Page 66 of Filthy Lawyer

“Okay.” I put on my jacket. “Do you ever think about me when you’re at home alone?”

“I take back what I just said.” There was a smile in his voice. “Don’t stay on the phone with me. Hang up.”

I hung up mid-laugh.

I pulledmy car into an office garage and texted Damien that I’d arrived.

Getting out, I walked to the rear and made sure the wire hanger was still tightly wrapped on the muffler.

“Jesus, Elizabeth.” Damien walked over to me. “Why are you still driving this deathtrap?”

“Because it still runs.”

“It needs to be put out of its misery and sold for parts.” He stared at it like it was an alien. “I’m not getting into that.”

“You’re welcomefor coming to get you this late at night.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re the one who needed a ride.”

“No, I just needed to see you,” he said, catching me off guard. “We had some unfinished business from earlier.”

“I’m confused.”

“You didn’t come when I ate your pussy,” he said. “We were interrupted.”

He pushes me against the car. “Do you mind if I finish?”

“Here?”

“Yes.” He bent down and pushed up my slip, burying his head between my thighs as if we were the only ones here. Like he didn’t care if any strangers walked by and caught us.

I gripped his hair as he tongued me to ecstasy, tossed my head back as he alternated his thick fingers between long, deep kisses from his mouth.

“Damien…” I shut my eyes, giving in to everything he gave, letting him control everything.

My knees buckled as I reached a quick orgasm, and he grabbed my legs to prevent me from slipping.

“I love the way you taste, Elizabeth.” He blew a final kiss against my thigh before pulling down my slip.

Standing up, he pulled me against his side.

“You’re really not getting into my car?” I whispered.

“Never.” He laughed and took out his phone.

“Good to see you still have my number, Mr. Carter,” a gruff voice said. “What can I do for you?”

“I’d like to cash in one of those favors, and I’d kind of need it now, if that’s alright.”

“Sure. Where are you?”

“Tamirac Bar.”

“I’ll send it your way in half an hour. Text me if you have any specific requests.”

“Thank you.” Damien walked me into the lounge across the street.

Still in a trance, I sat on his lap, and he kissed the back of my neck. For a moment, it felt like we were an actual couple—like this was a date night I'd longed for, and we were going home to finish.

“Mr. Carter?” a man in sweatpants approached us with an envelope. “My boss wants you to know that you’re still the dirtiest lawyer he’s ever met.”