Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel by Sawyer Bennett Page B

the red spot on my shoulder. It really hurts, too.
    “How about you
make us some breakfast?” I tell her as I hand her a towel.
“I’ll fix your showerhead.”
    She grins at me.
“You are a man of many talents.”
    “Yes, I am,”
I agree with her.
    “You have one
talent I like best,” she teases.
    I snort, because I
know what my best talent is.
    I ask anyway.
“What’s that?”
    “You’re
the best damn litigator I’ve ever seen,” she says with
pride. “You’re like a litigation god.”
    I stare at her, just
blinking… like a fucking owl… all wide-eyed and blank.
“You like my litigation prowess the best? After all the things
you’ve seen… after all the things I’ve done to
you… after all the orgasms I’ve given you… you
like what I do as a lawyer the best of all my talents?”
    I’m slightly
miffed.
    She grins big and
snaps the towel at me, catching me on my ass. “Just kidding…
your best talent is your oral skills. You give the best head.”
    My ego puffs just a
bit as I return her smile, rubbing the spot where the towel just
rained fire on my skin. See, I told you I was great at giving head.
    Mac gets out of the
shower and, while I dry off, brings me their toolbox. It’s not
much, but it has the wrench that I need. I’m able to get the
head back on, but it really needs some plumber’s tape to make
sure the seal stays tight. I make a note to remind myself to bring
some over the next time I’m here.
    Then I freeze.
    Because I’m
contemplating coming back. Am I coming back?
    Have I signed up to
become an official card-carrying member of the monogamy club?
    Images of our porn
session from ten minutes ago flash before me. Not just the
unbelievably sweet sex, and not just the incredibly powerful orgasms
that abounded, but also the way that we laughed while having sex when
I saved us from falling. If that’s monogamy… okay, yeah…
I’ll sign up.
    As long as Mac
remembers it’s just sex. If she can abide by that, then sure…
I can give up all the other women. Not a problem at all.
    Shaking my head, I
get dressed. I’m getting pretty damn good at lying to myself. I
can spout all I want that it’s easy to give up other women, but
the full truth is… yeah, it’s easy, because the only one
I want is Mac.
    Yup.
    Card. Carrying.
Member.
    Mac makes me
pancakes while I sit at her kitchen table and drink coffee, admiring
the French bistro décor, which includes a black and white
tiled floor that I bet cost a fortune.
    “So, do you
watch TV?” she asks while scooping a pancake out of the pan and
pouring more batter.
    “Sure. When I
have time. I usually DVR stuff and then I’ll watch a marathon
on the weekend.”
    “Me too,”
she says with a laugh. “I’m usually a Law & Order
girl, which I know… not very original for an attorney. But
lately, I’ve been getting into Criminal Minds .”
    “Yeah, I love Criminal Minds too. It’s so creepy, thinking that evil
like that exists out there.”
    “Right? It’s
why I have to balance shows like that with comedy,” she says
with a tinkling laugh, and my stomach rumbles. I’m not sure if
it’s because my body loves her laugh or I’m just hungry.
    “What type of
comedy do you watch?”
    “ Family
Guy , mostly.”
    Now my ears perk up.
I knew Mac was sort of like a fantasy woman, but it’s just been
confirmed. “That’s my absolute favorite show.”
    “God, Stewie
cracks me up so much,” she says, laughing heartily now and
pulling the last pancake out of the pan.
    “No way.
Brian’s the funniest,” I tell her, grinning at her back,
although she can’t see me.
    Turning from the
stove, she brings the stack of pancakes over to the table and sets
them down. She turns back and starts gathering plates and utensils,
which lets me watch her ass, which is molded under a pair of yoga
pants. When she sets everything on the table, having previously
stocked us up with butter and syrup, I reach over and grab a few
pancakes with my fork,