus and look up at your face, his gaze heating your skin as it dragged up your body, and you couldn’t help the smug little smirk that curved your lips. Amusement sparked in his blue eyes, and you shivered at the hunger there, the corner of his mouth flickering in a smug grin of his own.

“Impertinent girl,” he chided lightly, leaning back further into the sofa. He lifted his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dropping to his lap. 

Despite the chill of the air conditioning, warmth suffused every inch of your body when you saw the thick bulge in the lawyer’s pants. You swallowed past your suddenly dry throat, spit gathering beneath your tongue as you pictured yourself rubbing your cheek against his bulge, mouthing at his cock through the slacks of his suit.

The weight of your gaze didn’t go unnoticed, and a rumbling sound reverberated in Andy’s chest, almost like a purr. He lifted his hips again, and you quivered with lust, but held yourself back from acting on your desires. 

“Gimme a spin, sweetheart,” Andy growled, his voice full of barely restrained hunger. “Let’s see if you have an ass in need of spanking.”

A new spark of desire zinged down your spine and your eyes found Andy’s hands, which lay relaxed on the back of the sofa. They looked big, perfect for spanking, and you were unable to stop yourself from wondering how it would feel for his wide palms to slap your ass. 

Something told you it would feel better than it had any right to, and that filthy, not entirely unwanted thought, spurred you into movement.

You took your time turning around, shifting your weight and popping out your hip purposefully to give Andy a show. You were grateful that you’d worn your favorite heels that day, the ones that made your ass look good enough to eat. 

When your back was to Andy, you paused, giving him a long moment to let him look his fill. Based on the low, rumbling groan he tried to bite back behind his teeth, he liked what he saw.

With a smirk on your lips, you turned back around the face the lawyer. The bulge in his pants was noticeably bigger, straining almost painfully against the front of his slacks. There was even a small wet spot in the dark navy fabric, where his cock had leaked into his pants, and you wanted desperately to bend down and lick it, but you remained standing.

Your eyes swept up Andy’s form and you realized his dick wasn’t the only part of him straining underneath the weight of his lust. His arms were taut, the corded muscle and thick veins of his forearms standing out in stark relief where his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The fingers of his hands were gripping the back of the couch like he was physically holding himself back from lunging at you, his chest rising in heavy breaths.

Andy’s thick, muscular thighs shifted restlessly, spreading wider like they were making room for his heavy dick. Your eyes fell helplessly to his lap again, and he shifted his hips, lifting them off the cushion like it was instinct to shove his cock closer to you, and you let out a pitiful little whimper.

At your lustful sound, Andy finally snapped. In the breath of a moment, the lawyer shed his cool, calm composure, leaving nothing more than a man overcome by lust—lust that was all for you.

“Fuck,” he bit out the curse. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he growled, surging forward and wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs, just above the knee. Then he was hauling you into his lap, spreading your thighs wide so your knees landed on either side of his hips, digging into the soft cushions of the sofa.

Your hands fell to Andy’s shoulders, more to keep your balance than an attempt to push him away. No, no part of you wanted to move away from him. If anything, you wanted him closer, you wanted to press the softness of your body against the hard lines of his—you wanted to see if the lawyer would drown in his lust for you, and you wanted to follow him into that oblivion.

Spreading your knees wider, you lowered your body until your dripping center met the thick bulge in Andy’s slacks. Unbidden, your lips parted and you moaned, falling helplessly against his chest while his arms tightened around your bare back. The scorching feeling of his hands touching your skin was contrasted with the smooth, cool cotton of his shirt and pants, and it was so deliciously heady, it made your mind fuzzy with need.

“Christ, I can feel you, sweetheart,” Andy rumbled close to your ear, one of his hands skimming up your spine to cup the back of your neck. 

His hold was gentle and possessive at the same time, wringing a desperate, pleading whine from your lips that had his cock twitching between your thighs. In answer, you canted your hips, rubbing your slick slit experimentally along the hard ridge of his bulge, feeling him throb.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking wet and warm and perfect.” Andy’s voice was drenched in lust, so thick you could practically taste it in the air between you. His hand flexed around the back of your neck, like he couldn’t help himself, and he lifted his hips slightly, making his bulge dig deeper into your center. “Are you dripping all over my cock like a little slut, pretty girl?”

Andy’s tone was warm with teasing affection, but the filthiness of his words still made you bury your face in his neck. Your nose pushed beneath the loosened collar of his white dress shirt, but you barely had a second to breathe in the scent of him before he was towing you backward by his hold on your neck. His eyes were sparkling with amusement and his grin was affectionate as he watched you squirm, trying to hide your face in your shoulder.

“So shy and yet sooo slutty,” Andy cooed at you, pulling you in to brush a kiss against your heated cheek, the coarse hair of his beard tickling your skin and making you even more squirmy. He chuckled, his mouth lingering close to yours, until you settled. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?” 

The question was so soft and gentle, such a far cry from his command for you to strip, that it took your breath away. What had happened to the man who’d listened to your sob story with a cool detachedness and asked for sex in return? Who was this man who asked permission to kiss you when you were already naked in his lap? 

It was heady, being given power by a man as powerful as Andy Barber, and it only made you want him more. But you weren’t sure if you could make your voice work, so you bit your lip and nodded, staring deep into Andy’s eyes as you gave him your answer.

His blue gaze darkened, his pupils blowing wide with desire as his eyes dropped to your mouth. But he didn’t surge forward to kiss you the way you expected. Instead, he gave your neck another gentle squeeze and murmured, “Use your words, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me, sir. Please,” you begged immediately, your voice breathless and reedy with anticipation and need.

The words were barely out of your mouth before Andy’s lips were on you, kissing you slowly, decadently, with an edge of hunger like he was barely controlling himself. The kiss was sweet, almost too sweet for the situation you were in, and a restlessness filled your belly like the fluttering of a million butterflies.

You couldn’t have said why, maybe there was a thread of greediness in you that matched the hunger in Andy, but you wanted to feel the full force of his lust. You didn’t want his lust leashed and tempered—you wanted all of it. You wanted all of him. 

Skimming your hands up from his shoulders, your fingers tangled in the soft hair at the back of Andy’s head and you pulled him closer, leaning back until he was wrapped entirely around you. Your lips parted invitingly for him and when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you sucked on him, rocking your hips on his lap at the same time, your tits crushed to his chest.

Andy groaned roughly, deep in his throat, and his hands tightened on your body, feral possessiveness in every spot where his fingers dug into your skin. You felt it the moment his control broke, his hands getting rougher, his hips jerking up from the sofa to fuck against your cunt, his mouth more demanding, more hungry—and you met every bit of passion with your own lust.

“Holy fuck,” Andy cursed, breaking away from your mouth, his chest heaving as he panted for air. His hands had settled onto your hips, his fingers pressing so deep into your skin you wondered if they might leave bruises. You didn’t hate the idea, not one bit.

You clung to him, catching your own breath and burying your face in his beard, just beneath the cut of his jaw. You took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the salt of his skin, only growing needier by the second. You nuzzled into him while your hips humped idly against his bulge, a whine working its way up your throat.

“Jesus christ, sweetheart, you’re so perfect,” Andy murmured, one of his hands gently collaring your throat and turning your face so he could press his forehead to yours.

The gesture and his words settled something deep in your soul and you paused your movements, letting your body go still and your eyes to slip closed as you took in the moment. One of your hands slid down to Andy’s chest, your palm pressing over the spot where his heart thudded against his sternum. You smiled, feeling your heart pound in time with his, beating a steady rhythm together.

“Anything,” he rasped. 

You were so lost in feeling, it took a moment for the word to process, and before you could respond asking him what he was talking about, he continued on. 

“I’ll do anything to help you, sweet girl. You have my word.” 

You were shocked into silence by the conviction in his voice and you leaned back, looking hard at the lawyer. His expression was more than a little lust-drunk, his jaw slack and mouth parted as he stared back at you, but his eyes were clear and sharp. As you watched, his mouth flattened into a determined line and he held your gaze firmly.

“You have my word,” he said, repeating each word slowly like he was trying to imprint them on your mind. “Do you understand, sweetheart?”

“Ye-yes, sir,” you finally answered, stumbling over the words as hope and excitement rushed to fill your chest, the emotions catching in your throat and making it hard to speak. “Thank you, Andy,” you murmured, cupping his face and staring deep into his eyes. “Really, thank you—you have no idea what this means to me…”

You were practically dizzy with relief, and you took a deep breath to try to calm your racing heart. When you exhaled, the tension you’d been carrying for so long slipped from your shoulders. It dropped to your feet as easily as your dress had, and tears of overwhelming emotion gathered in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Don’t cry, sweet girl,” Andy crooned, sitting up and kissing the corners of your eyes, his thumbs sweeping sweetly across the apples of your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay.” 

You were too choked up to respond, too happy and excited that you were finally—finally—going to be free from your parents, so you simply hugged him, hoping Andy could feel your gratitude in your touch. His arms wound around your body and he hugged you back.

After a moment, he let out a deep sigh, his shoulders sagging in a way that seemed oddly sad for the moment. Then Andy was sitting back, extricating himself from your hold and giving you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You’ve showed me enough, given me enough,” he said, his eyes deliberately staying on your face like he didn’t have a right to look at your nakedness anymore. “You’re free to go. I’ll be in touch about your inheritance.” 

The words hit you like a slap in the face, and your hands tightened on the lawyer’s shoulders as you expected to be pushed off his lap. A pit opened up in your stomach, filling quickly with disappointment, and your lips pulled down into a frowning pout. 

You felt like you’d been given the sweetest candy in Andy’s kisses, in his hard body beneath your soft one, and he was trying to take it back before you could properly enjoy it. He’d wanted you just a moment ago, what the hell had happened?

“What if I don’t want to go yet?” you whispered, tears pricking at the back of your eyes and making your voice thick.

Guarded blue eyes flickered to yours, and you spotted a glimpse of longing in his gaze, but it was distant, like Andy was barely daring to hope he’d heard you correctly. The big, tough, dangerous lawyer looked so cautiously optimistic that you couldn’t help but lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“I believe you said something about being interested in the sweet, warm place between my legs, sir,” you reminded him, rocking your hips and dragging your dripping slit down the length of his cock, feeling him twitch against the damp fabric of his slacks. “Don’t you want it anymore?” you simpered. “Don’t you want me?”

You put enough of a pathetic whine in your voice to snap Andy out of whatever uncertainty he’d been feeling, whatever momentary crisis of conscience he’d had about taking you as payment for his help. One of his hands curved possessively around the back of your neck and he dragged you toward him for a bruising, claiming kiss. He held you captured with his mouth while his other hand made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

“You really are a filthy fucking slut, aren’t you, sweet girl?” Andy growled against your mouth as he pulled his cock out. “So ready to give me your cunt in exchange for my help, huh?” He lifted you up onto your knees and notched the head of his dick at your entrance, rubbing it through your slick, dripping folds. “Well, if you’re going to offer it so freely, don’t be surprised when I fucking take it.”

On those last words, Andy pressed inside your tight hole, thrusting up and pulling you down on his lap at the same time. In seconds, you were filled to the brim with his thick cock, every inch of his length buried deep in your pussy.

“Ahhh yes!” you screamed as pleasure, with just a slight edge of pain, exploded in your body, sending sparks glittering beneath your skin. You were so overwhelmed by the welcome intrusion that it loosened your tongue. “It’s yours, I’m yours, all yours, Andy,” you babbled, mind completely blown by the aching, throbbing, glorious stretch of his cock filling you up.

“That’s right, baby, you’re mine now,” Andy muttered heatedly, grabbing big handfuls of your hips and ass, groping you unreservedly, giving you only a moment to adjust to his full length before he started lifting you up and slamming you back down, helping you to ride him. “Fuck, that’s it. Bounce on the dick that owns you, sweet girl. Lemme hear how good it makes you feel.”

A moan tripped off your lips at Andy’s fevered words, your head tipping back as your fingers tangled in his hair, holding yourself anchored to him as you rode his cock. Your ass slapped hard against his muscular thighs, pleasure sparking through every nerve in your body as you did your best to follow Andy’s commands, your lips parted while endless whines and whimpers spilled free.

When Andy buried his face in your tits, licking and sucking on your nipples with wild abandon, you cried out your pleasure even louder, your moans filling the lawyer’s office and mixing with the lewd noises of your fucking—the smack of your ass on Andy’s thighs, the wet sounds of your cunt being filled, the rough groans of pleasure rumbling in his throat.

A sharp slap landed on your ass as Andy urged you to go faster. You squealed shrilly, the sound bouncing off the walls of the office, and fucked yourself harder and faster on his cock. Your wetness was making a mess on your thighs and his pants, but you didn’t care, you only cared about impaling yourself on his thick, glorious cock over and over and over again.

The pleasure in your body was mounting, your release bearing down on you, and it was taking all of your strength to keep going. You couldn’t lift yourself up anymore, your thighs trembling too much, so you rocked hard and fast on Andy’s cock. Your clit rubbed roughly against the base of him, and you chased your pleasure until you reached the pinnacle and fell right over the edge.

“Fuck yes, that’s my girl, come all over my cock, baby,” Andy rumbled, lifting his head and capturing your mouth in a ruthless kiss, drinking down your cries of bliss. “You’re squeezing me so tight, pretty girl—jesus christ, ‘m gonna come. Sweetheart, if you don’t get off me, ‘m gonna come inside you.”

A covetous, greedy creature rose inside you, and your entire body and mind rebelled against the idea of Andy spilling his seed anywhere but deep in your pussy. You spread your knees wide on the couch, so you were impaled fully on his cock, taking his thick, heavy length to the hilt.

“Do it,” you purred breathlessly, still riding out your release by rocking your hips in his lap. Falling forward against his chest, your kiss-swollen lips dragged across his bearded cheek to reach his ear. “Come inside me, sir. I want it.” Trailing your mouth down to find the spot just beneath the edge of his beard, you murmured, “I want you to breed me,” before biting down on the soft skin of his neck.

“Fuck, fuck—fuck, baby, ‘m gonna breed your pussy full of come, ’s that what you want? Want me to claim your cunt as mine, want to feel me dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day, huh?” 

Andy’s voice was so rough, so wicked, it sent even more tremors of pleasure through your body. He bit off a growl when your cunt clenched tightly around his throbbing cock, and his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you enough that he could fuck into you from below. He thrust his cock into your grasping channel once, twice, and on the third time, he let out a vicious groan.

“Take it, sweetheart, fucking take my come in that greedy, slutty, perfect pussy of yours,” Andy snarled through bared teeth, yanking you down on his lap and winding his arms tightly around your body to keep you in place while he emptied his balls deep in your body. 

Your inner walls fluttered around his twitching cock, your mouth curving into a pleased, sated smile. You could feel him throbbing inside you, and you reveled in the feeling, curling your arms around his broad shoulders and burying your face in his beard.

Andy smelled like clean sweat mixed with hints of leather and his cologne, and something so perfectly him that you practically purred, your nose digging deeper into his coarse hair while pleasure thrummed headily through your body. It occurred to you, then, that you’d never felt as safe or content as you did in that moment, naked in the powerful lawyer’s lap while he came inside you.

A final groan tumbled from Andy’s mouth and his nearly crushing hold on your body relented marginally as he sagged back into the couch, tugging you to sprawl across his chest. You could feel his warm come beginning to drip from your hole around his softening cock, and you wiggled your hips in delight at the sensation, a little giggle slipping free.

“I’m keeping you,” Andy declared, his hand stroking up your spine and pulling you close so he could press a kiss to your temple, the gesture ridiculously sweet and possessive at the same time. “You’re mine, and only mine, as long as you’ll let me have you, sweetheart.”

“Tha’s fine,” you mumbled, your eyes drifting closed. Andy guided your head to his shoulder and you let out a soft sigh of contentment. “As long as you’re mine and only mine, too, Andy.” A shiver wracked your body, the air conditioning in the office making the cooling sweat on your body feel frigid.

“Of course, pretty girl,” Andy said, his voice warm and indulgent as he pulled cool, smooth fabric around your shoulders. “I’m all yours.”

You cracked an eye open to see that Andy had pulled his suit jacket around you like a blanket. He tucked it in around your body, making sure every bit of your skin was ensconced in its warmth. Then he settled deeper into the sofa, brushing a kiss to the apple of your cheek and sitting quietly for a moment, simply enjoying holding you.

“Do you mind if I wrap up my business with your friend, sweetheart?” Andy asked softly after an indeterminable amount of time. “Then I’m all yours for the rest of the evening.”

“Sure, don’t mind,” you mumbled, still half asleep on Andy’s shoulder. 

You took quick stock of your body, but you didn’t think any of your nakedness was visible thanks to Andy’s suit jacket. The lawyer had made sure you were all tucked in and completely covered so only he knew the full extent of your nakedness.

“Drysdale,” Andy called, loud enough to carry through the door of his office, but not hurt your ears. You snuggled deeper into his shoulder, nosing beneath the collar of his shirt and breathing in the calming scent of him. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it.

“Everything alright, bun?” Ransom asked as soon as he pushed into the room. 

You heard him stop and suck in a sharp breath, but you were too content to lift your head to look at him. Instead, you pushed a hand out from beneath the collar of Andy’s jacket and gave your best friend a thumbs up, which made Andy huff a laugh.

“As you can see, I’m taking good care of your friend, Drysdale,” Andy said, satisfaction dripping from his words. “We’ve reached an agreement. I’ve given her my word, and I’ll be helping her with her problem.” 

“Great,” Ransom said, taking a few tentative steps closer. “I’ll take her back to my place, then. Make sure she has a safe place to stay while you sort out her parents.”

Andy lifted one of his hands and you could imagine the imperious look on his face as he gestured for Ransom to stop. “That won’t be necessary,” the lawyer drawled, letting his hand fall to your lower back, holding you possessively through his jacket. “She’ll stay with me—she’s mine.”

“That wasn’t supposed to be the deal!” Ransom protested, but Andy cut him off.

“It was the deal she willingly made, Drysdale,” Andy snapped, his body tensing beneath yours. 

Instinctively, you wanted to soothe him, so you pressed your face deeper into his neck, brushing a kiss to the hollow of his throat. It worked and Andy calmed, but his hand pressed more firmly against your lower back, like he was worried Ransom might try to take you from him.

“Because I’m feeling generous, you can consider your debt to me settled, Drysdale,” Andy said, his voice more even and cold, like it had been when you’d first walked into his office. “You no longer owe me for getting you out of that ugly situation revolving around your grandfather’s death.”

There was an awkward pause, then Ransom muttered, “Thanks, Barber.” It seemed like the matter had been settled, but still Ransom lingered. Finally, he called softly. “You sure this is what you want, bun?”

At the genuine concern in his voice, you finally lifted your head and turned to give Ransom a smile. “I’m happy, Ran, this is what I want.” You glanced at the man whose lap you sat on, the man who’d given you freedom and something more, a safe place to be yourself. Your smile widened when you saw the warmth in Andy’s blue eyes. “Andy’s a man of his word—that’s what you said.” You looked back to your best friend. “He’ll take care of me.”

For a moment, it looked like Ransom might protest again, but then his expression flattened and he tossed a glare at the lawyer. “Protect her, Barber,” your best friend growled, with as much intimidation as he could muster in his designer sweater. “If I hear she’s unhappy in any way…”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Andy said, cutting him off again, his tone amused. “I can take care of her in ways you couldn’t even dream of.” He brushed a kiss to your temple and your eyes closed, a happy smile curving your lips. “Run along, Drysdale. Our business is done and I promised my girl I was hers for the rest of the evening—and I’m a man of my word.”

Ransom grumbled at the patronizing dismissal, but he did as he was told, calling a goodbye to you that you returned with a sleepy wave over your shoulder. When he was gone, Andy let out a deep sigh of relief, clutching you tighter and brushing sweet kisses to your face anywhere he could reach.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands roaming soothingly over your body. “I’ll take care of you, now and forever—you have my word.”

With a smile, you melted into your man, letting sleep claim you and knowing that he would keep you safe and content. As you’d already come to learn, Andy Barber was a man of his word, and you didn’t doubt that he’d keep every promise he ever made to you.

Ransom had been your only ally from your world in your fight to escape from under the thumb of your financially abusive parents, so it was instinct to look to him when you were unsure what to do about Andy’s command. You gave him a pitiful look, begging your friend to help you yet again.

“Don’t look at him, look at me,” Andy said, a cool confidence in his voice that sent a shiver down your spine, one that was, surprisingly, not entirely born out of fear. Obediently, you returned your gaze to the lawyer, finding him watching you with an intensity that stole your breath. “Why are you looking at him? He can’t help you the way I can, that’s why he brought you to me, remember?”

Unfortunately, you remembered all too well that Andy was one of the few people in the state, let alone the city of Boston, who could help you with your situation. 

For years, your parents had been holding your inheritance hostage, using their wealth, power, and influence—and an entire army of lawyers—to make sure you couldn’t see a cent of your money unless you did exactly as they said. Unless you married exactly who they said. And you’d rather do anything than marry who they wanted you to marry. 

You’d called practically every lawyer in the state of Massachusetts, but they either weren’t willing or weren’t able to fight your parents and their lawyers, who were using every trick in the book, including plenty of not-so-legal ones. That had led you to asking Ransom for help, and he’d brought you to Andy Barber.

