The Laywer

DOMINICK

Los Angeles is fucking lit tonight

. That was the only thought in my head as I stood twenty-seven stories up on the roof deck of the city's newest and hottest high-rise hotel, overlooking our famous skyline. Jenner, my middle brother, was the attorney who had represented the closing, and everyone who was anyone had come out this evening to celebrate the grand opening.

Not only was this a huge win for Jenner, but for The Dalton Group as well-the law firm my parents had started over twenty years ago, where my brothers and I were now partners. We represented some of the largest-earning corporations and individuals in the world. In my case, concentrating solely on entertainment law, I was surrounded by many of my clients, this event like a mini version of the goddamn Oscars.

"Jenner has come a long way," Brett Young, my best friend, said. He was next to me on the balcony, nodding toward my brother, who was schmoozing with the CEO of a massive online retailer. "I remember when we were in law school, that motherfucker still had zits all over his forehead. Now, instead of carrying textbooks, he's got multimillion-dollar contracts in his hands, closing transactions like this one every day, from here to fucking Dubai."

Brett pointed at Ford, my youngest brother. "And the baby in the family? Man, I definitely didn't anticipate him being the first one in our group to father a child." He smirked. "Certainly not before me or you." His eyes caught mine. "I think you wake up every morning, hoping like hell that some woman doesn't come banging on your door, asking for a paternity test."

I laughed in agreement. "Isn't that the fucking truth?"

Before Brett had met James Ryne, one of the highest-paid actresses in Hollywood, he had lived the same lifestyle as me. Bachelor brothers was what we used to call ourselves. But now, they were engaged, and he was more whipped than a sub.

He clinked his glass against mine, and we downed what liquor was left. Immediately, a waitress appeared to hand us refills.

He held his scotch over the side of the railing, balancing the liquor in the air.

I did the same, sighing as I gazed at all the twinkling lights below. "It's been a hell of a run for us so far, and we're only getting started."

When Brett and his buddies had opened The Agency-a firm of agents representing actors, athletes, and musicians-I had just passed the bar, and we would refer clients to one another. Now, all these years later, we sat in many of the same meetings, negotiating deals for the top earners in the business.

"You've got that right, my friend. Wait until I tell you about this new actress I just scouted and how much money she's going to earn us ..." His voice faded as he grabbed his phone and read the screen. "Fuck."

"What's wrong?"

Still staring at his cell, he said, "You know our client Naomi, who I cast for that reality TV show that's filming in two weeks? Her manager just texted and said she's in the hospital with two herniated discs in her neck and another three in her back." He slowly glanced up at me. "Ski accident in Vail this morning."

"Jesus, is she all right?"

"She's going in for surgery tomorrow. She'll be bedridden for the next nine to twelve weeks, which means she'll miss all of filming."

"That shit is painful. I hope she pulls through." I took a drink. "I also know what that means for you-you have to find someone to replace her."

He typed a reply, calling over a waitress the moment he put his phone away. "Another round for both of us and two tequila shots." As she walked toward the bar, he said to me, "Getting drunk is the only solution to this."

"Tell me exactly what you're looking for. Maybe I can help."

"If you remember, the show is about well-off, young girls, living the LA life. Private jets, VIP club treatment, walk-in closets that have as many Birkins as my fiancée. The studio will provide all of that. I just need the right face."

I quickly glanced around the roof, taking an inventory of the different looks and talent up here. "What kind of face?"

He twirled the glass in his hand, the scotch swirling like a tornado. "Early twenties, gorgeous. She needs to have perfect tits and a body to fucking die for. Personality-wise, I need someone who can put the cast members in their place-not a villain, but someone with spark."

Not finding what I was looking for, I mentally ran through my roster of actresses who focused only on reality television. Daisy Roy was the most talented one I had. Even though she was a villain off camera, she was the girl next door on-screen. She was good-looking, but she didn't possess the heat he was after.

I shook my head. "I can't think of anyone."

"I was afraid of that."

The waitress returned, setting the four glasses on the balcony's wide brick edge.

