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“Is that so?” I panted. “Think you can handle it?” I teased, my body still shaking from the force of my release. Rhett just smiled, his eyes glinting with challenge.
He me moved inside me with agonizing slowness, pushing me higher and higher, finding that sweet spot that had me seeing stars all over again.
His eyes locked on mine, and I lost myself in them, lost myself in the feeling that there was only me, and him, and this intense heat that could burn me alive if I let it.
Then he kissed me, and I was swept away, my grip on his shoulders the only thing tethering me to earth. It was too much, sending me spiraling into oblivion once more. My body clenched around him, and I came so hard I could have cried.
Rhett groaned, his hips stuttering as he found his own release, his breath hot against my neck. We stayed like that for a moment, our hearts pounding in sync, our bodies slick with sweat and water.
Then he kissed me gently, his lips soft against mine. Oh, well, this was different. I kind of liked it, which was incredibly stupid of me. Tension oozed into me like hot treacle at the thought. This was one hot weekend and nothing more. Don’t go making it weird.
“You good?”
“Sure. You can put me down now.” And put some distance between us, for god’s sake.
He let me go, and I pushed against him the moment my feet were on the ground. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel without looking at him. The weekend was over. Time for a harsh dose of reality.
“Scarlett?”
Okay, I really didn’t expect him to be so perceptive. Not what I needed right now. “Yeah?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I’d known from the moment he’d given me the chance to leave his room on Friday night and I hadn’t taken it, that this moment was coming. Kind of didn’t expect it to make me feel so shitty, though. I left the bathroom. He followed me.
“If you think you’re leaving this room without telling me what the fuck is going on, you’re very much mistaken.”
Did it really matter if I told him now? He’d find out soon enough, anyway. “The weekend’s over, right?”
“Yeah.” It was very annoying that he could look so hot and so…concerned? Standing there with just a white towel slung low on his hips. “You having regrets?”
“Um, not about the weekend, no. But about the consequences.”
“It would be helpful if you could be less cryptic.”
“The first thing I’m going to have to do tomorrow morning is recuse myself from the case.” There. I said it. How fucking embarrassing.
“What? Why do you have to do that?”
“What do you mean, why do I have to do that? What else can I do? We’re on opposing sides of a multi-million-dollar land dispute. I can’t, in good conscience, continue on the case after banging the opposition.”
“Of course you can. I would.”
“Well, sure, that’s because you don’t have a conscience.”
“That’s true, but also, there’s no reason for you to step down.” He huffed out a breath as he ran his fingers through his wet hair.
I stared at Rhett in disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “As a heart attack.”
I shook my head. “You really don’t get it, do you?”
“Oh, I get it alright,” he countered. “But there’s no issue here. You banging me this weekend doesn’t mean you’ve banged your morals out the window.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he held up a hand, effectively silencing me.
“As long as you can guarantee that you’ll still do everything in your power to win this case for your client, there’s no conflict of interest. You’re not compromised, Scarlett.”