Which left you having to decide between doing as the cutthroat lawyer said, or walking out of his office and giving in to your parents’ whims. Your fingers tangled in the skirt of your sundress, indecision and desperation swirling in your belly.

“If you’re feeling shy, I can have my men leave and escort your friend out,” Andy offered, breaking the silence with the slightly mocking offer. “But if you want my help, you’re going to do as I say.” 

His tone turned hard, his final words coming out as a command that left no room for argument. It reminded you so much of your parents that you couldn’t help your body’s instinctual reaction. You flinched—hard. 

Your reaction didn’t make sense, but then anxiety never did. Panic blocked out everything else in the room, and you wrapped your arms around your body, your breaths coming in sharp pants as you cowered in front of the lawyer when only a moment ago, you’d held your head high. 

Andy seemed to freeze for a moment, taking in the change of your demeanor, then his shoes padded lightly on the wooden floor of the office as he moved closer. His steps were slow, almost cautious, like he was approaching a spooked animal.

You tried not to react further, but your shoulders bunched up around your ears and you huddled more tightly in on yourself. An instinctual part of you was waiting for a cruel hand to fall on your cheek—it was what you’d come to expect after a command like the one the lawyer had given—but none ever came. 

Instead, Andy let out a sharp breath, one of his fingers sliding gently beneath your chin. His touch was almost tender as he tilted your face up, and your mind spun as you tried to comprehend the fact that you were being touched with kindness rather than harshness. 

You blinked at Andy with wide, wary eyes, watching his face closely for any sign of anger or malice. There wasn’t any, only a quiet intensity and a sharp curiosity. It struck you, then, just how handsome the lawyer was. 

His eyes were such a pretty shade of blue, like a cloudless sky, and though he was tanned from summer days spent outside—on a beach somewhere without extradition while working for his more criminalistic clients, no doubt—there was a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks. 

The lawyer’s brown hair was neat and brushed back from his face, his beard so well-groomed that it looked soft, almost welcoming. You had the sudden urge to bury your face in Andy’s beard and forget your troubles, and the thought was so surprising, your eyes widened and your lips parted in shock. 

Your gaze lingered for another moment on Andy’s pink, inviting mouth, before returning to his eyes, which were watching you. There was a heady concentration in the lawyer’s gaze that made you want to squirm and press your thighs together, an inexplicable ache blooming in your core. 

Andy still held your chin so you couldn’t look away as a slow, slightly amused smile curved his mouth. He took another step forward, until he was close enough that the scent of him—expensive cologne, leather and something undeniably him—filled your senses, going right to your head and making you feel a little fuzzy. 

You swayed slightly on your feet, and Andy steadied you by putting his other hand on your waist. He squeezed your chin gently, waiting until he had your focus again before he spoke.

“I will not hurt you, sweetheart,” he said slowly, deliberately, his voice turning warm on the sweet nickname. He paused for a moment, searching your eyes for understanding, before continuing. “You have my word, and I’m a man of my word—got it?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you managed to say, stumbling over your words only a little—not from fear but from how flustered you felt with the handsome lawyer standing so close and calling you such sweet things. It wasn’t the kind of treatment you were used to, and you didn’t know what to do with it.

Another slow smile stole across Andy’s features and he chucked you lightly under the chin, clearly pleased at your answer. Though whether he was more pleased that you’d agreed or that you’d called him ’sir,’ you couldn’t be sure.

“Good girl,” Andy praised, giving you one last long look before he lifted his gaze to look over your shoulder. “Leave us,” he commanded to the others in the room, his voice holding all the authority of a man used to getting what he wanted.

You turned to look over your shoulder, your eyes finding the familiar face of your best friend in the small crowd of dangerous men beginning to shuffle out of the room. Ransom gave you a reassuring nod. 

“You’re gonna be okay, bun,” he promised, his mouth quirking into a little smirk that was comforting in its familiarity.  “Barber’s gonna help, just give him what he wants.”

It was the same thing Ransom had said before he brought you to the lawyer’s office, in a warehouse by the docks. Then, you’d thought the only thing the lawyer might want was money, or a significant cut of your inheritance. 

Now, you were faced with the prospect of giving much more to Andy Barber. But since you’d met the man, and felt the gentleness of his touch, it didn’t seem like such a hardship to use your body to buy his assistance, especially when it offered you hope that you might get the help you needed.

You watched as Ransom ducked through the door of the office, one of the lawyer’s men pulling it closed with a dull thud behind him. You were left alone with Andy Barber, one of the most ruthless men in all of Boston, with the command to strip out of your clothes hanging over your head. 

Oddly, you weren’t scared. You believed Andy when he’d said he wouldn’t hurt you. But you had other reasons to feel anxious. The thought of stripping naked in front of a strange, handsome man—especially one as powerful as Andy—was intimidating. 

What would happen if the lawyer didn’t like what he saw? Would he still help you? Could you still accept his help after the humiliation of getting naked for him if he rejected you? The answer to that last question, at least, was yes, because you were just that desperate to get away from your parents.

Swallowing past the nervousness lodged in your throat, you returned your gaze to Andy, instinctively looking to him for what to do next.

When the lawyer caught you looking expectantly at him, the corner of his mouth quirked in a small smile. He gave your arm a reassuring squeeze, the gesture almost paternalistic, if not for the barely concealed lust in his blue eyes, before stepping back. 

Andy prowled to the leather sofa on the opposite side of his office, his movements as smooth and graceful as a predator. He was controlled as he turned and sank into the firm cushions of the sofa, spreading his arms along the back and staring at you with those sharp, intelligent eyes, looking for all the world like a king surveying his prospective wife—or concubine.

“It’s time to strip, sweetheart,” Andy said, his voice not unkind. His gaze swept down your body, lingering briefly on the way your sundress hugged the swell of your tits and the curve of your hips, before his eyes returned to yours. “Show me what your inheritance is worth to you, and I’ll make sure you get your money from your parents.”

You were shaking like a leaf in a blustery summer wind from nerves, but the hunger in Andy’s gaze gave life to a spark of boldness deep in your chest. You clung to that feeling with all your might, reminding yourself that Andy was your last hope, and you couldn’t leave his office without his word that he’d help you.

With trembling fingers, you pushed the straps of your sundress off your shoulders, the garment catching around your waist and baring your naked chest for the lawyer. The coolness of the office’s air conditioning had goose bumps raising all over your skin, your nipples puckering into tight, sensitive peaks. 

It was only because you were watching him so closely that you noticed Andy’s sudden stillness. One moment he was lazing comfortably on the sofa, then between one breath and the next, he was as motionless as a predator preparing to pounce. 

You weren’t sure what to make of his reaction, even as his gaze roved greedily over your bared body, so you made quick work of removing your dress. You shoved it over your hips until it slipped to floor in a whisper of fabric. Your hands were clumsy as you slid your panties off, leaving you standing in front of the lawyer in nothing but your heels.

It took all of your self-control not to try to cover your nakeness with your hands, your arms hanging limply at your sides as you let Andy look his fill—and he was certainly looking. The lawyer’s eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of your bared skin, taking in the soft flesh of your tits, the gentle nip of your waist, and the generous curve of your hips with the voraciousness of a starving man.

“Gorgeous,” Andy rasped, his voice deeper and huskier that it had been just moments ago. He looked bewitched, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused as they continued their perusal of your body, flicking up and down like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to linger most.

Your lips fluttered in a tremulous smile at his praise, a glow of pride warming your chest as you took in the effect your nakedness had on him. It was enough to help you hold your head higher, your shoulders straightening and pushing your tits out for the lawyer.

Andy’s eyes finally found their way up to yours, sharpening on your face as he shifted on the couch, spreading his legs wide. “Come closer, sweetheart—leave the heels on.”

You stepped out of the circle of your clothes, proud of yourself when your knees wobbled only a little, and walked toward the sofa on shaking legs until you came to a stop between Andy’s knees. 

You’d felt all the places where your body had moved as you walked, the way your tits bounced, your ass and thighs jiggling with every step. And you were acutely aware that Andy had watched it all with rapturous focus, his blue eyes practically blazing with a covetous kind of lust that warmed you from the inside out. 

By the time you stopped in front of him, close enough to touch, you’d begun to enjoy the heat of his gaze, and the way his mouth was parted in anticipation of having you in every way he desired. Your own desire was making you grow damp between your thighs, threatening to give you away.

For long, torturously delicious moments, you simply stood in front of Andy, naked save for your shoes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as wetness began to gather and drip from the slit between your legs. You had the awful, errant thought that the lawyer might be able to smell your budding arousal, and you squeezed your thighs together, but Andy didn’t seem to notice. He was too mesmerized by the sway of your hips and the clenching of your thighs.

When you grew more restless than intimidated by the lawyer, you couldn’t help but ask, “Would you like me to spin, sir?” The words didn’t seem to penetrate, so you tried again, shifting anxiously on your feet. “Should I spin so you can see all of what I have to offer for your help?”

It took a moment for Andy to blink his eyes into focus and look up at your face, his gaze heating your skin as it dragged up your body, and you couldn’t help the smug little smirk that curved your lips. Amusement sparked in his blue eyes, and you shivered at the hunger there, the corner of his mouth flickering in a smug grin of his own.

“Impertinent girl,” he chided lightly, leaning back further into the sofa. He lifted his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dropping to his lap. 

Despite the chill of the air conditioning, warmth suffused every inch of your body when you saw the thick bulge in the lawyer’s pants. You swallowed past your suddenly dry throat, spit gathering beneath your tongue as you pictured yourself rubbing your cheek against his bulge, mouthing at his cock through the slacks of his suit.

The weight of your gaze didn’t go unnoticed, and a rumbling sound reverberated in Andy’s chest, almost like a purr. He lifted his hips again, and you quivered with lust, but held yourself back from acting on your desires. 

“Gimme a spin, sweetheart,” Andy growled, his voice full of barely restrained hunger. “Let’s see if you have an ass in need of spanking.”

A new spark of desire zinged down your spine and your eyes found Andy’s hands, which lay relaxed on the back of the sofa. They looked big, perfect for spanking, and you were unable to stop yourself from wondering how it would feel for his wide palms to slap your ass. 

Something told you it would feel better than it had any right to, and that filthy, not entirely unwanted thought, spurred you into movement.

You took your time turning around, shifting your weight and popping out your hip purposefully to give Andy a show. You were grateful that you’d worn your favorite heels that day, the ones that made your ass look good enough to eat. 

When your back was to Andy, you paused, giving him a long moment to let him look his fill. Based on the low, rumbling groan he tried to bite back behind his teeth, he liked what he saw.

With a smirk on your lips, you turned back around the face the lawyer. The bulge in his pants was noticeably bigger, straining almost painfully against the front of his slacks. There was even a small wet spot in the dark navy fabric, where his cock had leaked into his pants, and you wanted desperately to bend down and lick it, but you remained standing.

Your eyes swept up Andy’s form and you realized his dick wasn’t the only part of him straining underneath the weight of his lust. His arms were taut, the corded muscle and thick veins of his forearms standing out in stark relief where his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The fingers of his hands were gripping the back of the couch like he was physically holding himself back from lunging at you, his chest rising in heavy breaths.

Andy’s thick, muscular thighs shifted restlessly, spreading wider like they were making room for his heavy dick. Your eyes fell helplessly to his lap again, and he shifted his hips, lifting them off the cushion like it was instinct to shove his cock closer to you, and you let out a pitiful little whimper.

At your lustful sound, Andy finally snapped. In the breath of a moment, the lawyer shed his cool, calm composure, leaving nothing more than a man overcome by lust—lust that was all for you.

“Fuck,” he bit out the curse. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he growled, surging forward and wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs, just above the knee. Then he was hauling you into his lap, spreading your thighs wide so your knees landed on either side of his hips, digging into the soft cushions of the sofa.

Your hands fell to Andy’s shoulders, more to keep your balance than an attempt to push him away. No, no part of you wanted to move away from him. If anything, you wanted him closer, you wanted to press the softness of your body against the hard lines of his—you wanted to see if the lawyer would drown in his lust for you, and you wanted to follow him into that oblivion.

Spreading your knees wider, you lowered your body until your dripping center met the thick bulge in Andy’s slacks. Unbidden, your lips parted and you moaned, falling helplessly against his chest while his arms tightened around your bare back. The scorching feeling of his hands touching your skin was contrasted with the smooth, cool cotton of his shirt and pants, and it was so deliciously heady, it made your mind fuzzy with need.

“Christ, I can feel you, sweetheart,” Andy rumbled close to your ear, one of his hands skimming up your spine to cup the back of your neck. 

His hold was gentle and possessive at the same time, wringing a desperate, pleading whine from your lips that had his cock twitching between your thighs. In answer, you canted your hips, rubbing your slick slit experimentally along the hard ridge of his bulge, feeling him throb.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking wet and warm and perfect.” Andy’s voice was drenched in lust, so thick you could practically taste it in the air between you. His hand flexed around the back of your neck, like he couldn’t help himself, and he lifted his hips slightly, making his bulge dig deeper into your center. “Are you dripping all over my cock like a little slut, pretty girl?”

Andy’s tone was warm with teasing affection, but the filthiness of his words still made you bury your face in his neck. Your nose pushed beneath the loosened collar of his white dress shirt, but you barely had a second to breathe in the scent of him before he was towing you backward by his hold on your neck. His eyes were sparkling with amusement and his grin was affectionate as he watched you squirm, trying to hide your face in your shoulder.

“So shy and yet sooo slutty,” Andy cooed at you, pulling you in to brush a kiss against your heated cheek, the coarse hair of his beard tickling your skin and making you even more squirmy. He chuckled, his mouth lingering close to yours, until you settled. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?” 

The question was so soft and gentle, such a far cry from his command for you to strip, that it took your breath away. What had happened to the man who’d listened to your sob story with a cool detachedness and asked for sex in return? Who was this man who asked permission to kiss you when you were already naked in his lap? 

It was heady, being given power by a man as powerful as Andy Barber, and it only made you want him more. But you weren’t sure if you could make your voice work, so you bit your lip and nodded, staring deep into Andy’s eyes as you gave him your answer.

His blue gaze darkened, his pupils blowing wide with desire as his eyes dropped to your mouth. But he didn’t surge forward to kiss you the way you expected. Instead, he gave your neck another gentle squeeze and murmured, “Use your words, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me, sir. Please,” you begged immediately, your voice breathless and reedy with anticipation and need.

The words were barely out of your mouth before Andy’s lips were on you, kissing you slowly, decadently, with an edge of hunger like he was barely controlling himself. The kiss was sweet, almost too sweet for the situation you were in, and a restlessness filled your belly like the fluttering of a million butterflies.

You couldn’t have said why, maybe there was a thread of greediness in you that matched the hunger in Andy, but you wanted to feel the full force of his lust. You didn’t want his lust leashed and tempered—you wanted all of it. You wanted all of him. 

Skimming your hands up from his shoulders, your fingers tangled in the soft hair at the back of Andy’s head and you pulled him closer, leaning back until he was wrapped entirely around you. Your lips parted invitingly for him and when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you sucked on him, rocking your hips on his lap at the same time, your tits crushed to his chest.

Andy groaned roughly, deep in his throat, and his hands tightened on your body, feral possessiveness in every spot where his fingers dug into your skin. You felt it the moment his control broke, his hands getting rougher, his hips jerking up from the sofa to fuck against your cunt, his mouth more demanding, more hungry—and you met every bit of passion with your own lust.

“Holy fuck,” Andy cursed, breaking away from your mouth, his chest heaving as he panted for air. His hands had settled onto your hips, his fingers pressing so deep into your skin you wondered if they might leave bruises. You didn’t hate the idea, not one bit.

You clung to him, catching your own breath and burying your face in his beard, just beneath the cut of his jaw. You took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the salt of his skin, only growing needier by the second. You nuzzled into him while your hips humped idly against his bulge, a whine working its way up your throat.

“Jesus christ, sweetheart, you’re so perfect,” Andy murmured, one of his hands gently collaring your throat and turning your face so he could press his forehead to yours.

The gesture and his words settled something deep in your soul and you paused your movements, letting your body go still and your eyes to slip closed as you took in the moment. One of your hands slid down to Andy’s chest, your palm pressing over the spot where his heart thudded against his sternum. You smiled, feeling your heart pound in time with his, beating a steady rhythm together.

“Anything,” he rasped. 

You were so lost in feeling, it took a moment for the word to process, and before you could respond asking him what he was talking about, he continued on. 

“I’ll do anything to help you, sweet girl. You have my word.” 

You were shocked into silence by the conviction in his voice and you leaned back, looking hard at the lawyer. His expression was more than a little lust-drunk, his jaw slack and mouth parted as he stared back at you, but his eyes were clear and sharp. As you watched, his mouth flattened into a determined line and he held your gaze firmly.

“You have my word,” he said, repeating each word slowly like he was trying to imprint them on your mind. “Do you understand, sweetheart?”

“Ye-yes, sir,” you finally answered, stumbling over the words as hope and excitement rushed to fill your chest, the emotions catching in your throat and making it hard to speak. “Thank you, Andy,” you murmured, cupping his face and staring deep into his eyes. “Really, thank you—you have no idea what this means to me…”

You were practically dizzy with relief, and you took a deep breath to try to calm your racing heart. When you exhaled, the tension you’d been carrying for so long slipped from your shoulders. It dropped to your feet as easily as your dress had, and tears of overwhelming emotion gathered in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Don’t cry, sweet girl,” Andy crooned, sitting up and kissing the corners of your eyes, his thumbs sweeping sweetly across the apples of your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay.” 

You were too choked up to respond, too happy and excited that you were finally—finally—going to be free from your parents, so you simply hugged him, hoping Andy could feel your gratitude in your touch. His arms wound around your body and he hugged you back.

After a moment, he let out a deep sigh, his shoulders sagging in a way that seemed oddly sad for the moment. Then Andy was sitting back, extricating himself from your hold and giving you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You’ve showed me enough, given me enough,” he said, his eyes deliberately staying on your face like he didn’t have a right to look at your nakedness anymore. “You’re free to go. I’ll be in touch about your inheritance.” 

The words hit you like a slap in the face, and your hands tightened on the lawyer’s shoulders as you expected to be pushed off his lap. A pit opened up in your stomach, filling quickly with disappointment, and your lips pulled down into a frowning pout. 

You felt like you’d been given the sweetest candy in Andy’s kisses, in his hard body beneath your soft one, and he was trying to take it back before you could properly enjoy it. He’d wanted you just a moment ago, what the hell had happened?

“What if I don’t want to go yet?” you whispered, tears pricking at the back of your eyes and making your voice thick.

Guarded blue eyes flickered to yours, and you spotted a glimpse of longing in his gaze, but it was distant, like Andy was barely daring to hope he’d heard you correctly. The big, tough, dangerous lawyer looked so cautiously optimistic that you couldn’t help but lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“I believe you said something about being interested in the sweet, warm place between my legs, sir,” you reminded him, rocking your hips and dragging your dripping slit down the length of his cock, feeling him twitch against the damp fabric of his slacks. “Don’t you want it anymore?” you simpered. “Don’t you want me?”

You put enough of a pathetic whine in your voice to snap Andy out of whatever uncertainty he’d been feeling, whatever momentary crisis of conscience he’d had about taking you as payment for his help. One of his hands curved possessively around the back of your neck and he dragged you toward him for a bruising, claiming kiss. He held you captured with his mouth while his other hand made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

“You really are a filthy fucking slut, aren’t you, sweet girl?” Andy growled against your mouth as he pulled his cock out. “So ready to give me your cunt in exchange for my help, huh?” He lifted you up onto your knees and notched the head of his dick at your entrance, rubbing it through your slick, dripping folds. “Well, if you’re going to offer it so freely, don’t be surprised when I fucking take it.”

On those last words, Andy pressed inside your tight hole, thrusting up and pulling you down on his lap at the same time. In seconds, you were filled to the brim with his thick cock, every inch of his length buried deep in your pussy.

“Ahhh yes!” you screamed as pleasure, with just a slight edge of pain, exploded in your body, sending sparks glittering beneath your skin. You were so overwhelmed by the welcome intrusion that it loosened your tongue. “It’s yours, I’m yours, all yours, Andy,” you babbled, mind completely blown by the aching, throbbing, glorious stretch of his cock filling you up.

“That’s right, baby, you’re mine now,” Andy muttered heatedly, grabbing big handfuls of your hips and ass, groping you unreservedly, giving you only a moment to adjust to his full length before he started lifting you up and slamming you back down, helping you to ride him. “Fuck, that’s it. Bounce on the dick that owns you, sweet girl. Lemme hear how good it makes you feel.”

A moan tripped off your lips at Andy’s fevered words, your head tipping back as your fingers tangled in his hair, holding yourself anchored to him as you rode his cock. Your ass slapped hard against his muscular thighs, pleasure sparking through every nerve in your body as you did your best to follow Andy’s commands, your lips parted while endless whines and whimpers spilled free.

When Andy buried his face in your tits, licking and sucking on your nipples with wild abandon, you cried out your pleasure even louder, your moans filling the lawyer’s office and mixing with the lewd noises of your fucking—the smack of your ass on Andy’s thighs, the wet sounds of your cunt being filled, the rough groans of pleasure rumbling in his throat.

A sharp slap landed on your ass as Andy urged you to go faster. You squealed shrilly, the sound bouncing off the walls of the office, and fucked yourself harder and faster on his cock. Your wetness was making a mess on your thighs and his pants, but you didn’t care, you only cared about impaling yourself on his thick, glorious cock over and over and over again.

