“My ex-wife,” he stated, pausing as if to test my reaction to those two words.
I ignored the alarms going off my head for a moment, and tried my best to stay composed and to keep my poker face in place.
“My ex-wife has been driving me insane for the last few weeks,” he continued, and I noticed his grip on me tightened, just slightly. “We were only married for three years before I found out she had been having an affair with my business partner. I left them both to start my own practice.
“In the beginning it was fine. Neither of them bothered much with me, because apparently, they expected me to fail. Starting a new firm in this economy is almost impossible, but I was dedicated. I was going to come back and tear them both down.
“It’s taken me a few years, but I’ve finally managed to get back on top. The only thing is that I no longer give a shit about either of them. I want to be the best lawyer I can be, for myself, not them. Fuck them. The only problem is, the higher I get, the bigger a target my firm becomes.
“My ex-wife’s been trying to steal clients new and old. My former partner has friends in Capital Hill, you know, the financial fraud agency, and they keep trying to railroad me at every turn. I’ve been audited every other year since my first big case. There are days when I want to walk into his office with a bat, and do what I should have done the moment I found about their affair...”
I sat up more, wrapping my arms around his neck, but not saying anything.
“It’s like high school never ended with them, grown adults acting like fucking children! And the only way I can fight back is to avoid them both and keep winning cases. But that isn’t enough, I want to close off that chapter of my life completely.
“I want to forget about her. I met her once since the divorce, and you know what she told me? That I wasn’t man enough, that I was too good, too nice. And for months I racked my brains, trying to figure out what the fuck it meant to be ‘too good’.
“I’m sorry I don’t drive a Harley, or feel the need to start brawls to prove I have fucking balls. She hurt me, I got over it, and now, I just want to work in peace. I sound… pathetic, don’t I?” he groaned, dropping his head back.
“I know I said that I wouldn’t say anything, but can I amend the conditions of your voucher for just one statement?”
“Sure, why not?” he muttered half-heartedly, keeping his gaze fixed on the ceiling.
Sitting up on my knees, right between his thighs, I kissed his cheek. “Your ex-wife has to be the biggest damn fool in the state, and she’s probably kicking herself right now, which is why she’s trying so hard to reinsert herself into your life. But it’s her loss, my gain… at least for the next two days at any rate,” I said, as I gently sucked and kissed my way down his neck.
He pulled me back, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Is that’s all you’re going to say?”
“What more needs to be said? You used your rant card and now we move on. So can I finish now?” I asked, as I resumed kissing his lips.
He breathed out deeply and allowed himself to relax, as I reached into his pants and grabbed on to his member. I could feel him hardening in my hands with each stroke.
“Sometimes I think to myself that you, that this, is all a dream,” he moaned, shifting under me.
“I’m one hundred percent real,” I assured him as I gently squeezed, a simple reminder that we were both real, that we were both here, and that this was really happening.
Reaching up, he pulled the shirt off of me, grasping both of my breasts with his hands and I shivered at his touch. He kept his eyes on me, as he kissed the both of them, licking around my nipples before gently taking them between his teeth. I winced, both in pleasure and pain.
“Levi… ah,” I moaned, as one of his hands slipped downwards from my breasts, and came to rest in-between my legs.
Letting go of him completely, I leaned back and rocked against his fingers.
“Damn… you. I… I… fuck I—”
“You what?” he grinned, as he slipped another finger into me.
He leaned back against the pillows, and watched me as I ground myself against his hand.
“You… ah…” I moaned, as he increased the pressure on my nipples.
“I, what? Come on baby, complete sentences please.”
“Fuck you.”
“You already are,” he grinned. “Or would you like me to stop…?”
And just like that, his hands froze, and I grunted in frustration, and crushed his lips against my own. My tongue slipped into his mouth, brushing against his, as tried to get him moving again. But instead, he pulled out, completely breaking away from my lips to lick his fingers.
He smirked as he regarded me. “How badly do you want it?”