We went straight for the tequila, downing the shots before we moved on to the scotch.

Brett held the fresh drink against his chest, tugging at the strands of his hair. "We start filming in two weeks. I need someone-yesterday."

I grabbed his shoulder, shaking it to loosen him up. "Don't stress, brother. When I get to the office tomorrow, I'll dig through my clients and see who I can find."

The words had barely left my mouth when I turned toward the thick crowd and linked eyes with the most beautiful girl. Goddamn it, she was more stunning than any woman I had ever seen. Long, dark hair with pouty, thick lips and a light-blue stare that was so intense that I could see the color from all the way over here.

But the connection didn't stop with her looks.

I could almost feel her in my hands, as though her body were lying beneath mine, slowly caressing her smooth, naked skin, warming the areas that my mouth was soon going to devour.

Fuck me.

"Do you know who that is?" I asked Brett.

"Who?"

I broke our connection to look at my best friend. "I can't point-she's watching-but the girl at three o'clock in a tight emerald-colored dress with endless fucking curves. There's a tall blonde next to her, who doesn't compete at all."

"I've never seen either of them before, but you're right; the brunette is hot as hell."

With my eyes on her again, I brought the glass up to my mouth, not feeling the burn as I swallowed.

Because there was only one fire in my body.

One that sparked an aching need to be inside her.

"Whoever she is"-I licked the wet booze off my lips-"I'm tasting her before this night is over."

"Is that right?"

A smile grew across my face as I started at her heels and worked my way higher. "Hell yes." When I reached the top of her head, I glanced at Brett. "You do remember what it's like to have a one-night stand, don't you?"

He laughed. "It's been an eternity, but I'll leave those nights to you, bro. James is more than enough for me."

"I won't hold that against you," I bantered.

The space between us got busier, filling with people, causing my view of her to disappear. My brothers happened to be part of that congestion and were making their way over to us.

I clasped Jenner's arm the moment he was within range, pulling him in for a hug. "You've outdone yourself, my man. A hell of a hotel your team has built here, and this party is off the charts. Whoever put together the guest list deserves a fucking raise. Some of the women here tonight-mmm-mmm."

As I looked over his shoulder, there was sexiness everywhere. Outfits that revealed bare, toned backs, lean arms, legs for fucking centuries.

And then there was the girl in the green dress, the queen of them all.

Through the smallest opening, a crack between two men, her eyes met mine again.

"Speaking of women ..." Jenner said, pulling back to reach inside his sports coat. He placed something in my hand and then Ford's, skipping right over Brett. "No reason to bring one home when I got you a room downstairs."

A key card was now tucked under my fingers, the room number written on its paper sleeve.

I put it in my pocket, punching Jenner's shoulder with just a little strength. "Always looking out for us single men."

"I've got your back," he replied, including Ford. "Always."

The four of us raised our glasses, carefully tapping them together, before we went our separate ways, kicking off several hours of small talk with the industry professionals in attendance tonight. I gave out my card to a few up-and-coming musicians, their popularity rising enough to where they were ready for representation, and to some influencers whose following was gaining them endorsements, contracts they couldn't negotiate on their own.

Many more drinks later, I was coming out of the restroom when I spotted her.

The girl in the emerald dress.

She was standing at the mouth of the hallway that led to the ladies' and men's rooms, her back against the wall, her arm wrapped across her narrow waist as she spoke on her phone.

I assumed she'd come in here to get away from the noise, to have some privacy since there was none to be had on the rooftop.

Her focus elsewhere gave me the opportunity to appreciate the view, and I took my time to observe every goddamn inch of her.

Hair I wanted to twist around my wrist and pull.

Lips I wanted sucking on my crown.

Legs I wanted to spread wide.

An ass I wanted pulsing around my cock.

Perfection came in many forms. Hers was unique and breathtaking.

I walked until I was in front of her, and her eyes instantly locked with mine, widening the longer she looked at me.

"It's you ... the guy from across the bar."

Her whispered admission made me grin.

"I have to go," she said into the phone. "I'll get it all done, I promise."