The pleasure in your body was mounting, your release bearing down on you, and it was taking all of your strength to keep going. You couldn’t lift yourself up anymore, your thighs trembling too much, so you rocked hard and fast on Andy’s cock. Your clit rubbed roughly against the base of him, and you chased your pleasure until you reached the pinnacle and fell right over the edge.

“Fuck yes, that’s my girl, come all over my cock, baby,” Andy rumbled, lifting his head and capturing your mouth in a ruthless kiss, drinking down your cries of bliss. “You’re squeezing me so tight, pretty girl—jesus christ, ‘m gonna come. Sweetheart, if you don’t get off me, ‘m gonna come inside you.”

A covetous, greedy creature rose inside you, and your entire body and mind rebelled against the idea of Andy spilling his seed anywhere but deep in your pussy. You spread your knees wide on the couch, so you were impaled fully on his cock, taking his thick, heavy length to the hilt.

“Do it,” you purred breathlessly, still riding out your release by rocking your hips in his lap. Falling forward against his chest, your kiss-swollen lips dragged across his bearded cheek to reach his ear. “Come inside me, sir. I want it.” Trailing your mouth down to find the spot just beneath the edge of his beard, you murmured, “I want you to breed me,” before biting down on the soft skin of his neck.

“Fuck, fuck—fuck, baby, ‘m gonna breed your pussy full of come, ’s that what you want? Want me to claim your cunt as mine, want to feel me dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day, huh?” 

Andy’s voice was so rough, so wicked, it sent even more tremors of pleasure through your body. He bit off a growl when your cunt clenched tightly around his throbbing cock, and his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you enough that he could fuck into you from below. He thrust his cock into your grasping channel once, twice, and on the third time, he let out a vicious groan.

“Take it, sweetheart, fucking take my come in that greedy, slutty, perfect pussy of yours,” Andy snarled through bared teeth, yanking you down on his lap and winding his arms tightly around your body to keep you in place while he emptied his balls deep in your body. 

Your inner walls fluttered around his twitching cock, your mouth curving into a pleased, sated smile. You could feel him throbbing inside you, and you reveled in the feeling, curling your arms around his broad shoulders and burying your face in his beard.

Andy smelled like clean sweat mixed with hints of leather and his cologne, and something so perfectly him that you practically purred, your nose digging deeper into his coarse hair while pleasure thrummed headily through your body. It occurred to you, then, that you’d never felt as safe or content as you did in that moment, naked in the powerful lawyer’s lap while he came inside you.

A final groan tumbled from Andy’s mouth and his nearly crushing hold on your body relented marginally as he sagged back into the couch, tugging you to sprawl across his chest. You could feel his warm come beginning to drip from your hole around his softening cock, and you wiggled your hips in delight at the sensation, a little giggle slipping free.

“I’m keeping you,” Andy declared, his hand stroking up your spine and pulling you close so he could press a kiss to your temple, the gesture ridiculously sweet and possessive at the same time. “You’re mine, and only mine, as long as you’ll let me have you, sweetheart.”

“Tha’s fine,” you mumbled, your eyes drifting closed. Andy guided your head to his shoulder and you let out a soft sigh of contentment. “As long as you’re mine and only mine, too, Andy.” A shiver wracked your body, the air conditioning in the office making the cooling sweat on your body feel frigid.

“Of course, pretty girl,” Andy said, his voice warm and indulgent as he pulled cool, smooth fabric around your shoulders. “I’m all yours.”

You cracked an eye open to see that Andy had pulled his suit jacket around you like a blanket. He tucked it in around your body, making sure every bit of your skin was ensconced in its warmth. Then he settled deeper into the sofa, brushing a kiss to the apple of your cheek and sitting quietly for a moment, simply enjoying holding you.

“Do you mind if I wrap up my business with your friend, sweetheart?” Andy asked softly after an indeterminable amount of time. “Then I’m all yours for the rest of the evening.”

“Sure, don’t mind,” you mumbled, still half asleep on Andy’s shoulder. 

You took quick stock of your body, but you didn’t think any of your nakedness was visible thanks to Andy’s suit jacket. The lawyer had made sure you were all tucked in and completely covered so only he knew the full extent of your nakedness.

“Drysdale,” Andy called, loud enough to carry through the door of his office, but not hurt your ears. You snuggled deeper into his shoulder, nosing beneath the collar of his shirt and breathing in the calming scent of him. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it.

“Everything alright, bun?” Ransom asked as soon as he pushed into the room. 

You heard him stop and suck in a sharp breath, but you were too content to lift your head to look at him. Instead, you pushed a hand out from beneath the collar of Andy’s jacket and gave your best friend a thumbs up, which made Andy huff a laugh.

“As you can see, I’m taking good care of your friend, Drysdale,” Andy said, satisfaction dripping from his words. “We’ve reached an agreement. I’ve given her my word, and I’ll be helping her with her problem.” 

“Great,” Ransom said, taking a few tentative steps closer. “I’ll take her back to my place, then. Make sure she has a safe place to stay while you sort out her parents.”

Andy lifted one of his hands and you could imagine the imperious look on his face as he gestured for Ransom to stop. “That won’t be necessary,” the lawyer drawled, letting his hand fall to your lower back, holding you possessively through his jacket. “She’ll stay with me—she’s mine.”

“That wasn’t supposed to be the deal!” Ransom protested, but Andy cut him off.

“It was the deal she willingly made, Drysdale,” Andy snapped, his body tensing beneath yours. 

Instinctively, you wanted to soothe him, so you pressed your face deeper into his neck, brushing a kiss to the hollow of his throat. It worked and Andy calmed, but his hand pressed more firmly against your lower back, like he was worried Ransom might try to take you from him.

“Because I’m feeling generous, you can consider your debt to me settled, Drysdale,” Andy said, his voice more even and cold, like it had been when you’d first walked into his office. “You no longer owe me for getting you out of that ugly situation revolving around your grandfather’s death.”

There was an awkward pause, then Ransom muttered, “Thanks, Barber.” It seemed like the matter had been settled, but still Ransom lingered. Finally, he called softly. “You sure this is what you want, bun?”

At the genuine concern in his voice, you finally lifted your head and turned to give Ransom a smile. “I’m happy, Ran, this is what I want.” You glanced at the man whose lap you sat on, the man who’d given you freedom and something more, a safe place to be yourself. Your smile widened when you saw the warmth in Andy’s blue eyes. “Andy’s a man of his word—that’s what you said.” You looked back to your best friend. “He’ll take care of me.”

For a moment, it looked like Ransom might protest again, but then his expression flattened and he tossed a glare at the lawyer. “Protect her, Barber,” your best friend growled, with as much intimidation as he could muster in his designer sweater. “If I hear she’s unhappy in any way…”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Andy said, cutting him off again, his tone amused. “I can take care of her in ways you couldn’t even dream of.” He brushed a kiss to your temple and your eyes closed, a happy smile curving your lips. “Run along, Drysdale. Our business is done and I promised my girl I was hers for the rest of the evening—and I’m a man of my word.”

Ransom grumbled at the patronizing dismissal, but he did as he was told, calling a goodbye to you that you returned with a sleepy wave over your shoulder. When he was gone, Andy let out a deep sigh of relief, clutching you tighter and brushing sweet kisses to your face anywhere he could reach.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands roaming soothingly over your body. “I’ll take care of you, now and forever—you have my word.”

With a smile, you melted into your man, letting sleep claim you and knowing that he would keep you safe and content. As you’d already come to learn, Andy Barber was a man of his word, and you didn’t doubt that he’d keep every promise he ever made to you.

Ransom had been your only ally from your world in your fight to escape from under the thumb of your financially abusive parents, so it was instinct to look to him when you were unsure what to do about Andy’s command. You gave him a pitiful look, begging your friend to help you yet again.

“Don’t look at him, look at me,” Andy said, a cool confidence in his voice that sent a shiver down your spine, one that was, surprisingly, not entirely born out of fear. Obediently, you returned your gaze to the lawyer, finding him watching you with an intensity that stole your breath. “Why are you looking at him? He can’t help you the way I can, that’s why he brought you to me, remember?”

Unfortunately, you remembered all too well that Andy was one of the few people in the state, let alone the city of Boston, who could help you with your situation. 

For years, your parents had been holding your inheritance hostage, using their wealth, power, and influence—and an entire army of lawyers—to make sure you couldn’t see a cent of your money unless you did exactly as they said. Unless you married exactly who they said. And you’d rather do anything than marry who they wanted you to marry. 

You’d called practically every lawyer in the state of Massachusetts, but they either weren’t willing or weren’t able to fight your parents and their lawyers, who were using every trick in the book, including plenty of not-so-legal ones. That had led you to asking Ransom for help, and he’d brought you to Andy Barber.

Which left you having to decide between doing as the cutthroat lawyer said, or walking out of his office and giving in to your parents’ whims. Your fingers tangled in the skirt of your sundress, indecision and desperation swirling in your belly.

“If you’re feeling shy, I can have my men leave and escort your friend out,” Andy offered, breaking the silence with the slightly mocking offer. “But if you want my help, you’re going to do as I say.” 

His tone turned hard, his final words coming out as a command that left no room for argument. It reminded you so much of your parents that you couldn’t help your body’s instinctual reaction. You flinched—hard. 

Your reaction didn’t make sense, but then anxiety never did. Panic blocked out everything else in the room, and you wrapped your arms around your body, your breaths coming in sharp pants as you cowered in front of the lawyer when only a moment ago, you’d held your head high. 

Andy seemed to freeze for a moment, taking in the change of your demeanor, then his shoes padded lightly on the wooden floor of the office as he moved closer. His steps were slow, almost cautious, like he was approaching a spooked animal.

You tried not to react further, but your shoulders bunched up around your ears and you huddled more tightly in on yourself. An instinctual part of you was waiting for a cruel hand to fall on your cheek—it was what you’d come to expect after a command like the one the lawyer had given—but none ever came. 

Instead, Andy let out a sharp breath, one of his fingers sliding gently beneath your chin. His touch was almost tender as he tilted your face up, and your mind spun as you tried to comprehend the fact that you were being touched with kindness rather than harshness. 

You blinked at Andy with wide, wary eyes, watching his face closely for any sign of anger or malice. There wasn’t any, only a quiet intensity and a sharp curiosity. It struck you, then, just how handsome the lawyer was. 

His eyes were such a pretty shade of blue, like a cloudless sky, and though he was tanned from summer days spent outside—on a beach somewhere without extradition while working for his more criminalistic clients, no doubt—there was a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks. 

The lawyer’s brown hair was neat and brushed back from his face, his beard so well-groomed that it looked soft, almost welcoming. You had the sudden urge to bury your face in Andy’s beard and forget your troubles, and the thought was so surprising, your eyes widened and your lips parted in shock. 

Your gaze lingered for another moment on Andy’s pink, inviting mouth, before returning to his eyes, which were watching you. There was a heady concentration in the lawyer’s gaze that made you want to squirm and press your thighs together, an inexplicable ache blooming in your core. 

Andy still held your chin so you couldn’t look away as a slow, slightly amused smile curved his mouth. He took another step forward, until he was close enough that the scent of him—expensive cologne, leather and something undeniably him—filled your senses, going right to your head and making you feel a little fuzzy. 

You swayed slightly on your feet, and Andy steadied you by putting his other hand on your waist. He squeezed your chin gently, waiting until he had your focus again before he spoke.

“I will not hurt you, sweetheart,” he said slowly, deliberately, his voice turning warm on the sweet nickname. He paused for a moment, searching your eyes for understanding, before continuing. “You have my word, and I’m a man of my word—got it?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you managed to say, stumbling over your words only a little—not from fear but from how flustered you felt with the handsome lawyer standing so close and calling you such sweet things. It wasn’t the kind of treatment you were used to, and you didn’t know what to do with it.

Another slow smile stole across Andy’s features and he chucked you lightly under the chin, clearly pleased at your answer. Though whether he was more pleased that you’d agreed or that you’d called him ’sir,’ you couldn’t be sure.

“Good girl,” Andy praised, giving you one last long look before he lifted his gaze to look over your shoulder. “Leave us,” he commanded to the others in the room, his voice holding all the authority of a man used to getting what he wanted.

You turned to look over your shoulder, your eyes finding the familiar face of your best friend in the small crowd of dangerous men beginning to shuffle out of the room. Ransom gave you a reassuring nod. 

“You’re gonna be okay, bun,” he promised, his mouth quirking into a little smirk that was comforting in its familiarity.  “Barber’s gonna help, just give him what he wants.”

It was the same thing Ransom had said before he brought you to the lawyer’s office, in a warehouse by the docks. Then, you’d thought the only thing the lawyer might want was money, or a significant cut of your inheritance. 

Now, you were faced with the prospect of giving much more to Andy Barber. But since you’d met the man, and felt the gentleness of his touch, it didn’t seem like such a hardship to use your body to buy his assistance, especially when it offered you hope that you might get the help you needed.

You watched as Ransom ducked through the door of the office, one of the lawyer’s men pulling it closed with a dull thud behind him. You were left alone with Andy Barber, one of the most ruthless men in all of Boston, with the command to strip out of your clothes hanging over your head. 

Oddly, you weren’t scared. You believed Andy when he’d said he wouldn’t hurt you. But you had other reasons to feel anxious. The thought of stripping naked in front of a strange, handsome man—especially one as powerful as Andy—was intimidating. 

What would happen if the lawyer didn’t like what he saw? Would he still help you? Could you still accept his help after the humiliation of getting naked for him if he rejected you? The answer to that last question, at least, was yes, because you were just that desperate to get away from your parents.

Swallowing past the nervousness lodged in your throat, you returned your gaze to Andy, instinctively looking to him for what to do next.

When the lawyer caught you looking expectantly at him, the corner of his mouth quirked in a small smile. He gave your arm a reassuring squeeze, the gesture almost paternalistic, if not for the barely concealed lust in his blue eyes, before stepping back. 

Andy prowled to the leather sofa on the opposite side of his office, his movements as smooth and graceful as a predator. He was controlled as he turned and sank into the firm cushions of the sofa, spreading his arms along the back and staring at you with those sharp, intelligent eyes, looking for all the world like a king surveying his prospective wife—or concubine.

“It’s time to strip, sweetheart,” Andy said, his voice not unkind. His gaze swept down your body, lingering briefly on the way your sundress hugged the swell of your tits and the curve of your hips, before his eyes returned to yours. “Show me what your inheritance is worth to you, and I’ll make sure you get your money from your parents.”

You were shaking like a leaf in a blustery summer wind from nerves, but the hunger in Andy’s gaze gave life to a spark of boldness deep in your chest. You clung to that feeling with all your might, reminding yourself that Andy was your last hope, and you couldn’t leave his office without his word that he’d help you.

With trembling fingers, you pushed the straps of your sundress off your shoulders, the garment catching around your waist and baring your naked chest for the lawyer. The coolness of the office’s air conditioning had goose bumps raising all over your skin, your nipples puckering into tight, sensitive peaks. 

It was only because you were watching him so closely that you noticed Andy’s sudden stillness. One moment he was lazing comfortably on the sofa, then between one breath and the next, he was as motionless as a predator preparing to pounce. 

You weren’t sure what to make of his reaction, even as his gaze roved greedily over your bared body, so you made quick work of removing your dress. You shoved it over your hips until it slipped to floor in a whisper of fabric. Your hands were clumsy as you slid your panties off, leaving you standing in front of the lawyer in nothing but your heels.

It took all of your self-control not to try to cover your nakeness with your hands, your arms hanging limply at your sides as you let Andy look his fill—and he was certainly looking. The lawyer’s eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of your bared skin, taking in the soft flesh of your tits, the gentle nip of your waist, and the generous curve of your hips with the voraciousness of a starving man.

“Gorgeous,” Andy rasped, his voice deeper and huskier that it had been just moments ago. He looked bewitched, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused as they continued their perusal of your body, flicking up and down like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to linger most.

Your lips fluttered in a tremulous smile at his praise, a glow of pride warming your chest as you took in the effect your nakedness had on him. It was enough to help you hold your head higher, your shoulders straightening and pushing your tits out for the lawyer.

Andy’s eyes finally found their way up to yours, sharpening on your face as he shifted on the couch, spreading his legs wide. “Come closer, sweetheart—leave the heels on.”

You stepped out of the circle of your clothes, proud of yourself when your knees wobbled only a little, and walked toward the sofa on shaking legs until you came to a stop between Andy’s knees. 

You’d felt all the places where your body had moved as you walked, the way your tits bounced, your ass and thighs jiggling with every step. And you were acutely aware that Andy had watched it all with rapturous focus, his blue eyes practically blazing with a covetous kind of lust that warmed you from the inside out. 

By the time you stopped in front of him, close enough to touch, you’d begun to enjoy the heat of his gaze, and the way his mouth was parted in anticipation of having you in every way he desired. Your own desire was making you grow damp between your thighs, threatening to give you away.

For long, torturously delicious moments, you simply stood in front of Andy, naked save for your shoes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as wetness began to gather and drip from the slit between your legs. You had the awful, errant thought that the lawyer might be able to smell your budding arousal, and you squeezed your thighs together, but Andy didn’t seem to notice. He was too mesmerized by the sway of your hips and the clenching of your thighs.

When you grew more restless than intimidated by the lawyer, you couldn’t help but ask, “Would you like me to spin, sir?” The words didn’t seem to penetrate, so you tried again, shifting anxiously on your feet. “Should I spin so you can see all of what I have to offer for your help?”

It took a moment for Andy to blink his eyes into focus and look up at your face, his gaze heating your skin as it dragged up your body, and you couldn’t help the smug little smirk that curved your lips. Amusement sparked in his blue eyes, and you shivered at the hunger there, the corner of his mouth flickering in a smug grin of his own.

“Impertinent girl,” he chided lightly, leaning back further into the sofa. He lifted his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dropping to his lap. 

Despite the chill of the air conditioning, warmth suffused every inch of your body when you saw the thick bulge in the lawyer’s pants. You swallowed past your suddenly dry throat, spit gathering beneath your tongue as you pictured yourself rubbing your cheek against his bulge, mouthing at his cock through the slacks of his suit.

The weight of your gaze didn’t go unnoticed, and a rumbling sound reverberated in Andy’s chest, almost like a purr. He lifted his hips again, and you quivered with lust, but held yourself back from acting on your desires. 

“Gimme a spin, sweetheart,” Andy growled, his voice full of barely restrained hunger. “Let’s see if you have an ass in need of spanking.”

A new spark of desire zinged down your spine and your eyes found Andy’s hands, which lay relaxed on the back of the sofa. They looked big, perfect for spanking, and you were unable to stop yourself from wondering how it would feel for his wide palms to slap your ass. 

Something told you it would feel better than it had any right to, and that filthy, not entirely unwanted thought, spurred you into movement.

You took your time turning around, shifting your weight and popping out your hip purposefully to give Andy a show. You were grateful that you’d worn your favorite heels that day, the ones that made your ass look good enough to eat. 

When your back was to Andy, you paused, giving him a long moment to let him look his fill. Based on the low, rumbling groan he tried to bite back behind his teeth, he liked what he saw.

With a smirk on your lips, you turned back around the face the lawyer. The bulge in his pants was noticeably bigger, straining almost painfully against the front of his slacks. There was even a small wet spot in the dark navy fabric, where his cock had leaked into his pants, and you wanted desperately to bend down and lick it, but you remained standing.

Your eyes swept up Andy’s form and you realized his dick wasn’t the only part of him straining underneath the weight of his lust. His arms were taut, the corded muscle and thick veins of his forearms standing out in stark relief where his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The fingers of his hands were gripping the back of the couch like he was physically holding himself back from lunging at you, his chest rising in heavy breaths.

Andy’s thick, muscular thighs shifted restlessly, spreading wider like they were making room for his heavy dick. Your eyes fell helplessly to his lap again, and he shifted his hips, lifting them off the cushion like it was instinct to shove his cock closer to you, and you let out a pitiful little whimper.

At your lustful sound, Andy finally snapped. In the breath of a moment, the lawyer shed his cool, calm composure, leaving nothing more than a man overcome by lust—lust that was all for you.

“Fuck,” he bit out the curse. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he growled, surging forward and wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs, just above the knee. Then he was hauling you into his lap, spreading your thighs wide so your knees landed on either side of his hips, digging into the soft cushions of the sofa.

Your hands fell to Andy’s shoulders, more to keep your balance than an attempt to push him away. No, no part of you wanted to move away from him. If anything, you wanted him closer, you wanted to press the softness of your body against the hard lines of his—you wanted to see if the lawyer would drown in his lust for you, and you wanted to follow him into that oblivion.

Spreading your knees wider, you lowered your body until your dripping center met the thick bulge in Andy’s slacks. Unbidden, your lips parted and you moaned, falling helplessly against his chest while his arms tightened around your bare back. The scorching feeling of his hands touching your skin was contrasted with the smooth, cool cotton of his shirt and pants, and it was so deliciously heady, it made your mind fuzzy with need.

“Christ, I can feel you, sweetheart,” Andy rumbled close to your ear, one of his hands skimming up your spine to cup the back of your neck. 

