Devin-2 by Kathi S. Barton

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    Caroline also told him that she liked Ronnie and thought they would suit as partners. When she winked at him, Devin wasn’t sure if she meant law partners or personally. He decided not to ask.
    Then when he had shown up just as Ronnie was leaving, Caroline had handed him two of the four cases he had coming up and relayed what Ronnie had told her about the information she had found for each case. He wondered, not for the first time, why everyone assumed that he was always the bad guy.
    Veronica had gone over each case, made extensive notes in her neat handwriting, and put all the case references on sticky notes about previous rulings and case studies. They were meticulous and orderly. Her notes were concise and, with them, he knew he would have no problems winning both cases.

    When she graduated, she was going to be a foe to contend with, he thought, already realizing she would not work for him. He smiled when he thought about being on opposite sides with her and knew that he would have to be on his best game when he did. If he was not, she would rip him to shreds.
    Devin got up and threw another log on the fire and thought about the flames that had sparked from her eyes when she had come the other night. His cock hardened at the thought of her screams as she released and the way she had laid on his shoulder sated.
    Her body was so responsive and she held nothing back when she came. He had gotten the most pleasure he had ever had with a woman watching her, her face flushed with need, her nipples poking hard against her blouse. When he had nuzzled her breast and found it unfettered from a bra, he had nearly thrown her on the seat and ripped the material from her skin. Biting her had made her fall over the edge and watching her shudder and spasm over and over had nearly been the end of him as well.
    But her face was what had captured him; her eyes had darkened to almost black and her cheeks had flushed to a bright red. The sweat trickling down her cheek had even been sexy to him. He wished then that he had tasted her, ran his tongue deep into her heat. He wanted to know if her cream was as delicious as it smelled, heavy and spicy wet.
    Christ, he thought, he was hard again and no relief in sight unless he wanted to take care of it himself. But he knew that it would be less than satisfying, a relief short lived, and that was all. He wanted to bury himself inside of her, deep, hard and slow. He wanted her to come over his cock, this time so that he could feel her juices flow over him. Devin groaned when he thought about her body, her small frame, long legs, full breasts and hard nipples. His cock ached and he had to adjust himself again before he sat down and hurt himself.
    At one-thirty in the morning, he went up to bed. He thought about taking a cold shower, but simply went to bed instead. It was a long day tomorrow and a shower did not sound very conducive to getting to sleep immediately. So Devin went to bed disappointed, hard, and pissed. He tossed and turned most of the night when he was not dreaming of a beautiful woman with deep purple eyes and pouty, full lips.

    ~CHAPTER 9~
    Thanksgiving preparations were in full swing when Devin finally stumbled downstairs at noon. His mother gave him a reproachful look, but said nothing as he poured himself some coffee and waited at the counter for the caffeine to kick in. But his brothers were not so kind.
    From the time Spencer started digging him until just before dinner Devin was the subject of every jibe and poke they could think of. He had been in a horrific mood before he had come down, and by night, he was ready to murder any and all of them.
    When Nicky leaned over as he was fixing a plate for his son and asked Devin about his plans for the charity event the next evening, Devin nearly snarled at him, but one look from his mother and he decided that he had better hold his tongue.
    “Shit! I forgot about it. I guess I have to go stag. Mom is going to make me pay for