She slipped her cell inside her purse, and I reached for her hand the second it was free.

"Dominick."

Her gentle fingers fell into my grip. Ones that would soon be wrapped around the base of my dick while she sucked my crown down her throat. "I'm Kendall."

"I want to tell you something, Kendall."

Her cheeks reddened, and her breathing sped up, her chest rising faster with each inhale.

"Since the moment I saw you, there's only been one thought in my head."

She pushed herself further against the wall, her knee bending so she could place her heel there as well. "And that is?"

"That I would do anything to taste you."

Her lips stayed parted, like my tip was already between them, her voice getting lost in her breathing.

"Do you know what happens when I want something?" The top of her head came to the center of my chest, and I placed my palm on the wall just above her. There was plenty of room for her to leave, but it was a tight-enough cage that positioned her right where I wanted her. "I do everything in my power to make it mine." I leaned in close, my lips hovering inches away from hers. Her eyes told me she was preparing for me to kiss her, but after a few exhales, I moved my mouth to her ear. "You're all I can think about."

"I"-the syllable sounded like a gasp-"don't know what to say."

My finger ran across her cheek and down her collarbone, goose bumps meeting me. "Say I can have you." I pointed toward an escape route. "Or walk away. You have ten seconds to decide."

While my hand circled the back of her neck, the key in my pocket was like a thirty-pound weight, conjuring up all the surfaces in that room that I could potentially fuck her on.

"Nine," I breathed the number against her mouth. "Eight, seven." I counted in my head until I reached, "Five."

She shifted her weight, her foot dropping to the ground, her gaze changing every time I voiced a lower number.

"Four, three."

Her chest stilled, telling me she was holding air in her lungs.

"Two."

"Dominick ..." My name came out like a moan.

"One."

DOMINICK

S

ince she'd still made no effort to move, I cupped Kendall's face and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue immediately finding its way in. She tasted as sweet as she looked, the flavor of a margarita, her skin the scent of an island breeze.

The heat from her body scorched my hand as I rubbed down her silky dress, her back arching away from the wall the deeper I traveled. When my fingers climbed, the tip of her tit flirted with me, her nipple taunting me.

I growled, "If you don't start walking to the elevator, I'm going to carry you there."

She licked me off her pouty, thick lips. "Where are we going?"

"To the nineteenth floor."

"You're staying at the hotel?"

I nodded.

"And you're going to carry me ... in front of all these people?"

I hadn't realized we were sharing the hallway with anyone.

Nor did I care.

"Do you want to test me, Kendall?"

Her smile told me she already was.

With the back of her dress fully open, I shimmied my fingers under the tight fabric, moving around to the front. "Fuck," I moaned when I reached her wet, bare cunt. "No panties."

"I've been waiting for you."

I circled the top of her clit, soaking her into my skin. "Is that so?"

I flicked the same spot, and her neck elongated, pressing her head into the wall.

"I ..." She was too lost in sensations to answer.

Every one of my movements was to make her feel even better, but I made sure no one could watch, using my body to block her from any viewers.

I pulled my hand out, licking off her wetness. "You taste"-I put my whole finger in my mouth, making sure I didn't lose a drop-"fucking unbelievable."

The second my hand was free, I grabbed hers and led her toward the elevator. Once we were inside, I hit the button for the nineteenth floor and walked her to the back wall. I held her neck, aiming her face up at mine, and devoured her lips, the sound of her breathing making me want to tear off her dress.

"You feel so fucking good," I whispered.

I hauled her body against mine, my cock so hard that it was fucking throbbing, my tip threatening to rip through my pants if I didn't get them off soon.

"I need more of you," I hissed, tasting the desire on her tongue.

The elevator chimed, signaling our arrival.

Knowing she couldn't move as fast as me, not in the heels she had on, I bent down and folded her over my shoulder, lifting her into the air and carrying her out the open doors.

"Dominick," she squealed, the sound of her surprise causing me to smile as I rushed us down the hallway toward the room. "You're crazy."

She hadn't experienced crazy.

That wouldn't happen until my cock was inside her.