His hold was gentle and possessive at the same time, wringing a desperate, pleading whine from your lips that had his cock twitching between your thighs. In answer, you canted your hips, rubbing your slick slit experimentally along the hard ridge of his bulge, feeling him throb.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking wet and warm and perfect.” Andy’s voice was drenched in lust, so thick you could practically taste it in the air between you. His hand flexed around the back of your neck, like he couldn’t help himself, and he lifted his hips slightly, making his bulge dig deeper into your center. “Are you dripping all over my cock like a little slut, pretty girl?”

Andy’s tone was warm with teasing affection, but the filthiness of his words still made you bury your face in his neck. Your nose pushed beneath the loosened collar of his white dress shirt, but you barely had a second to breathe in the scent of him before he was towing you backward by his hold on your neck. His eyes were sparkling with amusement and his grin was affectionate as he watched you squirm, trying to hide your face in your shoulder.

“So shy and yet sooo slutty,” Andy cooed at you, pulling you in to brush a kiss against your heated cheek, the coarse hair of his beard tickling your skin and making you even more squirmy. He chuckled, his mouth lingering close to yours, until you settled. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?” 

The question was so soft and gentle, such a far cry from his command for you to strip, that it took your breath away. What had happened to the man who’d listened to your sob story with a cool detachedness and asked for sex in return? Who was this man who asked permission to kiss you when you were already naked in his lap? 

It was heady, being given power by a man as powerful as Andy Barber, and it only made you want him more. But you weren’t sure if you could make your voice work, so you bit your lip and nodded, staring deep into Andy’s eyes as you gave him your answer.

His blue gaze darkened, his pupils blowing wide with desire as his eyes dropped to your mouth. But he didn’t surge forward to kiss you the way you expected. Instead, he gave your neck another gentle squeeze and murmured, “Use your words, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me, sir. Please,” you begged immediately, your voice breathless and reedy with anticipation and need.

The words were barely out of your mouth before Andy’s lips were on you, kissing you slowly, decadently, with an edge of hunger like he was barely controlling himself. The kiss was sweet, almost too sweet for the situation you were in, and a restlessness filled your belly like the fluttering of a million butterflies.

You couldn’t have said why, maybe there was a thread of greediness in you that matched the hunger in Andy, but you wanted to feel the full force of his lust. You didn’t want his lust leashed and tempered—you wanted all of it. You wanted all of him. 

Skimming your hands up from his shoulders, your fingers tangled in the soft hair at the back of Andy’s head and you pulled him closer, leaning back until he was wrapped entirely around you. Your lips parted invitingly for him and when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you sucked on him, rocking your hips on his lap at the same time, your tits crushed to his chest.

Andy groaned roughly, deep in his throat, and his hands tightened on your body, feral possessiveness in every spot where his fingers dug into your skin. You felt it the moment his control broke, his hands getting rougher, his hips jerking up from the sofa to fuck against your cunt, his mouth more demanding, more hungry—and you met every bit of passion with your own lust.

“Holy fuck,” Andy cursed, breaking away from your mouth, his chest heaving as he panted for air. His hands had settled onto your hips, his fingers pressing so deep into your skin you wondered if they might leave bruises. You didn’t hate the idea, not one bit.

You clung to him, catching your own breath and burying your face in his beard, just beneath the cut of his jaw. You took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the salt of his skin, only growing needier by the second. You nuzzled into him while your hips humped idly against his bulge, a whine working its way up your throat.

“Jesus christ, sweetheart, you’re so perfect,” Andy murmured, one of his hands gently collaring your throat and turning your face so he could press his forehead to yours.

The gesture and his words settled something deep in your soul and you paused your movements, letting your body go still and your eyes to slip closed as you took in the moment. One of your hands slid down to Andy’s chest, your palm pressing over the spot where his heart thudded against his sternum. You smiled, feeling your heart pound in time with his, beating a steady rhythm together.

“Anything,” he rasped. 

You were so lost in feeling, it took a moment for the word to process, and before you could respond asking him what he was talking about, he continued on. 

“I’ll do anything to help you, sweet girl. You have my word.” 

You were shocked into silence by the conviction in his voice and you leaned back, looking hard at the lawyer. His expression was more than a little lust-drunk, his jaw slack and mouth parted as he stared back at you, but his eyes were clear and sharp. As you watched, his mouth flattened into a determined line and he held your gaze firmly.

“You have my word,” he said, repeating each word slowly like he was trying to imprint them on your mind. “Do you understand, sweetheart?”

“Ye-yes, sir,” you finally answered, stumbling over the words as hope and excitement rushed to fill your chest, the emotions catching in your throat and making it hard to speak. “Thank you, Andy,” you murmured, cupping his face and staring deep into his eyes. “Really, thank you—you have no idea what this means to me…”

You were practically dizzy with relief, and you took a deep breath to try to calm your racing heart. When you exhaled, the tension you’d been carrying for so long slipped from your shoulders. It dropped to your feet as easily as your dress had, and tears of overwhelming emotion gathered in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Don’t cry, sweet girl,” Andy crooned, sitting up and kissing the corners of your eyes, his thumbs sweeping sweetly across the apples of your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay.” 

You were too choked up to respond, too happy and excited that you were finally—finally—going to be free from your parents, so you simply hugged him, hoping Andy could feel your gratitude in your touch. His arms wound around your body and he hugged you back.

After a moment, he let out a deep sigh, his shoulders sagging in a way that seemed oddly sad for the moment. Then Andy was sitting back, extricating himself from your hold and giving you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You’ve showed me enough, given me enough,” he said, his eyes deliberately staying on your face like he didn’t have a right to look at your nakedness anymore. “You’re free to go. I’ll be in touch about your inheritance.” 

The words hit you like a slap in the face, and your hands tightened on the lawyer’s shoulders as you expected to be pushed off his lap. A pit opened up in your stomach, filling quickly with disappointment, and your lips pulled down into a frowning pout. 

You felt like you’d been given the sweetest candy in Andy’s kisses, in his hard body beneath your soft one, and he was trying to take it back before you could properly enjoy it. He’d wanted you just a moment ago, what the hell had happened?

“What if I don’t want to go yet?” you whispered, tears pricking at the back of your eyes and making your voice thick.

Guarded blue eyes flickered to yours, and you spotted a glimpse of longing in his gaze, but it was distant, like Andy was barely daring to hope he’d heard you correctly. The big, tough, dangerous lawyer looked so cautiously optimistic that you couldn’t help but lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“I believe you said something about being interested in the sweet, warm place between my legs, sir,” you reminded him, rocking your hips and dragging your dripping slit down the length of his cock, feeling him twitch against the damp fabric of his slacks. “Don’t you want it anymore?” you simpered. “Don’t you want me?”

You put enough of a pathetic whine in your voice to snap Andy out of whatever uncertainty he’d been feeling, whatever momentary crisis of conscience he’d had about taking you as payment for his help. One of his hands curved possessively around the back of your neck and he dragged you toward him for a bruising, claiming kiss. He held you captured with his mouth while his other hand made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

“You really are a filthy fucking slut, aren’t you, sweet girl?” Andy growled against your mouth as he pulled his cock out. “So ready to give me your cunt in exchange for my help, huh?” He lifted you up onto your knees and notched the head of his dick at your entrance, rubbing it through your slick, dripping folds. “Well, if you’re going to offer it so freely, don’t be surprised when I fucking take it.”

On those last words, Andy pressed inside your tight hole, thrusting up and pulling you down on his lap at the same time. In seconds, you were filled to the brim with his thick cock, every inch of his length buried deep in your pussy.

“Ahhh yes!” you screamed as pleasure, with just a slight edge of pain, exploded in your body, sending sparks glittering beneath your skin. You were so overwhelmed by the welcome intrusion that it loosened your tongue. “It’s yours, I’m yours, all yours, Andy,” you babbled, mind completely blown by the aching, throbbing, glorious stretch of his cock filling you up.

“That’s right, baby, you’re mine now,” Andy muttered heatedly, grabbing big handfuls of your hips and ass, groping you unreservedly, giving you only a moment to adjust to his full length before he started lifting you up and slamming you back down, helping you to ride him. “Fuck, that’s it. Bounce on the dick that owns you, sweet girl. Lemme hear how good it makes you feel.”

A moan tripped off your lips at Andy’s fevered words, your head tipping back as your fingers tangled in his hair, holding yourself anchored to him as you rode his cock. Your ass slapped hard against his muscular thighs, pleasure sparking through every nerve in your body as you did your best to follow Andy’s commands, your lips parted while endless whines and whimpers spilled free.

When Andy buried his face in your tits, licking and sucking on your nipples with wild abandon, you cried out your pleasure even louder, your moans filling the lawyer’s office and mixing with the lewd noises of your fucking—the smack of your ass on Andy’s thighs, the wet sounds of your cunt being filled, the rough groans of pleasure rumbling in his throat.

A sharp slap landed on your ass as Andy urged you to go faster. You squealed shrilly, the sound bouncing off the walls of the office, and fucked yourself harder and faster on his cock. Your wetness was making a mess on your thighs and his pants, but you didn’t care, you only cared about impaling yourself on his thick, glorious cock over and over and over again.

The pleasure in your body was mounting, your release bearing down on you, and it was taking all of your strength to keep going. You couldn’t lift yourself up anymore, your thighs trembling too much, so you rocked hard and fast on Andy’s cock. Your clit rubbed roughly against the base of him, and you chased your pleasure until you reached the pinnacle and fell right over the edge.

“Fuck yes, that’s my girl, come all over my cock, baby,” Andy rumbled, lifting his head and capturing your mouth in a ruthless kiss, drinking down your cries of bliss. “You’re squeezing me so tight, pretty girl—jesus christ, ‘m gonna come. Sweetheart, if you don’t get off me, ‘m gonna come inside you.”

A covetous, greedy creature rose inside you, and your entire body and mind rebelled against the idea of Andy spilling his seed anywhere but deep in your pussy. You spread your knees wide on the couch, so you were impaled fully on his cock, taking his thick, heavy length to the hilt.

“Do it,” you purred breathlessly, still riding out your release by rocking your hips in his lap. Falling forward against his chest, your kiss-swollen lips dragged across his bearded cheek to reach his ear. “Come inside me, sir. I want it.” Trailing your mouth down to find the spot just beneath the edge of his beard, you murmured, “I want you to breed me,” before biting down on the soft skin of his neck.

“Fuck, fuck—fuck, baby, ‘m gonna breed your pussy full of come, ’s that what you want? Want me to claim your cunt as mine, want to feel me dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day, huh?” 

Andy’s voice was so rough, so wicked, it sent even more tremors of pleasure through your body. He bit off a growl when your cunt clenched tightly around his throbbing cock, and his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you enough that he could fuck into you from below. He thrust his cock into your grasping channel once, twice, and on the third time, he let out a vicious groan.

“Take it, sweetheart, fucking take my come in that greedy, slutty, perfect pussy of yours,” Andy snarled through bared teeth, yanking you down on his lap and winding his arms tightly around your body to keep you in place while he emptied his balls deep in your body. 

Your inner walls fluttered around his twitching cock, your mouth curving into a pleased, sated smile. You could feel him throbbing inside you, and you reveled in the feeling, curling your arms around his broad shoulders and burying your face in his beard.

Andy smelled like clean sweat mixed with hints of leather and his cologne, and something so perfectly him that you practically purred, your nose digging deeper into his coarse hair while pleasure thrummed headily through your body. It occurred to you, then, that you’d never felt as safe or content as you did in that moment, naked in the powerful lawyer’s lap while he came inside you.

A final groan tumbled from Andy’s mouth and his nearly crushing hold on your body relented marginally as he sagged back into the couch, tugging you to sprawl across his chest. You could feel his warm come beginning to drip from your hole around his softening cock, and you wiggled your hips in delight at the sensation, a little giggle slipping free.

“I’m keeping you,” Andy declared, his hand stroking up your spine and pulling you close so he could press a kiss to your temple, the gesture ridiculously sweet and possessive at the same time. “You’re mine, and only mine, as long as you’ll let me have you, sweetheart.”

“Tha’s fine,” you mumbled, your eyes drifting closed. Andy guided your head to his shoulder and you let out a soft sigh of contentment. “As long as you’re mine and only mine, too, Andy.” A shiver wracked your body, the air conditioning in the office making the cooling sweat on your body feel frigid.

“Of course, pretty girl,” Andy said, his voice warm and indulgent as he pulled cool, smooth fabric around your shoulders. “I’m all yours.”

You cracked an eye open to see that Andy had pulled his suit jacket around you like a blanket. He tucked it in around your body, making sure every bit of your skin was ensconced in its warmth. Then he settled deeper into the sofa, brushing a kiss to the apple of your cheek and sitting quietly for a moment, simply enjoying holding you.

“Do you mind if I wrap up my business with your friend, sweetheart?” Andy asked softly after an indeterminable amount of time. “Then I’m all yours for the rest of the evening.”

“Sure, don’t mind,” you mumbled, still half asleep on Andy’s shoulder. 

You took quick stock of your body, but you didn’t think any of your nakedness was visible thanks to Andy’s suit jacket. The lawyer had made sure you were all tucked in and completely covered so only he knew the full extent of your nakedness.

“Drysdale,” Andy called, loud enough to carry through the door of his office, but not hurt your ears. You snuggled deeper into his shoulder, nosing beneath the collar of his shirt and breathing in the calming scent of him. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it.

“Everything alright, bun?” Ransom asked as soon as he pushed into the room. 

You heard him stop and suck in a sharp breath, but you were too content to lift your head to look at him. Instead, you pushed a hand out from beneath the collar of Andy’s jacket and gave your best friend a thumbs up, which made Andy huff a laugh.

“As you can see, I’m taking good care of your friend, Drysdale,” Andy said, satisfaction dripping from his words. “We’ve reached an agreement. I’ve given her my word, and I’ll be helping her with her problem.” 

“Great,” Ransom said, taking a few tentative steps closer. “I’ll take her back to my place, then. Make sure she has a safe place to stay while you sort out her parents.”

Andy lifted one of his hands and you could imagine the imperious look on his face as he gestured for Ransom to stop. “That won’t be necessary,” the lawyer drawled, letting his hand fall to your lower back, holding you possessively through his jacket. “She’ll stay with me—she’s mine.”

“That wasn’t supposed to be the deal!” Ransom protested, but Andy cut him off.

“It was the deal she willingly made, Drysdale,” Andy snapped, his body tensing beneath yours. 

Instinctively, you wanted to soothe him, so you pressed your face deeper into his neck, brushing a kiss to the hollow of his throat. It worked and Andy calmed, but his hand pressed more firmly against your lower back, like he was worried Ransom might try to take you from him.

“Because I’m feeling generous, you can consider your debt to me settled, Drysdale,” Andy said, his voice more even and cold, like it had been when you’d first walked into his office. “You no longer owe me for getting you out of that ugly situation revolving around your grandfather’s death.”

There was an awkward pause, then Ransom muttered, “Thanks, Barber.” It seemed like the matter had been settled, but still Ransom lingered. Finally, he called softly. “You sure this is what you want, bun?”

At the genuine concern in his voice, you finally lifted your head and turned to give Ransom a smile. “I’m happy, Ran, this is what I want.” You glanced at the man whose lap you sat on, the man who’d given you freedom and something more, a safe place to be yourself. Your smile widened when you saw the warmth in Andy’s blue eyes. “Andy’s a man of his word—that’s what you said.” You looked back to your best friend. “He’ll take care of me.”

For a moment, it looked like Ransom might protest again, but then his expression flattened and he tossed a glare at the lawyer. “Protect her, Barber,” your best friend growled, with as much intimidation as he could muster in his designer sweater. “If I hear she’s unhappy in any way…”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Andy said, cutting him off again, his tone amused. “I can take care of her in ways you couldn’t even dream of.” He brushed a kiss to your temple and your eyes closed, a happy smile curving your lips. “Run along, Drysdale. Our business is done and I promised my girl I was hers for the rest of the evening—and I’m a man of my word.”

Ransom grumbled at the patronizing dismissal, but he did as he was told, calling a goodbye to you that you returned with a sleepy wave over your shoulder. When he was gone, Andy let out a deep sigh of relief, clutching you tighter and brushing sweet kisses to your face anywhere he could reach.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands roaming soothingly over your body. “I’ll take care of you, now and forever—you have my word.”

With a smile, you melted into your man, letting sleep claim you and knowing that he would keep you safe and content. As you’d already come to learn, Andy Barber was a man of his word, and you didn’t doubt that he’d keep every promise he ever made to you.

Ransom had been your only ally from your world in your fight to escape from under the thumb of your financially abusive parents, so it was instinct to look to him when you were unsure what to do about Andy’s command. You gave him a pitiful look, begging your friend to help you yet again.

“Don’t look at him, look at me,” Andy said, a cool confidence in his voice that sent a shiver down your spine, one that was, surprisingly, not entirely born out of fear. Obediently, you returned your gaze to the lawyer, finding him watching you with an intensity that stole your breath. “Why are you looking at him? He can’t help you the way I can, that’s why he brought you to me, remember?”

Unfortunately, you remembered all too well that Andy was one of the few people in the state, let alone the city of Boston, who could help you with your situation. 

For years, your parents had been holding your inheritance hostage, using their wealth, power, and influence—and an entire army of lawyers—to make sure you couldn’t see a cent of your money unless you did exactly as they said. Unless you married exactly who they said. And you’d rather do anything than marry who they wanted you to marry. 

You’d called practically every lawyer in the state of Massachusetts, but they either weren’t willing or weren’t able to fight your parents and their lawyers, who were using every trick in the book, including plenty of not-so-legal ones. That had led you to asking Ransom for help, and he’d brought you to Andy Barber.

Which left you having to decide between doing as the cutthroat lawyer said, or walking out of his office and giving in to your parents’ whims. Your fingers tangled in the skirt of your sundress, indecision and desperation swirling in your belly.

“If you’re feeling shy, I can have my men leave and escort your friend out,” Andy offered, breaking the silence with the slightly mocking offer. “But if you want my help, you’re going to do as I say.” 

His tone turned hard, his final words coming out as a command that left no room for argument. It reminded you so much of your parents that you couldn’t help your body’s instinctual reaction. You flinched—hard. 

Your reaction didn’t make sense, but then anxiety never did. Panic blocked out everything else in the room, and you wrapped your arms around your body, your breaths coming in sharp pants as you cowered in front of the lawyer when only a moment ago, you’d held your head high. 

Andy seemed to freeze for a moment, taking in the change of your demeanor, then his shoes padded lightly on the wooden floor of the office as he moved closer. His steps were slow, almost cautious, like he was approaching a spooked animal.

You tried not to react further, but your shoulders bunched up around your ears and you huddled more tightly in on yourself. An instinctual part of you was waiting for a cruel hand to fall on your cheek—it was what you’d come to expect after a command like the one the lawyer had given—but none ever came. 

Instead, Andy let out a sharp breath, one of his fingers sliding gently beneath your chin. His touch was almost tender as he tilted your face up, and your mind spun as you tried to comprehend the fact that you were being touched with kindness rather than harshness. 

You blinked at Andy with wide, wary eyes, watching his face closely for any sign of anger or malice. There wasn’t any, only a quiet intensity and a sharp curiosity. It struck you, then, just how handsome the lawyer was. 

His eyes were such a pretty shade of blue, like a cloudless sky, and though he was tanned from summer days spent outside—on a beach somewhere without extradition while working for his more criminalistic clients, no doubt—there was a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks. 

The lawyer’s brown hair was neat and brushed back from his face, his beard so well-groomed that it looked soft, almost welcoming. You had the sudden urge to bury your face in Andy’s beard and forget your troubles, and the thought was so surprising, your eyes widened and your lips parted in shock. 

Your gaze lingered for another moment on Andy’s pink, inviting mouth, before returning to his eyes, which were watching you. There was a heady concentration in the lawyer’s gaze that made you want to squirm and press your thighs together, an inexplicable ache blooming in your core. 

Andy still held your chin so you couldn’t look away as a slow, slightly amused smile curved his mouth. He took another step forward, until he was close enough that the scent of him—expensive cologne, leather and something undeniably him—filled your senses, going right to your head and making you feel a little fuzzy. 

You swayed slightly on your feet, and Andy steadied you by putting his other hand on your waist. He squeezed your chin gently, waiting until he had your focus again before he spoke.

“I will not hurt you, sweetheart,” he said slowly, deliberately, his voice turning warm on the sweet nickname. He paused for a moment, searching your eyes for understanding, before continuing. “You have my word, and I’m a man of my word—got it?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you managed to say, stumbling over your words only a little—not from fear but from how flustered you felt with the handsome lawyer standing so close and calling you such sweet things. It wasn’t the kind of treatment you were used to, and you didn’t know what to do with it.

Another slow smile stole across Andy’s features and he chucked you lightly under the chin, clearly pleased at your answer. Though whether he was more pleased that you’d agreed or that you’d called him ’sir,’ you couldn’t be sure.

“Good girl,” Andy praised, giving you one last long look before he lifted his gaze to look over your shoulder. “Leave us,” he commanded to the others in the room, his voice holding all the authority of a man used to getting what he wanted.

You turned to look over your shoulder, your eyes finding the familiar face of your best friend in the small crowd of dangerous men beginning to shuffle out of the room. Ransom gave you a reassuring nod. 

“You’re gonna be okay, bun,” he promised, his mouth quirking into a little smirk that was comforting in its familiarity.  “Barber’s gonna help, just give him what he wants.”

