Page 50 of Legal Seduction

She was no longer mousy Bette Monroe.

She was the siren he’d called her.

And she wanted him to feel what she was feeling. She wanted him to have feelings for her, too. So she pulled him down on top of her and pressed kisses to his chest and his shoulders and onto his washboard abs that rippled beneath her touch.

“Bette...”

“You’re the beautiful one,” she said.

Of course he didn’t deny it. He couldn’t not know how handsome he was. He’d undoubtedly used his looks when he’d conned those people with his father and with his friends when they’d all been struggling to survive on the streets.

And even though he’d claimed he’d stopped conning people, she worried that he was conning her now. Not into believing she was beautiful and sexy; she felt he was sincere about that. But she couldn’t help but think he’d been trying to make her fall for him.

He joined their bodies again, driving his shaft inside her. She clung to him, riding him as he drove them both to insanity. The orgasm shuddered through her body, more powerful than any even he had given her before.

And she knew she was in trouble, that she was getting in deep...