It took me no time to get us inside the room and flip on the lights, setting Kendall back on her feet.

I surrounded her ass, squeezing her cheeks, imagining my dick between them. "Take off this dress before I shred it."

"If you thought I was wet before ..." Her body quivered as she paused. "That was nothing compared to what I am now."

"Show me."

She reached behind her neck, loosening the strap that was tied there and then lowering the zipper on her hip, the emerald material soon cascading down her legs.

There was no bra covering her full, round, palm-sized natural tits.

No panties at the bottom of her flat stomach, just a pussy that was more gorgeous than any art hanging in my house. Legs that were toned and muscular with a gap between her thighs that was wider than my tongue.

"Fuck me," I groaned as I took her in once more. "You ..." I met her eyes, shaking my head, words failing me. "You're beautiful, Kendall."

I couldn't keep my hands off her for long, brushing my thumb across her nipple while I licked the other one.

She unhooked my belt and unbuttoned my pants, fisting my cock as soon as she freed it from my boxer briefs. "Holy fuck ... I wasn't expecting this. At all."

"I'm glad you like it." She pumped my shaft several times, and I added, "Yes. That's it." I bit the end of her nipple, moaning, "Harder."

With her other hand, she began taking off my shirt, popping the buttons through their holes, pulling my arms through the sleeves.

"You want to know what's beautiful?" Her hand stilled around my dick, but her grip tightened as she added, "This." She then traced each ripple between my abs. "And this."

"It's all yours tonight, Kendall."

I dropped my pants and boxers and slipped out of my shoes. Bending down, I reached inside my wallet, where I always kept a few condoms. Once I got one out, I backed her up to the large wooden table in the dining room of the suite.

Her hand surrounded me, stroking my dick several times. "How much longer do I have to wait to have this?"

Now, that made me chuckle. "You dirty fucking girl."

I lifted her onto the top of the table and spread her legs around me, tearing off the corner of the foil and rolling the rubber over my cock.

"Get over here," I barked, pulling her ass to the edge of the wood.

Her tits bounced from the movement, earning each of them a quick lick.

Once my teeth grazed her skin, her head tilted back, and a long-drawn-out groan came from her lips that ended in, "Dominick."

I was teasing her pussy with my tip, spreading her wetness over me. It took every bit of restraint I had not to plunge all the way in. This was the phase where things needed to go slow even if my desire for her caused me to want to move fast.

"Mmm," she sighed when my crown slid in.

Her pussy was sucking me in farther, goading me, testing every bit of patience I had.

"Goddamn it." I was now in several inches deeper. "You're so fucking tight."

Her legs bent, feet curling around the lip of the table, her breathing louder than it had been before.

Slamming into her wasn't the way to keep her turned on. Not when you were my size. She needed to crave the build, the torment of anticipation, her pussy clenching my cock the moment I finally thrust all the way in.

And that was exactly what happened.

"Yesss!" she screamed once I was fully buried.

I wrapped my arms across her back, my face in her neck, holding her while her pussy pulsed. "You feel fucking amazing."

Tighter and wetter than I'd ever felt.

I rammed my mouth over those savory lips, giving her my tongue to suck on while I reared my hips back and drove into her.

She felt like a narrow, sopping tunnel of pleasure, barely big enough to fit me, and when I reached the end, I arched upward to brush my tip back and forth over her G-spot before I pulled out and did it again.

Her nails nipped my skin, her teeth grinding together as she screamed, "Dominick! Fuck!" Her legs circled over my ass, feet locked.

"You like my cock?"

"Oh God, yes." Her nails moved to my shoulders, stabbing even harder as I picked up speed. "Don't stop."

She was handling the pounding I was giving her.

But I needed more.

I needed to watch her fuck me, to take control, to free up my hands so they could roam across her body.

Sinking into her, I lifted her into the air and straddled her legs around my waist. My intention was to bring her to the bed, but I made a stop at the closest wall, pushing her back against it to pump into her pussy.

She rocked against me with each drive. "Fuck!" she yelled. "Yes!"