It was the same thing Ransom had said before he brought you to the lawyer’s office, in a warehouse by the docks. Then, you’d thought the only thing the lawyer might want was money, or a significant cut of your inheritance. 

Now, you were faced with the prospect of giving much more to Andy Barber. But since you’d met the man, and felt the gentleness of his touch, it didn’t seem like such a hardship to use your body to buy his assistance, especially when it offered you hope that you might get the help you needed.

You watched as Ransom ducked through the door of the office, one of the lawyer’s men pulling it closed with a dull thud behind him. You were left alone with Andy Barber, one of the most ruthless men in all of Boston, with the command to strip out of your clothes hanging over your head. 

Oddly, you weren’t scared. You believed Andy when he’d said he wouldn’t hurt you. But you had other reasons to feel anxious. The thought of stripping naked in front of a strange, handsome man—especially one as powerful as Andy—was intimidating. 

What would happen if the lawyer didn’t like what he saw? Would he still help you? Could you still accept his help after the humiliation of getting naked for him if he rejected you? The answer to that last question, at least, was yes, because you were just that desperate to get away from your parents.

Swallowing past the nervousness lodged in your throat, you returned your gaze to Andy, instinctively looking to him for what to do next.

When the lawyer caught you looking expectantly at him, the corner of his mouth quirked in a small smile. He gave your arm a reassuring squeeze, the gesture almost paternalistic, if not for the barely concealed lust in his blue eyes, before stepping back. 

Andy prowled to the leather sofa on the opposite side of his office, his movements as smooth and graceful as a predator. He was controlled as he turned and sank into the firm cushions of the sofa, spreading his arms along the back and staring at you with those sharp, intelligent eyes, looking for all the world like a king surveying his prospective wife—or concubine.

“It’s time to strip, sweetheart,” Andy said, his voice not unkind. His gaze swept down your body, lingering briefly on the way your sundress hugged the swell of your tits and the curve of your hips, before his eyes returned to yours. “Show me what your inheritance is worth to you, and I’ll make sure you get your money from your parents.”

You were shaking like a leaf in a blustery summer wind from nerves, but the hunger in Andy’s gaze gave life to a spark of boldness deep in your chest. You clung to that feeling with all your might, reminding yourself that Andy was your last hope, and you couldn’t leave his office without his word that he’d help you.

With trembling fingers, you pushed the straps of your sundress off your shoulders, the garment catching around your waist and baring your naked chest for the lawyer. The coolness of the office’s air conditioning had goose bumps raising all over your skin, your nipples puckering into tight, sensitive peaks. 

It was only because you were watching him so closely that you noticed Andy’s sudden stillness. One moment he was lazing comfortably on the sofa, then between one breath and the next, he was as motionless as a predator preparing to pounce. 

You weren’t sure what to make of his reaction, even as his gaze roved greedily over your bared body, so you made quick work of removing your dress. You shoved it over your hips until it slipped to floor in a whisper of fabric. Your hands were clumsy as you slid your panties off, leaving you standing in front of the lawyer in nothing but your heels.

It took all of your self-control not to try to cover your nakeness with your hands, your arms hanging limply at your sides as you let Andy look his fill—and he was certainly looking. The lawyer’s eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of your bared skin, taking in the soft flesh of your tits, the gentle nip of your waist, and the generous curve of your hips with the voraciousness of a starving man.

“Gorgeous,” Andy rasped, his voice deeper and huskier that it had been just moments ago. He looked bewitched, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused as they continued their perusal of your body, flicking up and down like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to linger most.

Your lips fluttered in a tremulous smile at his praise, a glow of pride warming your chest as you took in the effect your nakedness had on him. It was enough to help you hold your head higher, your shoulders straightening and pushing your tits out for the lawyer.

Andy’s eyes finally found their way up to yours, sharpening on your face as he shifted on the couch, spreading his legs wide. “Come closer, sweetheart—leave the heels on.”

You stepped out of the circle of your clothes, proud of yourself when your knees wobbled only a little, and walked toward the sofa on shaking legs until you came to a stop between Andy’s knees. 

You’d felt all the places where your body had moved as you walked, the way your tits bounced, your ass and thighs jiggling with every step. And you were acutely aware that Andy had watched it all with rapturous focus, his blue eyes practically blazing with a covetous kind of lust that warmed you from the inside out. 

By the time you stopped in front of him, close enough to touch, you’d begun to enjoy the heat of his gaze, and the way his mouth was parted in anticipation of having you in every way he desired. Your own desire was making you grow damp between your thighs, threatening to give you away.

For long, torturously delicious moments, you simply stood in front of Andy, naked save for your shoes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as wetness began to gather and drip from the slit between your legs. You had the awful, errant thought that the lawyer might be able to smell your budding arousal, and you squeezed your thighs together, but Andy didn’t seem to notice. He was too mesmerized by the sway of your hips and the clenching of your thighs.

When you grew more restless than intimidated by the lawyer, you couldn’t help but ask, “Would you like me to spin, sir?” The words didn’t seem to penetrate, so you tried again, shifting anxiously on your feet. “Should I spin so you can see all of what I have to offer for your help?”

It took a moment for Andy to blink his eyes into focus and look up at your face, his gaze heating your skin as it dragged up your body, and you couldn’t help the smug little smirk that curved your lips. Amusement sparked in his blue eyes, and you shivered at the hunger there, the corner of his mouth flickering in a smug grin of his own.

“Impertinent girl,” he chided lightly, leaning back further into the sofa. He lifted his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dropping to his lap. 

Despite the chill of the air conditioning, warmth suffused every inch of your body when you saw the thick bulge in the lawyer’s pants. You swallowed past your suddenly dry throat, spit gathering beneath your tongue as you pictured yourself rubbing your cheek against his bulge, mouthing at his cock through the slacks of his suit.

The weight of your gaze didn’t go unnoticed, and a rumbling sound reverberated in Andy’s chest, almost like a purr. He lifted his hips again, and you quivered with lust, but held yourself back from acting on your desires. 

“Gimme a spin, sweetheart,” Andy growled, his voice full of barely restrained hunger. “Let’s see if you have an ass in need of spanking.”

A new spark of desire zinged down your spine and your eyes found Andy’s hands, which lay relaxed on the back of the sofa. They looked big, perfect for spanking, and you were unable to stop yourself from wondering how it would feel for his wide palms to slap your ass. 

Something told you it would feel better than it had any right to, and that filthy, not entirely unwanted thought, spurred you into movement.

You took your time turning around, shifting your weight and popping out your hip purposefully to give Andy a show. You were grateful that you’d worn your favorite heels that day, the ones that made your ass look good enough to eat. 

When your back was to Andy, you paused, giving him a long moment to let him look his fill. Based on the low, rumbling groan he tried to bite back behind his teeth, he liked what he saw.

With a smirk on your lips, you turned back around the face the lawyer. The bulge in his pants was noticeably bigger, straining almost painfully against the front of his slacks. There was even a small wet spot in the dark navy fabric, where his cock had leaked into his pants, and you wanted desperately to bend down and lick it, but you remained standing.

Your eyes swept up Andy’s form and you realized his dick wasn’t the only part of him straining underneath the weight of his lust. His arms were taut, the corded muscle and thick veins of his forearms standing out in stark relief where his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The fingers of his hands were gripping the back of the couch like he was physically holding himself back from lunging at you, his chest rising in heavy breaths.

Andy’s thick, muscular thighs shifted restlessly, spreading wider like they were making room for his heavy dick. Your eyes fell helplessly to his lap again, and he shifted his hips, lifting them off the cushion like it was instinct to shove his cock closer to you, and you let out a pitiful little whimper.

At your lustful sound, Andy finally snapped. In the breath of a moment, the lawyer shed his cool, calm composure, leaving nothing more than a man overcome by lust—lust that was all for you.

“Fuck,” he bit out the curse. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he growled, surging forward and wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs, just above the knee. Then he was hauling you into his lap, spreading your thighs wide so your knees landed on either side of his hips, digging into the soft cushions of the sofa.

Your hands fell to Andy’s shoulders, more to keep your balance than an attempt to push him away. No, no part of you wanted to move away from him. If anything, you wanted him closer, you wanted to press the softness of your body against the hard lines of his—you wanted to see if the lawyer would drown in his lust for you, and you wanted to follow him into that oblivion.

Spreading your knees wider, you lowered your body until your dripping center met the thick bulge in Andy’s slacks. Unbidden, your lips parted and you moaned, falling helplessly against his chest while his arms tightened around your bare back. The scorching feeling of his hands touching your skin was contrasted with the smooth, cool cotton of his shirt and pants, and it was so deliciously heady, it made your mind fuzzy with need.

“Christ, I can feel you, sweetheart,” Andy rumbled close to your ear, one of his hands skimming up your spine to cup the back of your neck. 

His hold was gentle and possessive at the same time, wringing a desperate, pleading whine from your lips that had his cock twitching between your thighs. In answer, you canted your hips, rubbing your slick slit experimentally along the hard ridge of his bulge, feeling him throb.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking wet and warm and perfect.” Andy’s voice was drenched in lust, so thick you could practically taste it in the air between you. His hand flexed around the back of your neck, like he couldn’t help himself, and he lifted his hips slightly, making his bulge dig deeper into your center. “Are you dripping all over my cock like a little slut, pretty girl?”

Andy’s tone was warm with teasing affection, but the filthiness of his words still made you bury your face in his neck. Your nose pushed beneath the loosened collar of his white dress shirt, but you barely had a second to breathe in the scent of him before he was towing you backward by his hold on your neck. His eyes were sparkling with amusement and his grin was affectionate as he watched you squirm, trying to hide your face in your shoulder.

“So shy and yet sooo slutty,” Andy cooed at you, pulling you in to brush a kiss against your heated cheek, the coarse hair of his beard tickling your skin and making you even more squirmy. He chuckled, his mouth lingering close to yours, until you settled. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?” 

The question was so soft and gentle, such a far cry from his command for you to strip, that it took your breath away. What had happened to the man who’d listened to your sob story with a cool detachedness and asked for sex in return? Who was this man who asked permission to kiss you when you were already naked in his lap? 

It was heady, being given power by a man as powerful as Andy Barber, and it only made you want him more. But you weren’t sure if you could make your voice work, so you bit your lip and nodded, staring deep into Andy’s eyes as you gave him your answer.

His blue gaze darkened, his pupils blowing wide with desire as his eyes dropped to your mouth. But he didn’t surge forward to kiss you the way you expected. Instead, he gave your neck another gentle squeeze and murmured, “Use your words, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me, sir. Please,” you begged immediately, your voice breathless and reedy with anticipation and need.

The words were barely out of your mouth before Andy’s lips were on you, kissing you slowly, decadently, with an edge of hunger like he was barely controlling himself. The kiss was sweet, almost too sweet for the situation you were in, and a restlessness filled your belly like the fluttering of a million butterflies.

You couldn’t have said why, maybe there was a thread of greediness in you that matched the hunger in Andy, but you wanted to feel the full force of his lust. You didn’t want his lust leashed and tempered—you wanted all of it. You wanted all of him. 

Skimming your hands up from his shoulders, your fingers tangled in the soft hair at the back of Andy’s head and you pulled him closer, leaning back until he was wrapped entirely around you. Your lips parted invitingly for him and when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you sucked on him, rocking your hips on his lap at the same time, your tits crushed to his chest.

Andy groaned roughly, deep in his throat, and his hands tightened on your body, feral possessiveness in every spot where his fingers dug into your skin. You felt it the moment his control broke, his hands getting rougher, his hips jerking up from the sofa to fuck against your cunt, his mouth more demanding, more hungry—and you met every bit of passion with your own lust.

“Holy fuck,” Andy cursed, breaking away from your mouth, his chest heaving as he panted for air. His hands had settled onto your hips, his fingers pressing so deep into your skin you wondered if they might leave bruises. You didn’t hate the idea, not one bit.

You clung to him, catching your own breath and burying your face in his beard, just beneath the cut of his jaw. You took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the salt of his skin, only growing needier by the second. You nuzzled into him while your hips humped idly against his bulge, a whine working its way up your throat.

“Jesus christ, sweetheart, you’re so perfect,” Andy murmured, one of his hands gently collaring your throat and turning your face so he could press his forehead to yours.

The gesture and his words settled something deep in your soul and you paused your movements, letting your body go still and your eyes to slip closed as you took in the moment. One of your hands slid down to Andy’s chest, your palm pressing over the spot where his heart thudded against his sternum. You smiled, feeling your heart pound in time with his, beating a steady rhythm together.

“Anything,” he rasped. 

You were so lost in feeling, it took a moment for the word to process, and before you could respond asking him what he was talking about, he continued on. 

“I’ll do anything to help you, sweet girl. You have my word.” 

You were shocked into silence by the conviction in his voice and you leaned back, looking hard at the lawyer. His expression was more than a little lust-drunk, his jaw slack and mouth parted as he stared back at you, but his eyes were clear and sharp. As you watched, his mouth flattened into a determined line and he held your gaze firmly.

“You have my word,” he said, repeating each word slowly like he was trying to imprint them on your mind. “Do you understand, sweetheart?”

“Ye-yes, sir,” you finally answered, stumbling over the words as hope and excitement rushed to fill your chest, the emotions catching in your throat and making it hard to speak. “Thank you, Andy,” you murmured, cupping his face and staring deep into his eyes. “Really, thank you—you have no idea what this means to me…”

You were practically dizzy with relief, and you took a deep breath to try to calm your racing heart. When you exhaled, the tension you’d been carrying for so long slipped from your shoulders. It dropped to your feet as easily as your dress had, and tears of overwhelming emotion gathered in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Don’t cry, sweet girl,” Andy crooned, sitting up and kissing the corners of your eyes, his thumbs sweeping sweetly across the apples of your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay.” 

You were too choked up to respond, too happy and excited that you were finally—finally—going to be free from your parents, so you simply hugged him, hoping Andy could feel your gratitude in your touch. His arms wound around your body and he hugged you back.

After a moment, he let out a deep sigh, his shoulders sagging in a way that seemed oddly sad for the moment. Then Andy was sitting back, extricating himself from your hold and giving you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You’ve showed me enough, given me enough,” he said, his eyes deliberately staying on your face like he didn’t have a right to look at your nakedness anymore. “You’re free to go. I’ll be in touch about your inheritance.” 

The words hit you like a slap in the face, and your hands tightened on the lawyer’s shoulders as you expected to be pushed off his lap. A pit opened up in your stomach, filling quickly with disappointment, and your lips pulled down into a frowning pout. 

You felt like you’d been given the sweetest candy in Andy’s kisses, in his hard body beneath your soft one, and he was trying to take it back before you could properly enjoy it. He’d wanted you just a moment ago, what the hell had happened?

“What if I don’t want to go yet?” you whispered, tears pricking at the back of your eyes and making your voice thick.

Guarded blue eyes flickered to yours, and you spotted a glimpse of longing in his gaze, but it was distant, like Andy was barely daring to hope he’d heard you correctly. The big, tough, dangerous lawyer looked so cautiously optimistic that you couldn’t help but lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“I believe you said something about being interested in the sweet, warm place between my legs, sir,” you reminded him, rocking your hips and dragging your dripping slit down the length of his cock, feeling him twitch against the damp fabric of his slacks. “Don’t you want it anymore?” you simpered. “Don’t you want me?”

You put enough of a pathetic whine in your voice to snap Andy out of whatever uncertainty he’d been feeling, whatever momentary crisis of conscience he’d had about taking you as payment for his help. One of his hands curved possessively around the back of your neck and he dragged you toward him for a bruising, claiming kiss. He held you captured with his mouth while his other hand made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

“You really are a filthy fucking slut, aren’t you, sweet girl?” Andy growled against your mouth as he pulled his cock out. “So ready to give me your cunt in exchange for my help, huh?” He lifted you up onto your knees and notched the head of his dick at your entrance, rubbing it through your slick, dripping folds. “Well, if you’re going to offer it so freely, don’t be surprised when I fucking take it.”

On those last words, Andy pressed inside your tight hole, thrusting up and pulling you down on his lap at the same time. In seconds, you were filled to the brim with his thick cock, every inch of his length buried deep in your pussy.

“Ahhh yes!” you screamed as pleasure, with just a slight edge of pain, exploded in your body, sending sparks glittering beneath your skin. You were so overwhelmed by the welcome intrusion that it loosened your tongue. “It’s yours, I’m yours, all yours, Andy,” you babbled, mind completely blown by the aching, throbbing, glorious stretch of his cock filling you up.

“That’s right, baby, you’re mine now,” Andy muttered heatedly, grabbing big handfuls of your hips and ass, groping you unreservedly, giving you only a moment to adjust to his full length before he started lifting you up and slamming you back down, helping you to ride him. “Fuck, that’s it. Bounce on the dick that owns you, sweet girl. Lemme hear how good it makes you feel.”

A moan tripped off your lips at Andy’s fevered words, your head tipping back as your fingers tangled in his hair, holding yourself anchored to him as you rode his cock. Your ass slapped hard against his muscular thighs, pleasure sparking through every nerve in your body as you did your best to follow Andy’s commands, your lips parted while endless whines and whimpers spilled free.

When Andy buried his face in your tits, licking and sucking on your nipples with wild abandon, you cried out your pleasure even louder, your moans filling the lawyer’s office and mixing with the lewd noises of your fucking—the smack of your ass on Andy’s thighs, the wet sounds of your cunt being filled, the rough groans of pleasure rumbling in his throat.

A sharp slap landed on your ass as Andy urged you to go faster. You squealed shrilly, the sound bouncing off the walls of the office, and fucked yourself harder and faster on his cock. Your wetness was making a mess on your thighs and his pants, but you didn’t care, you only cared about impaling yourself on his thick, glorious cock over and over and over again.

The pleasure in your body was mounting, your release bearing down on you, and it was taking all of your strength to keep going. You couldn’t lift yourself up anymore, your thighs trembling too much, so you rocked hard and fast on Andy’s cock. Your clit rubbed roughly against the base of him, and you chased your pleasure until you reached the pinnacle and fell right over the edge.

“Fuck yes, that’s my girl, come all over my cock, baby,” Andy rumbled, lifting his head and capturing your mouth in a ruthless kiss, drinking down your cries of bliss. “You’re squeezing me so tight, pretty girl—jesus christ, ‘m gonna come. Sweetheart, if you don’t get off me, ‘m gonna come inside you.”

A covetous, greedy creature rose inside you, and your entire body and mind rebelled against the idea of Andy spilling his seed anywhere but deep in your pussy. You spread your knees wide on the couch, so you were impaled fully on his cock, taking his thick, heavy length to the hilt.

“Do it,” you purred breathlessly, still riding out your release by rocking your hips in his lap. Falling forward against his chest, your kiss-swollen lips dragged across his bearded cheek to reach his ear. “Come inside me, sir. I want it.” Trailing your mouth down to find the spot just beneath the edge of his beard, you murmured, “I want you to breed me,” before biting down on the soft skin of his neck.

“Fuck, fuck—fuck, baby, ‘m gonna breed your pussy full of come, ’s that what you want? Want me to claim your cunt as mine, want to feel me dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day, huh?” 

Andy’s voice was so rough, so wicked, it sent even more tremors of pleasure through your body. He bit off a growl when your cunt clenched tightly around his throbbing cock, and his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you enough that he could fuck into you from below. He thrust his cock into your grasping channel once, twice, and on the third time, he let out a vicious groan.

“Take it, sweetheart, fucking take my come in that greedy, slutty, perfect pussy of yours,” Andy snarled through bared teeth, yanking you down on his lap and winding his arms tightly around your body to keep you in place while he emptied his balls deep in your body. 

Your inner walls fluttered around his twitching cock, your mouth curving into a pleased, sated smile. You could feel him throbbing inside you, and you reveled in the feeling, curling your arms around his broad shoulders and burying your face in his beard.

Andy smelled like clean sweat mixed with hints of leather and his cologne, and something so perfectly him that you practically purred, your nose digging deeper into his coarse hair while pleasure thrummed headily through your body. It occurred to you, then, that you’d never felt as safe or content as you did in that moment, naked in the powerful lawyer’s lap while he came inside you.

A final groan tumbled from Andy’s mouth and his nearly crushing hold on your body relented marginally as he sagged back into the couch, tugging you to sprawl across his chest. You could feel his warm come beginning to drip from your hole around his softening cock, and you wiggled your hips in delight at the sensation, a little giggle slipping free.

“I’m keeping you,” Andy declared, his hand stroking up your spine and pulling you close so he could press a kiss to your temple, the gesture ridiculously sweet and possessive at the same time. “You’re mine, and only mine, as long as you’ll let me have you, sweetheart.”

“Tha’s fine,” you mumbled, your eyes drifting closed. Andy guided your head to his shoulder and you let out a soft sigh of contentment. “As long as you’re mine and only mine, too, Andy.” A shiver wracked your body, the air conditioning in the office making the cooling sweat on your body feel frigid.

“Of course, pretty girl,” Andy said, his voice warm and indulgent as he pulled cool, smooth fabric around your shoulders. “I’m all yours.”

You cracked an eye open to see that Andy had pulled his suit jacket around you like a blanket. He tucked it in around your body, making sure every bit of your skin was ensconced in its warmth. Then he settled deeper into the sofa, brushing a kiss to the apple of your cheek and sitting quietly for a moment, simply enjoying holding you.

