CHAPTER 30

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Donovan

“When do you find out if you make partner at your firm?” Autumn slipped off her shoes and lifted her folded legs up on the seat. “It should be soon, right?”

I looked over my shoulder before changing lanes. “The Tuesday after Labor Day, so a little more than a week.”

We were on our way up to Connecticut for the weekend for her father’s wedding.

“Do you think you’ll get it?”

“Your buddy Dickson has been pretty friendly lately. The client he schlubbed off on me to take to dinner was really happy with the advice I gave him. He even referred a friend of his, which Dickson gave me a half pat on the back for. Although the guy is a dirtbag, and I’m not looking forward to working with him.”

“Not to be a jerk, but aren’t all your clients dirtbags? I mean, they come to see you because they got caught doing something underhanded and illegal.”

She had a point. But I didn’t think they all were. I shrugged. “Some really aren’t bad people. They just get lost along the way in their climb to the top. Believe it or not, a lot of times these people don’t even see what they’re doing as wrong at the time they’re doing it. I had a new client charged with insider trading last week. He’s a trader and found out some non-public information about a company a friend works for. The company was on the verge of getting a new drug approved by the FDA that would make their stock go nuts. His wife told her sister, and her sister mentioned it to her new boyfriend who hedged and bought a shit ton of stock. He made a fortune, but also caught the attention of the regulators who traced it back to my client. Guy shouldn’t have told his wife, but he did. Doesn’t necessarily make him a bad person.”

“Yeah, definitely not in that case. But it’s got to be hard to represent some of them.”

“It’s not always easy. But some people can learn from lessons, especially hard ones. I try to think about it that way. Look at me—I did some pretty dumb shit and was on a path to a bad place. I’d been arrested three times before I was sixteen—mostly minor stuff, but that’s how most people in prison started, too. If someone wouldn’t have helped me out, I have no doubt that I’d be where a few of my friends are today: serving time.”

“You’re talking about Bud?”

“He risked a lot for me. The last time I got in any real trouble, the judge wanted to teach me a lesson. Bud put his house up for bail and took out a loan for a lawyer. The one the court appointed was about twenty-three, and I was going to be his first real case.”

“Oh wow.”

“Bud gambled. We got a lawyer who wore custom-made shirts, and he got me off on a technicality, even though I didn’t deserve it. I learned three things from that last arrest: One, I’d gotten lucky, and chances were that wouldn’t happen again. Two, Bud believed in me, and it was time I started believing in myself. And three…” I grinned. “I really wanted to wear custom-made shirts.”

Autumn laughed. “So that’s why you became a lawyer? So you could afford custom shirts?”

I glanced over to her and back to the road. “I should probably say it’s because I wanted to help others or fight for justice or some other noble shit. But knowing I’d never have to hit up a soup kitchen or a guy like Bud for a meal? That had a lot to do with it. Plus, like I told you, I’m good at reading people and arguing, and that’s half the battle in my job.”

“Oh, that’s right,” she teased. “I forgot you think you’re so good at knowing what people are thinking.”

“I don’t think I’m good at it; I know I am.”

Autumn grinned and shut her eyes. “What am I thinking right now?”

I chuckled. “We’ve had this discussion. There’s a difference between reading people and being a mind reader. I can’t study your face while I’m driving.”

Autumn bit down on her bottom lip. “You could pull over…”

Now that tone I could read. We were only about a half hour from the hotel we were staying at, but who the hell cared?

I caught her eye for a second and put my blinker on to get off at the upcoming exit. After pulling into the empty parking lot of a construction site, I made sure to park away from the streetlights before cutting the engine and turning to face Autumn.

She hadn’t said a word, and it made me wonder if she’d been teasing, and I’d taken it too far by getting off the road. Though the wicked smile on her face when she’d spoken had me hopeful.

Autumn lifted to her knees on the seat and turned her entire body to face me. “Is this better?” She tilted her head. “Are you able to read what I’m thinking now?”

I glanced down. Her nipples were practically piercing through her shirt. “You’re thinking about sitting on my lap and riding me…”

She scanned the quiet parking lot and reached for the button of my pants. With a quick flick, she popped it open. “Wrong, counselor. I was actually not thinking about riding you.”

Well, that was a damn shame, because my cock was already pretty hard. But I played along. “Your nipples have my mouth salivating, and the dirty look on your face says you’re gearing up for something.”

She pulled the zipper of my pants down slowly. The sound of the teeth separating was better foreplay than any porn I’d ever watched.

Autumn looked up at me from under her thick lashes, her eyes glinting devilishly. “Oh I’m gearing up for something alright.” She ran her tongue along her top lip. “I want to suck your cock.”

“Jesus Christ, Red.” My head fell back, hitting against the headrest. “Say that again…”

She leaned over to my side, her nose touching my ear, and whispered in the sexiest damn voice. “I want to suck your cock.”

I groaned. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

She bit down on my earlobe. “I want you to show me how you like it. Wrap your fingers in my hair and show me.”

I was panting like a dog, and she hadn’t even touched me yet. “This is going to be embarrassing. I’m so fucking turned on already.”

“Slide your pants down for me?” she whispered.

I shimmied those fuckers to the floor in two seconds flat.

Autumn bent her head and licked the moisture that had already formed at the tip of my dick. I’d thought she was going to torture me for a little while with more teasing, but she surprised the shit out of me when she opened her jaw wide and took almost my entire cock down her throat.

“Jesus Christ.” I bucked, and my ass lifted from the seat as she sucked the length of me back almost to the tip. My cock basically had a mind of its own and followed her. She stilled at the tip, so I dug my hands into her hair and pushed her back down. Autumn moaned. Fuck, yeah. So I pulled her back up and pushed her down a second time. Again she moaned.

Fuck me. I wasn’t going to make it more than another minute. I shut my eyes and rested my head against the seat as I pulled her hair again, guiding her head back up. My cock was soaked with her saliva, and the slurping sound she made as she bobbed up and down drove me wild. I couldn’t get enough, and suddenly I couldn’t get it fast enough. My grip on her hair tightened to a fist, and I sped up the motion—pushing her down and then tugging her back, pushing her down and…oh, the gurgling sound she made when I pushed her a little farther.