“Do you mind if I wrap up my business with your friend, sweetheart?” Andy asked softly after an indeterminable amount of time. “Then I’m all yours for the rest of the evening.”

“Sure, don’t mind,” you mumbled, still half asleep on Andy’s shoulder. 

You took quick stock of your body, but you didn’t think any of your nakedness was visible thanks to Andy’s suit jacket. The lawyer had made sure you were all tucked in and completely covered so only he knew the full extent of your nakedness.

“Drysdale,” Andy called, loud enough to carry through the door of his office, but not hurt your ears. You snuggled deeper into his shoulder, nosing beneath the collar of his shirt and breathing in the calming scent of him. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it.

“Everything alright, bun?” Ransom asked as soon as he pushed into the room. 

You heard him stop and suck in a sharp breath, but you were too content to lift your head to look at him. Instead, you pushed a hand out from beneath the collar of Andy’s jacket and gave your best friend a thumbs up, which made Andy huff a laugh.

“As you can see, I’m taking good care of your friend, Drysdale,” Andy said, satisfaction dripping from his words. “We’ve reached an agreement. I’ve given her my word, and I’ll be helping her with her problem.” 

“Great,” Ransom said, taking a few tentative steps closer. “I’ll take her back to my place, then. Make sure she has a safe place to stay while you sort out her parents.”

Andy lifted one of his hands and you could imagine the imperious look on his face as he gestured for Ransom to stop. “That won’t be necessary,” the lawyer drawled, letting his hand fall to your lower back, holding you possessively through his jacket. “She’ll stay with me—she’s mine.”

“That wasn’t supposed to be the deal!” Ransom protested, but Andy cut him off.

“It was the deal she willingly made, Drysdale,” Andy snapped, his body tensing beneath yours. 

Instinctively, you wanted to soothe him, so you pressed your face deeper into his neck, brushing a kiss to the hollow of his throat. It worked and Andy calmed, but his hand pressed more firmly against your lower back, like he was worried Ransom might try to take you from him.

“Because I’m feeling generous, you can consider your debt to me settled, Drysdale,” Andy said, his voice more even and cold, like it had been when you’d first walked into his office. “You no longer owe me for getting you out of that ugly situation revolving around your grandfather’s death.”

There was an awkward pause, then Ransom muttered, “Thanks, Barber.” It seemed like the matter had been settled, but still Ransom lingered. Finally, he called softly. “You sure this is what you want, bun?”

At the genuine concern in his voice, you finally lifted your head and turned to give Ransom a smile. “I’m happy, Ran, this is what I want.” You glanced at the man whose lap you sat on, the man who’d given you freedom and something more, a safe place to be yourself. Your smile widened when you saw the warmth in Andy’s blue eyes. “Andy’s a man of his word—that’s what you said.” You looked back to your best friend. “He’ll take care of me.”

For a moment, it looked like Ransom might protest again, but then his expression flattened and he tossed a glare at the lawyer. “Protect her, Barber,” your best friend growled, with as much intimidation as he could muster in his designer sweater. “If I hear she’s unhappy in any way…”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Andy said, cutting him off again, his tone amused. “I can take care of her in ways you couldn’t even dream of.” He brushed a kiss to your temple and your eyes closed, a happy smile curving your lips. “Run along, Drysdale. Our business is done and I promised my girl I was hers for the rest of the evening—and I’m a man of my word.”

Ransom grumbled at the patronizing dismissal, but he did as he was told, calling a goodbye to you that you returned with a sleepy wave over your shoulder. When he was gone, Andy let out a deep sigh of relief, clutching you tighter and brushing sweet kisses to your face anywhere he could reach.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands roaming soothingly over your body. “I’ll take care of you, now and forever—you have my word.”

With a smile, you melted into your man, letting sleep claim you and knowing that he would keep you safe and content. As you’d already come to learn, Andy Barber was a man of his word, and you didn’t doubt that he’d keep every promise he ever made to you.

Ransom had been your only ally from your world in your fight to escape from under the thumb of your financially abusive parents, so it was instinct to look to him when you were unsure what to do about Andy’s command. You gave him a pitiful look, begging your friend to help you yet again.

“Don’t look at him, look at me,” Andy said, a cool confidence in his voice that sent a shiver down your spine, one that was, surprisingly, not entirely born out of fear. Obediently, you returned your gaze to the lawyer, finding him watching you with an intensity that stole your breath. “Why are you looking at him? He can’t help you the way I can, that’s why he brought you to me, remember?”

Unfortunately, you remembered all too well that Andy was one of the few people in the state, let alone the city of Boston, who could help you with your situation. 

For years, your parents had been holding your inheritance hostage, using their wealth, power, and influence—and an entire army of lawyers—to make sure you couldn’t see a cent of your money unless you did exactly as they said. Unless you married exactly who they said. And you’d rather do anything than marry who they wanted you to marry. 

You’d called practically every lawyer in the state of Massachusetts, but they either weren’t willing or weren’t able to fight your parents and their lawyers, who were using every trick in the book, including plenty of not-so-legal ones. That had led you to asking Ransom for help, and he’d brought you to Andy Barber.

Which left you having to decide between doing as the cutthroat lawyer said, or walking out of his office and giving in to your parents’ whims. Your fingers tangled in the skirt of your sundress, indecision and desperation swirling in your belly.

“If you’re feeling shy, I can have my men leave and escort your friend out,” Andy offered, breaking the silence with the slightly mocking offer. “But if you want my help, you’re going to do as I say.” 

His tone turned hard, his final words coming out as a command that left no room for argument. It reminded you so much of your parents that you couldn’t help your body’s instinctual reaction. You flinched—hard. 

Your reaction didn’t make sense, but then anxiety never did. Panic blocked out everything else in the room, and you wrapped your arms around your body, your breaths coming in sharp pants as you cowered in front of the lawyer when only a moment ago, you’d held your head high. 

Andy seemed to freeze for a moment, taking in the change of your demeanor, then his shoes padded lightly on the wooden floor of the office as he moved closer. His steps were slow, almost cautious, like he was approaching a spooked animal.

You tried not to react further, but your shoulders bunched up around your ears and you huddled more tightly in on yourself. An instinctual part of you was waiting for a cruel hand to fall on your cheek—it was what you’d come to expect after a command like the one the lawyer had given—but none ever came. 

Instead, Andy let out a sharp breath, one of his fingers sliding gently beneath your chin. His touch was almost tender as he tilted your face up, and your mind spun as you tried to comprehend the fact that you were being touched with kindness rather than harshness. 

You blinked at Andy with wide, wary eyes, watching his face closely for any sign of anger or malice. There wasn’t any, only a quiet intensity and a sharp curiosity. It struck you, then, just how handsome the lawyer was. 

His eyes were such a pretty shade of blue, like a cloudless sky, and though he was tanned from summer days spent outside—on a beach somewhere without extradition while working for his more criminalistic clients, no doubt—there was a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks. 

The lawyer’s brown hair was neat and brushed back from his face, his beard so well-groomed that it looked soft, almost welcoming. You had the sudden urge to bury your face in Andy’s beard and forget your troubles, and the thought was so surprising, your eyes widened and your lips parted in shock. 

Your gaze lingered for another moment on Andy’s pink, inviting mouth, before returning to his eyes, which were watching you. There was a heady concentration in the lawyer’s gaze that made you want to squirm and press your thighs together, an inexplicable ache blooming in your core. 

Andy still held your chin so you couldn’t look away as a slow, slightly amused smile curved his mouth. He took another step forward, until he was close enough that the scent of him—expensive cologne, leather and something undeniably him—filled your senses, going right to your head and making you feel a little fuzzy. 

You swayed slightly on your feet, and Andy steadied you by putting his other hand on your waist. He squeezed your chin gently, waiting until he had your focus again before he spoke.

“I will not hurt you, sweetheart,” he said slowly, deliberately, his voice turning warm on the sweet nickname. He paused for a moment, searching your eyes for understanding, before continuing. “You have my word, and I’m a man of my word—got it?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you managed to say, stumbling over your words only a little—not from fear but from how flustered you felt with the handsome lawyer standing so close and calling you such sweet things. It wasn’t the kind of treatment you were used to, and you didn’t know what to do with it.

Another slow smile stole across Andy’s features and he chucked you lightly under the chin, clearly pleased at your answer. Though whether he was more pleased that you’d agreed or that you’d called him ’sir,’ you couldn’t be sure.

“Good girl,” Andy praised, giving you one last long look before he lifted his gaze to look over your shoulder. “Leave us,” he commanded to the others in the room, his voice holding all the authority of a man used to getting what he wanted.

You turned to look over your shoulder, your eyes finding the familiar face of your best friend in the small crowd of dangerous men beginning to shuffle out of the room. Ransom gave you a reassuring nod. 

“You’re gonna be okay, bun,” he promised, his mouth quirking into a little smirk that was comforting in its familiarity.  “Barber’s gonna help, just give him what he wants.”

It was the same thing Ransom had said before he brought you to the lawyer’s office, in a warehouse by the docks. Then, you’d thought the only thing the lawyer might want was money, or a significant cut of your inheritance. 

Now, you were faced with the prospect of giving much more to Andy Barber. But since you’d met the man, and felt the gentleness of his touch, it didn’t seem like such a hardship to use your body to buy his assistance, especially when it offered you hope that you might get the help you needed.

You watched as Ransom ducked through the door of the office, one of the lawyer’s men pulling it closed with a dull thud behind him. You were left alone with Andy Barber, one of the most ruthless men in all of Boston, with the command to strip out of your clothes hanging over your head. 

Oddly, you weren’t scared. You believed Andy when he’d said he wouldn’t hurt you. But you had other reasons to feel anxious. The thought of stripping naked in front of a strange, handsome man—especially one as powerful as Andy—was intimidating. 

What would happen if the lawyer didn’t like what he saw? Would he still help you? Could you still accept his help after the humiliation of getting naked for him if he rejected you? The answer to that last question, at least, was yes, because you were just that desperate to get away from your parents.

Swallowing past the nervousness lodged in your throat, you returned your gaze to Andy, instinctively looking to him for what to do next.

When the lawyer caught you looking expectantly at him, the corner of his mouth quirked in a small smile. He gave your arm a reassuring squeeze, the gesture almost paternalistic, if not for the barely concealed lust in his blue eyes, before stepping back. 

Andy prowled to the leather sofa on the opposite side of his office, his movements as smooth and graceful as a predator. He was controlled as he turned and sank into the firm cushions of the sofa, spreading his arms along the back and staring at you with those sharp, intelligent eyes, looking for all the world like a king surveying his prospective wife—or concubine.

“It’s time to strip, sweetheart,” Andy said, his voice not unkind. His gaze swept down your body, lingering briefly on the way your sundress hugged the swell of your tits and the curve of your hips, before his eyes returned to yours. “Show me what your inheritance is worth to you, and I’ll make sure you get your money from your parents.”

You were shaking like a leaf in a blustery summer wind from nerves, but the hunger in Andy’s gaze gave life to a spark of boldness deep in your chest. You clung to that feeling with all your might, reminding yourself that Andy was your last hope, and you couldn’t leave his office without his word that he’d help you.

With trembling fingers, you pushed the straps of your sundress off your shoulders, the garment catching around your waist and baring your naked chest for the lawyer. The coolness of the office’s air conditioning had goose bumps raising all over your skin, your nipples puckering into tight, sensitive peaks. 

It was only because you were watching him so closely that you noticed Andy’s sudden stillness. One moment he was lazing comfortably on the sofa, then between one breath and the next, he was as motionless as a predator preparing to pounce. 

You weren’t sure what to make of his reaction, even as his gaze roved greedily over your bared body, so you made quick work of removing your dress. You shoved it over your hips until it slipped to floor in a whisper of fabric. Your hands were clumsy as you slid your panties off, leaving you standing in front of the lawyer in nothing but your heels.

It took all of your self-control not to try to cover your nakeness with your hands, your arms hanging limply at your sides as you let Andy look his fill—and he was certainly looking. The lawyer’s eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of your bared skin, taking in the soft flesh of your tits, the gentle nip of your waist, and the generous curve of your hips with the voraciousness of a starving man.

“Gorgeous,” Andy rasped, his voice deeper and huskier that it had been just moments ago. He looked bewitched, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused as they continued their perusal of your body, flicking up and down like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to linger most.

Your lips fluttered in a tremulous smile at his praise, a glow of pride warming your chest as you took in the effect your nakedness had on him. It was enough to help you hold your head higher, your shoulders straightening and pushing your tits out for the lawyer.

Andy’s eyes finally found their way up to yours, sharpening on your face as he shifted on the couch, spreading his legs wide. “Come closer, sweetheart—leave the heels on.”

You stepped out of the circle of your clothes, proud of yourself when your knees wobbled only a little, and walked toward the sofa on shaking legs until you came to a stop between Andy’s knees. 

You’d felt all the places where your body had moved as you walked, the way your tits bounced, your ass and thighs jiggling with every step. And you were acutely aware that Andy had watched it all with rapturous focus, his blue eyes practically blazing with a covetous kind of lust that warmed you from the inside out. 

By the time you stopped in front of him, close enough to touch, you’d begun to enjoy the heat of his gaze, and the way his mouth was parted in anticipation of having you in every way he desired. Your own desire was making you grow damp between your thighs, threatening to give you away.

For long, torturously delicious moments, you simply stood in front of Andy, naked save for your shoes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as wetness began to gather and drip from the slit between your legs. You had the awful, errant thought that the lawyer might be able to smell your budding arousal, and you squeezed your thighs together, but Andy didn’t seem to notice. He was too mesmerized by the sway of your hips and the clenching of your thighs.

When you grew more restless than intimidated by the lawyer, you couldn’t help but ask, “Would you like me to spin, sir?” The words didn’t seem to penetrate, so you tried again, shifting anxiously on your feet. “Should I spin so you can see all of what I have to offer for your help?”

It took a moment for Andy to blink his eyes into focus and look up at your face, his gaze heating your skin as it dragged up your body, and you couldn’t help the smug little smirk that curved your lips. Amusement sparked in his blue eyes, and you shivered at the hunger there, the corner of his mouth flickering in a smug grin of his own.

“Impertinent girl,” he chided lightly, leaning back further into the sofa. He lifted his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dropping to his lap. 

Despite the chill of the air conditioning, warmth suffused every inch of your body when you saw the thick bulge in the lawyer’s pants. You swallowed past your suddenly dry throat, spit gathering beneath your tongue as you pictured yourself rubbing your cheek against his bulge, mouthing at his cock through the slacks of his suit.

The weight of your gaze didn’t go unnoticed, and a rumbling sound reverberated in Andy’s chest, almost like a purr. He lifted his hips again, and you quivered with lust, but held yourself back from acting on your desires. 

“Gimme a spin, sweetheart,” Andy growled, his voice full of barely restrained hunger. “Let’s see if you have an ass in need of spanking.”

A new spark of desire zinged down your spine and your eyes found Andy’s hands, which lay relaxed on the back of the sofa. They looked big, perfect for spanking, and you were unable to stop yourself from wondering how it would feel for his wide palms to slap your ass. 

Something told you it would feel better than it had any right to, and that filthy, not entirely unwanted thought, spurred you into movement.

You took your time turning around, shifting your weight and popping out your hip purposefully to give Andy a show. You were grateful that you’d worn your favorite heels that day, the ones that made your ass look good enough to eat. 

When your back was to Andy, you paused, giving him a long moment to let him look his fill. Based on the low, rumbling groan he tried to bite back behind his teeth, he liked what he saw.

With a smirk on your lips, you turned back around the face the lawyer. The bulge in his pants was noticeably bigger, straining almost painfully against the front of his slacks. There was even a small wet spot in the dark navy fabric, where his cock had leaked into his pants, and you wanted desperately to bend down and lick it, but you remained standing.

Your eyes swept up Andy’s form and you realized his dick wasn’t the only part of him straining underneath the weight of his lust. His arms were taut, the corded muscle and thick veins of his forearms standing out in stark relief where his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The fingers of his hands were gripping the back of the couch like he was physically holding himself back from lunging at you, his chest rising in heavy breaths.

Andy’s thick, muscular thighs shifted restlessly, spreading wider like they were making room for his heavy dick. Your eyes fell helplessly to his lap again, and he shifted his hips, lifting them off the cushion like it was instinct to shove his cock closer to you, and you let out a pitiful little whimper.

At your lustful sound, Andy finally snapped. In the breath of a moment, the lawyer shed his cool, calm composure, leaving nothing more than a man overcome by lust—lust that was all for you.

“Fuck,” he bit out the curse. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he growled, surging forward and wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs, just above the knee. Then he was hauling you into his lap, spreading your thighs wide so your knees landed on either side of his hips, digging into the soft cushions of the sofa.

Your hands fell to Andy’s shoulders, more to keep your balance than an attempt to push him away. No, no part of you wanted to move away from him. If anything, you wanted him closer, you wanted to press the softness of your body against the hard lines of his—you wanted to see if the lawyer would drown in his lust for you, and you wanted to follow him into that oblivion.

Spreading your knees wider, you lowered your body until your dripping center met the thick bulge in Andy’s slacks. Unbidden, your lips parted and you moaned, falling helplessly against his chest while his arms tightened around your bare back. The scorching feeling of his hands touching your skin was contrasted with the smooth, cool cotton of his shirt and pants, and it was so deliciously heady, it made your mind fuzzy with need.

“Christ, I can feel you, sweetheart,” Andy rumbled close to your ear, one of his hands skimming up your spine to cup the back of your neck. 

His hold was gentle and possessive at the same time, wringing a desperate, pleading whine from your lips that had his cock twitching between your thighs. In answer, you canted your hips, rubbing your slick slit experimentally along the hard ridge of his bulge, feeling him throb.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking wet and warm and perfect.” Andy’s voice was drenched in lust, so thick you could practically taste it in the air between you. His hand flexed around the back of your neck, like he couldn’t help himself, and he lifted his hips slightly, making his bulge dig deeper into your center. “Are you dripping all over my cock like a little slut, pretty girl?”

Andy’s tone was warm with teasing affection, but the filthiness of his words still made you bury your face in his neck. Your nose pushed beneath the loosened collar of his white dress shirt, but you barely had a second to breathe in the scent of him before he was towing you backward by his hold on your neck. His eyes were sparkling with amusement and his grin was affectionate as he watched you squirm, trying to hide your face in your shoulder.

“So shy and yet sooo slutty,” Andy cooed at you, pulling you in to brush a kiss against your heated cheek, the coarse hair of his beard tickling your skin and making you even more squirmy. He chuckled, his mouth lingering close to yours, until you settled. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?” 

The question was so soft and gentle, such a far cry from his command for you to strip, that it took your breath away. What had happened to the man who’d listened to your sob story with a cool detachedness and asked for sex in return? Who was this man who asked permission to kiss you when you were already naked in his lap? 

It was heady, being given power by a man as powerful as Andy Barber, and it only made you want him more. But you weren’t sure if you could make your voice work, so you bit your lip and nodded, staring deep into Andy’s eyes as you gave him your answer.

His blue gaze darkened, his pupils blowing wide with desire as his eyes dropped to your mouth. But he didn’t surge forward to kiss you the way you expected. Instead, he gave your neck another gentle squeeze and murmured, “Use your words, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me, sir. Please,” you begged immediately, your voice breathless and reedy with anticipation and need.

The words were barely out of your mouth before Andy’s lips were on you, kissing you slowly, decadently, with an edge of hunger like he was barely controlling himself. The kiss was sweet, almost too sweet for the situation you were in, and a restlessness filled your belly like the fluttering of a million butterflies.

You couldn’t have said why, maybe there was a thread of greediness in you that matched the hunger in Andy, but you wanted to feel the full force of his lust. You didn’t want his lust leashed and tempered—you wanted all of it. You wanted all of him. 

Skimming your hands up from his shoulders, your fingers tangled in the soft hair at the back of Andy’s head and you pulled him closer, leaning back until he was wrapped entirely around you. Your lips parted invitingly for him and when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you sucked on him, rocking your hips on his lap at the same time, your tits crushed to his chest.

Andy groaned roughly, deep in his throat, and his hands tightened on your body, feral possessiveness in every spot where his fingers dug into your skin. You felt it the moment his control broke, his hands getting rougher, his hips jerking up from the sofa to fuck against your cunt, his mouth more demanding, more hungry—and you met every bit of passion with your own lust.

“Holy fuck,” Andy cursed, breaking away from your mouth, his chest heaving as he panted for air. His hands had settled onto your hips, his fingers pressing so deep into your skin you wondered if they might leave bruises. You didn’t hate the idea, not one bit.

You clung to him, catching your own breath and burying your face in his beard, just beneath the cut of his jaw. You took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the salt of his skin, only growing needier by the second. You nuzzled into him while your hips humped idly against his bulge, a whine working its way up your throat.

“Jesus christ, sweetheart, you’re so perfect,” Andy murmured, one of his hands gently collaring your throat and turning your face so he could press his forehead to yours.

The gesture and his words settled something deep in your soul and you paused your movements, letting your body go still and your eyes to slip closed as you took in the moment. One of your hands slid down to Andy’s chest, your palm pressing over the spot where his heart thudded against his sternum. You smiled, feeling your heart pound in time with his, beating a steady rhythm together.

“Anything,” he rasped. 

You were so lost in feeling, it took a moment for the word to process, and before you could respond asking him what he was talking about, he continued on. 

“I’ll do anything to help you, sweet girl. You have my word.” 

You were shocked into silence by the conviction in his voice and you leaned back, looking hard at the lawyer. His expression was more than a little lust-drunk, his jaw slack and mouth parted as he stared back at you, but his eyes were clear and sharp. As you watched, his mouth flattened into a determined line and he held your gaze firmly.

“You have my word,” he said, repeating each word slowly like he was trying to imprint them on your mind. “Do you understand, sweetheart?”

“Ye-yes, sir,” you finally answered, stumbling over the words as hope and excitement rushed to fill your chest, the emotions catching in your throat and making it hard to speak. “Thank you, Andy,” you murmured, cupping his face and staring deep into his eyes. “Really, thank you—you have no idea what this means to me…”

You were practically dizzy with relief, and you took a deep breath to try to calm your racing heart. When you exhaled, the tension you’d been carrying for so long slipped from your shoulders. It dropped to your feet as easily as your dress had, and tears of overwhelming emotion gathered in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Don’t cry, sweet girl,” Andy crooned, sitting up and kissing the corners of your eyes, his thumbs sweeping sweetly across the apples of your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay.” 

You were too choked up to respond, too happy and excited that you were finally—finally—going to be free from your parents, so you simply hugged him, hoping Andy could feel your gratitude in your touch. His arms wound around your body and he hugged you back.

After a moment, he let out a deep sigh, his shoulders sagging in a way that seemed oddly sad for the moment. Then Andy was sitting back, extricating himself from your hold and giving you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You’ve showed me enough, given me enough,” he said, his eyes deliberately staying on your face like he didn’t have a right to look at your nakedness anymore. “You’re free to go. I’ll be in touch about your inheritance.” 

The words hit you like a slap in the face, and your hands tightened on the lawyer’s shoulders as you expected to be pushed off his lap. A pit opened up in your stomach, filling quickly with disappointment, and your lips pulled down into a frowning pout. 

You felt like you’d been given the sweetest candy in Andy’s kisses, in his hard body beneath your soft one, and he was trying to take it back before you could properly enjoy it. He’d wanted you just a moment ago, what the hell had happened?

“What if I don’t want to go yet?” you whispered, tears pricking at the back of your eyes and making your voice thick.

Guarded blue eyes flickered to yours, and you spotted a glimpse of longing in his gaze, but it was distant, like Andy was barely daring to hope he’d heard you correctly. The big, tough, dangerous lawyer looked so cautiously optimistic that you couldn’t help but lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“I believe you said something about being interested in the sweet, warm place between my legs, sir,” you reminded him, rocking your hips and dragging your dripping slit down the length of his cock, feeling him twitch against the damp fabric of his slacks. “Don’t you want it anymore?” you simpered. “Don’t you want me?”

You put enough of a pathetic whine in your voice to snap Andy out of whatever uncertainty he’d been feeling, whatever momentary crisis of conscience he’d had about taking you as payment for his help. One of his hands curved possessively around the back of your neck and he dragged you toward him for a bruising, claiming kiss. He held you captured with his mouth while his other hand made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

“You really are a filthy fucking slut, aren’t you, sweet girl?” Andy growled against your mouth as he pulled his cock out. “So ready to give me your cunt in exchange for my help, huh?” He lifted you up onto your knees and notched the head of his dick at your entrance, rubbing it through your slick, dripping folds. “Well, if you’re going to offer it so freely, don’t be surprised when I fucking take it.”

On those last words, Andy pressed inside your tight hole, thrusting up and pulling you down on his lap at the same time. In seconds, you were filled to the brim with his thick cock, every inch of his length buried deep in your pussy.

“Ahhh yes!” you screamed as pleasure, with just a slight edge of pain, exploded in your body, sending sparks glittering beneath your skin. You were so overwhelmed by the welcome intrusion that it loosened your tongue. “It’s yours, I’m yours, all yours, Andy,” you babbled, mind completely blown by the aching, throbbing, glorious stretch of his cock filling you up.

“That’s right, baby, you’re mine now,” Andy muttered heatedly, grabbing big handfuls of your hips and ass, groping you unreservedly, giving you only a moment to adjust to his full length before he started lifting you up and slamming you back down, helping you to ride him. “Fuck, that’s it. Bounce on the dick that owns you, sweet girl. Lemme hear how good it makes you feel.”

A moan tripped off your lips at Andy’s fevered words, your head tipping back as your fingers tangled in his hair, holding yourself anchored to him as you rode his cock. Your ass slapped hard against his muscular thighs, pleasure sparking through every nerve in your body as you did your best to follow Andy’s commands, your lips parted while endless whines and whimpers spilled free.

When Andy buried his face in your tits, licking and sucking on your nipples with wild abandon, you cried out your pleasure even louder, your moans filling the lawyer’s office and mixing with the lewd noises of your fucking—the smack of your ass on Andy’s thighs, the wet sounds of your cunt being filled, the rough groans of pleasure rumbling in his throat.

A sharp slap landed on your ass as Andy urged you to go faster. You squealed shrilly, the sound bouncing off the walls of the office, and fucked yourself harder and faster on his cock. Your wetness was making a mess on your thighs and his pants, but you didn’t care, you only cared about impaling yourself on his thick, glorious cock over and over and over again.

The pleasure in your body was mounting, your release bearing down on you, and it was taking all of your strength to keep going. You couldn’t lift yourself up anymore, your thighs trembling too much, so you rocked hard and fast on Andy’s cock. Your clit rubbed roughly against the base of him, and you chased your pleasure until you reached the pinnacle and fell right over the edge.

“Fuck yes, that’s my girl, come all over my cock, baby,” Andy rumbled, lifting his head and capturing your mouth in a ruthless kiss, drinking down your cries of bliss. “You’re squeezing me so tight, pretty girl—jesus christ, ‘m gonna come. Sweetheart, if you don’t get off me, ‘m gonna come inside you.”

A covetous, greedy creature rose inside you, and your entire body and mind rebelled against the idea of Andy spilling his seed anywhere but deep in your pussy. You spread your knees wide on the couch, so you were impaled fully on his cock, taking his thick, heavy length to the hilt.

“Do it,” you purred breathlessly, still riding out your release by rocking your hips in his lap. Falling forward against his chest, your kiss-swollen lips dragged across his bearded cheek to reach his ear. “Come inside me, sir. I want it.” Trailing your mouth down to find the spot just beneath the edge of his beard, you murmured, “I want you to breed me,” before biting down on the soft skin of his neck.

“Fuck, fuck—fuck, baby, ‘m gonna breed your pussy full of come, ’s that what you want? Want me to claim your cunt as mine, want to feel me dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day, huh?” 

Andy’s voice was so rough, so wicked, it sent even more tremors of pleasure through your body. He bit off a growl when your cunt clenched tightly around his throbbing cock, and his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you enough that he could fuck into you from below. He thrust his cock into your grasping channel once, twice, and on the third time, he let out a vicious groan.

“Take it, sweetheart, fucking take my come in that greedy, slutty, perfect pussy of yours,” Andy snarled through bared teeth, yanking you down on his lap and winding his arms tightly around your body to keep you in place while he emptied his balls deep in your body. 

Your inner walls fluttered around his twitching cock, your mouth curving into a pleased, sated smile. You could feel him throbbing inside you, and you reveled in the feeling, curling your arms around his broad shoulders and burying your face in his beard.

Andy smelled like clean sweat mixed with hints of leather and his cologne, and something so perfectly him that you practically purred, your nose digging deeper into his coarse hair while pleasure thrummed headily through your body. It occurred to you, then, that you’d never felt as safe or content as you did in that moment, naked in the powerful lawyer’s lap while he came inside you.

A final groan tumbled from Andy’s mouth and his nearly crushing hold on your body relented marginally as he sagged back into the couch, tugging you to sprawl across his chest. You could feel his warm come beginning to drip from your hole around his softening cock, and you wiggled your hips in delight at the sensation, a little giggle slipping free.

“I’m keeping you,” Andy declared, his hand stroking up your spine and pulling you close so he could press a kiss to your temple, the gesture ridiculously sweet and possessive at the same time. “You’re mine, and only mine, as long as you’ll let me have you, sweetheart.”

“Tha’s fine,” you mumbled, your eyes drifting closed. Andy guided your head to his shoulder and you let out a soft sigh of contentment. “As long as you’re mine and only mine, too, Andy.” A shiver wracked your body, the air conditioning in the office making the cooling sweat on your body feel frigid.

“Of course, pretty girl,” Andy said, his voice warm and indulgent as he pulled cool, smooth fabric around your shoulders. “I’m all yours.”

You cracked an eye open to see that Andy had pulled his suit jacket around you like a blanket. He tucked it in around your body, making sure every bit of your skin was ensconced in its warmth. Then he settled deeper into the sofa, brushing a kiss to the apple of your cheek and sitting quietly for a moment, simply enjoying holding you.

“Do you mind if I wrap up my business with your friend, sweetheart?” Andy asked softly after an indeterminable amount of time. “Then I’m all yours for the rest of the evening.”

“Sure, don’t mind,” you mumbled, still half asleep on Andy’s shoulder. 

You took quick stock of your body, but you didn’t think any of your nakedness was visible thanks to Andy’s suit jacket. The lawyer had made sure you were all tucked in and completely covered so only he knew the full extent of your nakedness.

“Drysdale,” Andy called, loud enough to carry through the door of his office, but not hurt your ears. You snuggled deeper into his shoulder, nosing beneath the collar of his shirt and breathing in the calming scent of him. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it.

“Everything alright, bun?” Ransom asked as soon as he pushed into the room. 

You heard him stop and suck in a sharp breath, but you were too content to lift your head to look at him. Instead, you pushed a hand out from beneath the collar of Andy’s jacket and gave your best friend a thumbs up, which made Andy huff a laugh.

“As you can see, I’m taking good care of your friend, Drysdale,” Andy said, satisfaction dripping from his words. “We’ve reached an agreement. I’ve given her my word, and I’ll be helping her with her problem.” 

“Great,” Ransom said, taking a few tentative steps closer. “I’ll take her back to my place, then. Make sure she has a safe place to stay while you sort out her parents.”

Andy lifted one of his hands and you could imagine the imperious look on his face as he gestured for Ransom to stop. “That won’t be necessary,” the lawyer drawled, letting his hand fall to your lower back, holding you possessively through his jacket. “She’ll stay with me—she’s mine.”

“That wasn’t supposed to be the deal!” Ransom protested, but Andy cut him off.

“It was the deal she willingly made, Drysdale,” Andy snapped, his body tensing beneath yours. 

Instinctively, you wanted to soothe him, so you pressed your face deeper into his neck, brushing a kiss to the hollow of his throat. It worked and Andy calmed, but his hand pressed more firmly against your lower back, like he was worried Ransom might try to take you from him.

“Because I’m feeling generous, you can consider your debt to me settled, Drysdale,” Andy said, his voice more even and cold, like it had been when you’d first walked into his office. “You no longer owe me for getting you out of that ugly situation revolving around your grandfather’s death.”

There was an awkward pause, then Ransom muttered, “Thanks, Barber.” It seemed like the matter had been settled, but still Ransom lingered. Finally, he called softly. “You sure this is what you want, bun?”

At the genuine concern in his voice, you finally lifted your head and turned to give Ransom a smile. “I’m happy, Ran, this is what I want.” You glanced at the man whose lap you sat on, the man who’d given you freedom and something more, a safe place to be yourself. Your smile widened when you saw the warmth in Andy’s blue eyes. “Andy’s a man of his word—that’s what you said.” You looked back to your best friend. “He’ll take care of me.”

For a moment, it looked like Ransom might protest again, but then his expression flattened and he tossed a glare at the lawyer. “Protect her, Barber,” your best friend growled, with as much intimidation as he could muster in his designer sweater. “If I hear she’s unhappy in any way…”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Andy said, cutting him off again, his tone amused. “I can take care of her in ways you couldn’t even dream of.” He brushed a kiss to your temple and your eyes closed, a happy smile curving your lips. “Run along, Drysdale. Our business is done and I promised my girl I was hers for the rest of the evening—and I’m a man of my word.”

Ransom grumbled at the patronizing dismissal, but he did as he was told, calling a goodbye to you that you returned with a sleepy wave over your shoulder. When he was gone, Andy let out a deep sigh of relief, clutching you tighter and brushing sweet kisses to your face anywhere he could reach.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands roaming soothingly over your body. “I’ll take care of you, now and forever—you have my word.”

With a smile, you melted into your man, letting sleep claim you and knowing that he would keep you safe and content. As you’d already come to learn, Andy Barber was a man of his word, and you didn’t doubt that he’d keep every promise he ever made to you.

Ransom had been your only ally from your world in your fight to escape from under the thumb of your financially abusive parents, so it was instinct to look to him when you were unsure what to do about Andy’s command. You gave him a pitiful look, begging your friend to help you yet again.

“Don’t look at him, look at me,” Andy said, a cool confidence in his voice that sent a shiver down your spine, one that was, surprisingly, not entirely born out of fear. Obediently, you returned your gaze to the lawyer, finding him watching you with an intensity that stole your breath. “Why are you looking at him? He can’t help you the way I can, that’s why he brought you to me, remember?”

Unfortunately, you remembered all too well that Andy was one of the few people in the state, let alone the city of Boston, who could help you with your situation. 

For years, your parents had been holding your inheritance hostage, using their wealth, power, and influence—and an entire army of lawyers—to make sure you couldn’t see a cent of your money unless you did exactly as they said. Unless you married exactly who they said. And you’d rather do anything than marry who they wanted you to marry. 

You’d called practically every lawyer in the state of Massachusetts, but they either weren’t willing or weren’t able to fight your parents and their lawyers, who were using every trick in the book, including plenty of not-so-legal ones. That had led you to asking Ransom for help, and he’d brought you to Andy Barber.

Which left you having to decide between doing as the cutthroat lawyer said, or walking out of his office and giving in to your parents’ whims. Your fingers tangled in the skirt of your sundress, indecision and desperation swirling in your belly.

“If you’re feeling shy, I can have my men leave and escort your friend out,” Andy offered, breaking the silence with the slightly mocking offer. “But if you want my help, you’re going to do as I say.” 

His tone turned hard, his final words coming out as a command that left no room for argument. It reminded you so much of your parents that you couldn’t help your body’s instinctual reaction. You flinched—hard. 

Your reaction didn’t make sense, but then anxiety never did. Panic blocked out everything else in the room, and you wrapped your arms around your body, your breaths coming in sharp pants as you cowered in front of the lawyer when only a moment ago, you’d held your head high. 

Andy seemed to freeze for a moment, taking in the change of your demeanor, then his shoes padded lightly on the wooden floor of the office as he moved closer. His steps were slow, almost cautious, like he was approaching a spooked animal.

You tried not to react further, but your shoulders bunched up around your ears and you huddled more tightly in on yourself. An instinctual part of you was waiting for a cruel hand to fall on your cheek—it was what you’d come to expect after a command like the one the lawyer had given—but none ever came. 

Instead, Andy let out a sharp breath, one of his fingers sliding gently beneath your chin. His touch was almost tender as he tilted your face up, and your mind spun as you tried to comprehend the fact that you were being touched with kindness rather than harshness. 

You blinked at Andy with wide, wary eyes, watching his face closely for any sign of anger or malice. There wasn’t any, only a quiet intensity and a sharp curiosity. It struck you, then, just how handsome the lawyer was. 

His eyes were such a pretty shade of blue, like a cloudless sky, and though he was tanned from summer days spent outside—on a beach somewhere without extradition while working for his more criminalistic clients, no doubt—there was a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks. 

The lawyer’s brown hair was neat and brushed back from his face, his beard so well-groomed that it looked soft, almost welcoming. You had the sudden urge to bury your face in Andy’s beard and forget your troubles, and the thought was so surprising, your eyes widened and your lips parted in shock. 

Your gaze lingered for another moment on Andy’s pink, inviting mouth, before returning to his eyes, which were watching you. There was a heady concentration in the lawyer’s gaze that made you want to squirm and press your thighs together, an inexplicable ache blooming in your core. 

Andy still held your chin so you couldn’t look away as a slow, slightly amused smile curved his mouth. He took another step forward, until he was close enough that the scent of him—expensive cologne, leather and something undeniably him—filled your senses, going right to your head and making you feel a little fuzzy. 

You swayed slightly on your feet, and Andy steadied you by putting his other hand on your waist. He squeezed your chin gently, waiting until he had your focus again before he spoke.

“I will not hurt you, sweetheart,” he said slowly, deliberately, his voice turning warm on the sweet nickname. He paused for a moment, searching your eyes for understanding, before continuing. “You have my word, and I’m a man of my word—got it?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you managed to say, stumbling over your words only a little—not from fear but from how flustered you felt with the handsome lawyer standing so close and calling you such sweet things. It wasn’t the kind of treatment you were used to, and you didn’t know what to do with it.

Another slow smile stole across Andy’s features and he chucked you lightly under the chin, clearly pleased at your answer. Though whether he was more pleased that you’d agreed or that you’d called him ’sir,’ you couldn’t be sure.

“Good girl,” Andy praised, giving you one last long look before he lifted his gaze to look over your shoulder. “Leave us,” he commanded to the others in the room, his voice holding all the authority of a man used to getting what he wanted.

You turned to look over your shoulder, your eyes finding the familiar face of your best friend in the small crowd of dangerous men beginning to shuffle out of the room. Ransom gave you a reassuring nod. 

“You’re gonna be okay, bun,” he promised, his mouth quirking into a little smirk that was comforting in its familiarity.  “Barber’s gonna help, just give him what he wants.”

It was the same thing Ransom had said before he brought you to the lawyer’s office, in a warehouse by the docks. Then, you’d thought the only thing the lawyer might want was money, or a significant cut of your inheritance. 

Now, you were faced with the prospect of giving much more to Andy Barber. But since you’d met the man, and felt the gentleness of his touch, it didn’t seem like such a hardship to use your body to buy his assistance, especially when it offered you hope that you might get the help you needed.

You watched as Ransom ducked through the door of the office, one of the lawyer’s men pulling it closed with a dull thud behind him. You were left alone with Andy Barber, one of the most ruthless men in all of Boston, with the command to strip out of your clothes hanging over your head. 

Oddly, you weren’t scared. You believed Andy when he’d said he wouldn’t hurt you. But you had other reasons to feel anxious. The thought of stripping naked in front of a strange, handsome man—especially one as powerful as Andy—was intimidating. 

What would happen if the lawyer didn’t like what he saw? Would he still help you? Could you still accept his help after the humiliation of getting naked for him if he rejected you? The answer to that last question, at least, was yes, because you were just that desperate to get away from your parents.

Swallowing past the nervousness lodged in your throat, you returned your gaze to Andy, instinctively looking to him for what to do next.

When the lawyer caught you looking expectantly at him, the corner of his mouth quirked in a small smile. He gave your arm a reassuring squeeze, the gesture almost paternalistic, if not for the barely concealed lust in his blue eyes, before stepping back. 

Andy prowled to the leather sofa on the opposite side of his office, his movements as smooth and graceful as a predator. He was controlled as he turned and sank into the firm cushions of the sofa, spreading his arms along the back and staring at you with those sharp, intelligent eyes, looking for all the world like a king surveying his prospective wife—or concubine.

“It’s time to strip, sweetheart,” Andy said, his voice not unkind. His gaze swept down your body, lingering briefly on the way your sundress hugged the swell of your tits and the curve of your hips, before his eyes returned to yours. “Show me what your inheritance is worth to you, and I’ll make sure you get your money from your parents.”

You were shaking like a leaf in a blustery summer wind from nerves, but the hunger in Andy’s gaze gave life to a spark of boldness deep in your chest. You clung to that feeling with all your might, reminding yourself that Andy was your last hope, and you couldn’t leave his office without his word that he’d help you.

With trembling fingers, you pushed the straps of your sundress off your shoulders, the garment catching around your waist and baring your naked chest for the lawyer. The coolness of the office’s air conditioning had goose bumps raising all over your skin, your nipples puckering into tight, sensitive peaks. 

It was only because you were watching him so closely that you noticed Andy’s sudden stillness. One moment he was lazing comfortably on the sofa, then between one breath and the next, he was as motionless as a predator preparing to pounce. 

You weren’t sure what to make of his reaction, even as his gaze roved greedily over your bared body, so you made quick work of removing your dress. You shoved it over your hips until it slipped to floor in a whisper of fabric. Your hands were clumsy as you slid your panties off, leaving you standing in front of the lawyer in nothing but your heels.

It took all of your self-control not to try to cover your nakeness with your hands, your arms hanging limply at your sides as you let Andy look his fill—and he was certainly looking. The lawyer’s eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of your bared skin, taking in the soft flesh of your tits, the gentle nip of your waist, and the generous curve of your hips with the voraciousness of a starving man.

“Gorgeous,” Andy rasped, his voice deeper and huskier that it had been just moments ago. He looked bewitched, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused as they continued their perusal of your body, flicking up and down like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to linger most.

Your lips fluttered in a tremulous smile at his praise, a glow of pride warming your chest as you took in the effect your nakedness had on him. It was enough to help you hold your head higher, your shoulders straightening and pushing your tits out for the lawyer.

Andy’s eyes finally found their way up to yours, sharpening on your face as he shifted on the couch, spreading his legs wide. “Come closer, sweetheart—leave the heels on.”

You stepped out of the circle of your clothes, proud of yourself when your knees wobbled only a little, and walked toward the sofa on shaking legs until you came to a stop between Andy’s knees. 

You’d felt all the places where your body had moved as you walked, the way your tits bounced, your ass and thighs jiggling with every step. And you were acutely aware that Andy had watched it all with rapturous focus, his blue eyes practically blazing with a covetous kind of lust that warmed you from the inside out. 

By the time you stopped in front of him, close enough to touch, you’d begun to enjoy the heat of his gaze, and the way his mouth was parted in anticipation of having you in every way he desired. Your own desire was making you grow damp between your thighs, threatening to give you away.

For long, torturously delicious moments, you simply stood in front of Andy, naked save for your shoes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as wetness began to gather and drip from the slit between your legs. You had the awful, errant thought that the lawyer might be able to smell your budding arousal, and you squeezed your thighs together, but Andy didn’t seem to notice. He was too mesmerized by the sway of your hips and the clenching of your thighs.

When you grew more restless than intimidated by the lawyer, you couldn’t help but ask, “Would you like me to spin, sir?” The words didn’t seem to penetrate, so you tried again, shifting anxiously on your feet. “Should I spin so you can see all of what I have to offer for your help?”

It took a moment for Andy to blink his eyes into focus and look up at your face, his gaze heating your skin as it dragged up your body, and you couldn’t help the smug little smirk that curved your lips. Amusement sparked in his blue eyes, and you shivered at the hunger there, the corner of his mouth flickering in a smug grin of his own.

“Impertinent girl,” he chided lightly, leaning back further into the sofa. He lifted his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dropping to his lap. 

Despite the chill of the air conditioning, warmth suffused every inch of your body when you saw the thick bulge in the lawyer’s pants. You swallowed past your suddenly dry throat, spit gathering beneath your tongue as you pictured yourself rubbing your cheek against his bulge, mouthing at his cock through the slacks of his suit.

The weight of your gaze didn’t go unnoticed, and a rumbling sound reverberated in Andy’s chest, almost like a purr. He lifted his hips again, and you quivered with lust, but held yourself back from acting on your desires. 

“Gimme a spin, sweetheart,” Andy growled, his voice full of barely restrained hunger. “Let’s see if you have an ass in need of spanking.”

A new spark of desire zinged down your spine and your eyes found Andy’s hands, which lay relaxed on the back of the sofa. They looked big, perfect for spanking, and you were unable to stop yourself from wondering how it would feel for his wide palms to slap your ass. 

Something told you it would feel better than it had any right to, and that filthy, not entirely unwanted thought, spurred you into movement.

You took your time turning around, shifting your weight and popping out your hip purposefully to give Andy a show. You were grateful that you’d worn your favorite heels that day, the ones that made your ass look good enough to eat. 

When your back was to Andy, you paused, giving him a long moment to let him look his fill. Based on the low, rumbling groan he tried to bite back behind his teeth, he liked what he saw.

With a smirk on your lips, you turned back around the face the lawyer. The bulge in his pants was noticeably bigger, straining almost painfully against the front of his slacks. There was even a small wet spot in the dark navy fabric, where his cock had leaked into his pants, and you wanted desperately to bend down and lick it, but you remained standing.

Your eyes swept up Andy’s form and you realized his dick wasn’t the only part of him straining underneath the weight of his lust. His arms were taut, the corded muscle and thick veins of his forearms standing out in stark relief where his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The fingers of his hands were gripping the back of the couch like he was physically holding himself back from lunging at you, his chest rising in heavy breaths.

Andy’s thick, muscular thighs shifted restlessly, spreading wider like they were making room for his heavy dick. Your eyes fell helplessly to his lap again, and he shifted his hips, lifting them off the cushion like it was instinct to shove his cock closer to you, and you let out a pitiful little whimper.

At your lustful sound, Andy finally snapped. In the breath of a moment, the lawyer shed his cool, calm composure, leaving nothing more than a man overcome by lust—lust that was all for you.

“Fuck,” he bit out the curse. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he growled, surging forward and wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs, just above the knee. Then he was hauling you into his lap, spreading your thighs wide so your knees landed on either side of his hips, digging into the soft cushions of the sofa.

Your hands fell to Andy’s shoulders, more to keep your balance than an attempt to push him away. No, no part of you wanted to move away from him. If anything, you wanted him closer, you wanted to press the softness of your body against the hard lines of his—you wanted to see if the lawyer would drown in his lust for you, and you wanted to follow him into that oblivion.

Spreading your knees wider, you lowered your body until your dripping center met the thick bulge in Andy’s slacks. Unbidden, your lips parted and you moaned, falling helplessly against his chest while his arms tightened around your bare back. The scorching feeling of his hands touching your skin was contrasted with the smooth, cool cotton of his shirt and pants, and it was so deliciously heady, it made your mind fuzzy with need.

“Christ, I can feel you, sweetheart,” Andy rumbled close to your ear, one of his hands skimming up your spine to cup the back of your neck. 

His hold was gentle and possessive at the same time, wringing a desperate, pleading whine from your lips that had his cock twitching between your thighs. In answer, you canted your hips, rubbing your slick slit experimentally along the hard ridge of his bulge, feeling him throb.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking wet and warm and perfect.” Andy’s voice was drenched in lust, so thick you could practically taste it in the air between you. His hand flexed around the back of your neck, like he couldn’t help himself, and he lifted his hips slightly, making his bulge dig deeper into your center. “Are you dripping all over my cock like a little slut, pretty girl?”

Andy’s tone was warm with teasing affection, but the filthiness of his words still made you bury your face in his neck. Your nose pushed beneath the loosened collar of his white dress shirt, but you barely had a second to breathe in the scent of him before he was towing you backward by his hold on your neck. His eyes were sparkling with amusement and his grin was affectionate as he watched you squirm, trying to hide your face in your shoulder.

“So shy and yet sooo slutty,” Andy cooed at you, pulling you in to brush a kiss against your heated cheek, the coarse hair of his beard tickling your skin and making you even more squirmy. He chuckled, his mouth lingering close to yours, until you settled. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?” 

The question was so soft and gentle, such a far cry from his command for you to strip, that it took your breath away. What had happened to the man who’d listened to your sob story with a cool detachedness and asked for sex in return? Who was this man who asked permission to kiss you when you were already naked in his lap? 

It was heady, being given power by a man as powerful as Andy Barber, and it only made you want him more. But you weren’t sure if you could make your voice work, so you bit your lip and nodded, staring deep into Andy’s eyes as you gave him your answer.

His blue gaze darkened, his pupils blowing wide with desire as his eyes dropped to your mouth. But he didn’t surge forward to kiss you the way you expected. Instead, he gave your neck another gentle squeeze and murmured, “Use your words, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me, sir. Please,” you begged immediately, your voice breathless and reedy with anticipation and need.

The words were barely out of your mouth before Andy’s lips were on you, kissing you slowly, decadently, with an edge of hunger like he was barely controlling himself. The kiss was sweet, almost too sweet for the situation you were in, and a restlessness filled your belly like the fluttering of a million butterflies.

You couldn’t have said why, maybe there was a thread of greediness in you that matched the hunger in Andy, but you wanted to feel the full force of his lust. You didn’t want his lust leashed and tempered—you wanted all of it. You wanted all of him. 

Skimming your hands up from his shoulders, your fingers tangled in the soft hair at the back of Andy’s head and you pulled him closer, leaning back until he was wrapped entirely around you. Your lips parted invitingly for him and when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you sucked on him, rocking your hips on his lap at the same time, your tits crushed to his chest.

Andy groaned roughly, deep in his throat, and his hands tightened on your body, feral possessiveness in every spot where his fingers dug into your skin. You felt it the moment his control broke, his hands getting rougher, his hips jerking up from the sofa to fuck against your cunt, his mouth more demanding, more hungry—and you met every bit of passion with your own lust.

“Holy fuck,” Andy cursed, breaking away from your mouth, his chest heaving as he panted for air. His hands had settled onto your hips, his fingers pressing so deep into your skin you wondered if they might leave bruises. You didn’t hate the idea, not one bit.

You clung to him, catching your own breath and burying your face in his beard, just beneath the cut of his jaw. You took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the salt of his skin, only growing needier by the second. You nuzzled into him while your hips humped idly against his bulge, a whine working its way up your throat.

“Jesus christ, sweetheart, you’re so perfect,” Andy murmured, one of his hands gently collaring your throat and turning your face so he could press his forehead to yours.

The gesture and his words settled something deep in your soul and you paused your movements, letting your body go still and your eyes to slip closed as you took in the moment. One of your hands slid down to Andy’s chest, your palm pressing over the spot where his heart thudded against his sternum. You smiled, feeling your heart pound in time with his, beating a steady rhythm together.

“Anything,” he rasped. 

You were so lost in feeling, it took a moment for the word to process, and before you could respond asking him what he was talking about, he continued on. 

“I’ll do anything to help you, sweet girl. You have my word.” 

You were shocked into silence by the conviction in his voice and you leaned back, looking hard at the lawyer. His expression was more than a little lust-drunk, his jaw slack and mouth parted as he stared back at you, but his eyes were clear and sharp. As you watched, his mouth flattened into a determined line and he held your gaze firmly.

“You have my word,” he said, repeating each word slowly like he was trying to imprint them on your mind. “Do you understand, sweetheart?”

“Ye-yes, sir,” you finally answered, stumbling over the words as hope and excitement rushed to fill your chest, the emotions catching in your throat and making it hard to speak. “Thank you, Andy,” you murmured, cupping his face and staring deep into his eyes. “Really, thank you—you have no idea what this means to me…”

You were practically dizzy with relief, and you took a deep breath to try to calm your racing heart. When you exhaled, the tension you’d been carrying for so long slipped from your shoulders. It dropped to your feet as easily as your dress had, and tears of overwhelming emotion gathered in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Don’t cry, sweet girl,” Andy crooned, sitting up and kissing the corners of your eyes, his thumbs sweeping sweetly across the apples of your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay.” 

You were too choked up to respond, too happy and excited that you were finally—finally—going to be free from your parents, so you simply hugged him, hoping Andy could feel your gratitude in your touch. His arms wound around your body and he hugged you back.

After a moment, he let out a deep sigh, his shoulders sagging in a way that seemed oddly sad for the moment. Then Andy was sitting back, extricating himself from your hold and giving you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You’ve showed me enough, given me enough,” he said, his eyes deliberately staying on your face like he didn’t have a right to look at your nakedness anymore. “You’re free to go. I’ll be in touch about your inheritance.” 

The words hit you like a slap in the face, and your hands tightened on the lawyer’s shoulders as you expected to be pushed off his lap. A pit opened up in your stomach, filling quickly with disappointment, and your lips pulled down into a frowning pout. 

You felt like you’d been given the sweetest candy in Andy’s kisses, in his hard body beneath your soft one, and he was trying to take it back before you could properly enjoy it. He’d wanted you just a moment ago, what the hell had happened?

“What if I don’t want to go yet?” you whispered, tears pricking at the back of your eyes and making your voice thick.

Guarded blue eyes flickered to yours, and you spotted a glimpse of longing in his gaze, but it was distant, like Andy was barely daring to hope he’d heard you correctly. The big, tough, dangerous lawyer looked so cautiously optimistic that you couldn’t help but lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“I believe you said something about being interested in the sweet, warm place between my legs, sir,” you reminded him, rocking your hips and dragging your dripping slit down the length of his cock, feeling him twitch against the damp fabric of his slacks. “Don’t you want it anymore?” you simpered. “Don’t you want me?”

You put enough of a pathetic whine in your voice to snap Andy out of whatever uncertainty he’d been feeling, whatever momentary crisis of conscience he’d had about taking you as payment for his help. One of his hands curved possessively around the back of your neck and he dragged you toward him for a bruising, claiming kiss. He held you captured with his mouth while his other hand made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

“You really are a filthy fucking slut, aren’t you, sweet girl?” Andy growled against your mouth as he pulled his cock out. “So ready to give me your cunt in exchange for my help, huh?” He lifted you up onto your knees and notched the head of his dick at your entrance, rubbing it through your slick, dripping folds. “Well, if you’re going to offer it so freely, don’t be surprised when I fucking take it.”

On those last words, Andy pressed inside your tight hole, thrusting up and pulling you down on his lap at the same time. In seconds, you were filled to the brim with his thick cock, every inch of his length buried deep in your pussy.

“Ahhh yes!” you screamed as pleasure, with just a slight edge of pain, exploded in your body, sending sparks glittering beneath your skin. You were so overwhelmed by the welcome intrusion that it loosened your tongue. “It’s yours, I’m yours, all yours, Andy,” you babbled, mind completely blown by the aching, throbbing, glorious stretch of his cock filling you up.

“That’s right, baby, you’re mine now,” Andy muttered heatedly, grabbing big handfuls of your hips and ass, groping you unreservedly, giving you only a moment to adjust to his full length before he started lifting you up and slamming you back down, helping you to ride him. “Fuck, that’s it. Bounce on the dick that owns you, sweet girl. Lemme hear how good it makes you feel.”

A moan tripped off your lips at Andy’s fevered words, your head tipping back as your fingers tangled in his hair, holding yourself anchored to him as you rode his cock. Your ass slapped hard against his muscular thighs, pleasure sparking through every nerve in your body as you did your best to follow Andy’s commands, your lips parted while endless whines and whimpers spilled free.

When Andy buried his face in your tits, licking and sucking on your nipples with wild abandon, you cried out your pleasure even louder, your moans filling the lawyer’s office and mixing with the lewd noises of your fucking—the smack of your ass on Andy’s thighs, the wet sounds of your cunt being filled, the rough groans of pleasure rumbling in his throat.

A sharp slap landed on your ass as Andy urged you to go faster. You squealed shrilly, the sound bouncing off the walls of the office, and fucked yourself harder and faster on his cock. Your wetness was making a mess on your thighs and his pants, but you didn’t care, you only cared about impaling yourself on his thick, glorious cock over and over and over again.

The pleasure in your body was mounting, your release bearing down on you, and it was taking all of your strength to keep going. You couldn’t lift yourself up anymore, your thighs trembling too much, so you rocked hard and fast on Andy’s cock. Your clit rubbed roughly against the base of him, and you chased your pleasure until you reached the pinnacle and fell right over the edge.

“Fuck yes, that’s my girl, come all over my cock, baby,” Andy rumbled, lifting his head and capturing your mouth in a ruthless kiss, drinking down your cries of bliss. “You’re squeezing me so tight, pretty girl—jesus christ, ‘m gonna come. Sweetheart, if you don’t get off me, ‘m gonna come inside you.”

A covetous, greedy creature rose inside you, and your entire body and mind rebelled against the idea of Andy spilling his seed anywhere but deep in your pussy. You spread your knees wide on the couch, so you were impaled fully on his cock, taking his thick, heavy length to the hilt.

“Do it,” you purred breathlessly, still riding out your release by rocking your hips in his lap. Falling forward against his chest, your kiss-swollen lips dragged across his bearded cheek to reach his ear. “Come inside me, sir. I want it.” Trailing your mouth down to find the spot just beneath the edge of his beard, you murmured, “I want you to breed me,” before biting down on the soft skin of his neck.

“Fuck, fuck—fuck, baby, ‘m gonna breed your pussy full of come, ’s that what you want? Want me to claim your cunt as mine, want to feel me dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day, huh?” 

Andy’s voice was so rough, so wicked, it sent even more tremors of pleasure through your body. He bit off a growl when your cunt clenched tightly around his throbbing cock, and his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you enough that he could fuck into you from below. He thrust his cock into your grasping channel once, twice, and on the third time, he let out a vicious groan.

“Take it, sweetheart, fucking take my come in that greedy, slutty, perfect pussy of yours,” Andy snarled through bared teeth, yanking you down on his lap and winding his arms tightly around your body to keep you in place while he emptied his balls deep in your body. 

Your inner walls fluttered around his twitching cock, your mouth curving into a pleased, sated smile. You could feel him throbbing inside you, and you reveled in the feeling, curling your arms around his broad shoulders and burying your face in his beard.

Andy smelled like clean sweat mixed with hints of leather and his cologne, and something so perfectly him that you practically purred, your nose digging deeper into his coarse hair while pleasure thrummed headily through your body. It occurred to you, then, that you’d never felt as safe or content as you did in that moment, naked in the powerful lawyer’s lap while he came inside you.

A final groan tumbled from Andy’s mouth and his nearly crushing hold on your body relented marginally as he sagged back into the couch, tugging you to sprawl across his chest. You could feel his warm come beginning to drip from your hole around his softening cock, and you wiggled your hips in delight at the sensation, a little giggle slipping free.

“I’m keeping you,” Andy declared, his hand stroking up your spine and pulling you close so he could press a kiss to your temple, the gesture ridiculously sweet and possessive at the same time. “You’re mine, and only mine, as long as you’ll let me have you, sweetheart.”

“Tha’s fine,” you mumbled, your eyes drifting closed. Andy guided your head to his shoulder and you let out a soft sigh of contentment. “As long as you’re mine and only mine, too, Andy.” A shiver wracked your body, the air conditioning in the office making the cooling sweat on your body feel frigid.

“Of course, pretty girl,” Andy said, his voice warm and indulgent as he pulled cool, smooth fabric around your shoulders. “I’m all yours.”

You cracked an eye open to see that Andy had pulled his suit jacket around you like a blanket. He tucked it in around your body, making sure every bit of your skin was ensconced in its warmth. Then he settled deeper into the sofa, brushing a kiss to the apple of your cheek and sitting quietly for a moment, simply enjoying holding you.

“Do you mind if I wrap up my business with your friend, sweetheart?” Andy asked softly after an indeterminable amount of time. “Then I’m all yours for the rest of the evening.”

“Sure, don’t mind,” you mumbled, still half asleep on Andy’s shoulder. 

You took quick stock of your body, but you didn’t think any of your nakedness was visible thanks to Andy’s suit jacket. The lawyer had made sure you were all tucked in and completely covered so only he knew the full extent of your nakedness.

“Drysdale,” Andy called, loud enough to carry through the door of his office, but not hurt your ears. You snuggled deeper into his shoulder, nosing beneath the collar of his shirt and breathing in the calming scent of him. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it.

“Everything alright, bun?” Ransom asked as soon as he pushed into the room. 

You heard him stop and suck in a sharp breath, but you were too content to lift your head to look at him. Instead, you pushed a hand out from beneath the collar of Andy’s jacket and gave your best friend a thumbs up, which made Andy huff a laugh.

“As you can see, I’m taking good care of your friend, Drysdale,” Andy said, satisfaction dripping from his words. “We’ve reached an agreement. I’ve given her my word, and I’ll be helping her with her problem.” 

“Great,” Ransom said, taking a few tentative steps closer. “I’ll take her back to my place, then. Make sure she has a safe place to stay while you sort out her parents.”

Andy lifted one of his hands and you could imagine the imperious look on his face as he gestured for Ransom to stop. “That won’t be necessary,” the lawyer drawled, letting his hand fall to your lower back, holding you possessively through his jacket. “She’ll stay with me—she’s mine.”

“That wasn’t supposed to be the deal!” Ransom protested, but Andy cut him off.

“It was the deal she willingly made, Drysdale,” Andy snapped, his body tensing beneath yours. 

Instinctively, you wanted to soothe him, so you pressed your face deeper into his neck, brushing a kiss to the hollow of his throat. It worked and Andy calmed, but his hand pressed more firmly against your lower back, like he was worried Ransom might try to take you from him.

“Because I’m feeling generous, you can consider your debt to me settled, Drysdale,” Andy said, his voice more even and cold, like it had been when you’d first walked into his office. “You no longer owe me for getting you out of that ugly situation revolving around your grandfather’s death.”

There was an awkward pause, then Ransom muttered, “Thanks, Barber.” It seemed like the matter had been settled, but still Ransom lingered. Finally, he called softly. “You sure this is what you want, bun?”

At the genuine concern in his voice, you finally lifted your head and turned to give Ransom a smile. “I’m happy, Ran, this is what I want.” You glanced at the man whose lap you sat on, the man who’d given you freedom and something more, a safe place to be yourself. Your smile widened when you saw the warmth in Andy’s blue eyes. “Andy’s a man of his word—that’s what you said.” You looked back to your best friend. “He’ll take care of me.”

For a moment, it looked like Ransom might protest again, but then his expression flattened and he tossed a glare at the lawyer. “Protect her, Barber,” your best friend growled, with as much intimidation as he could muster in his designer sweater. “If I hear she’s unhappy in any way…”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Andy said, cutting him off again, his tone amused. “I can take care of her in ways you couldn’t even dream of.” He brushed a kiss to your temple and your eyes closed, a happy smile curving your lips. “Run along, Drysdale. Our business is done and I promised my girl I was hers for the rest of the evening—and I’m a man of my word.”

Ransom grumbled at the patronizing dismissal, but he did as he was told, calling a goodbye to you that you returned with a sleepy wave over your shoulder. When he was gone, Andy let out a deep sigh of relief, clutching you tighter and brushing sweet kisses to your face anywhere he could reach.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands roaming soothingly over your body. “I’ll take care of you, now and forever—you have my word.”

With a smile, you melted into your man, letting sleep claim you and knowing that he would keep you safe and content. As you’d already come to learn, Andy Barber was a man of his word, and you didn’t doubt that he’d keep every promise he ever made to you.