Legal Briefs (Lawyers in Love) by N.M. Silber Page A

Adler, I want to put my arm around you. Am I going to sustain bodily injury?” he asked.
    “Are you putting it around my neck? If not, then you’re probably safe.”
    “Just for the record, I’ve never felt the urge to spoon with anyone before.”
    “Just for the record, I’m tired.” I felt him move over and lay behind me, draping his arm around my waist. I snuggled back against him. It was the nicest way I had ever fallen asleep.

Chapter Nine
    Against all odds, I slept soundly. At some point, I was having a very vivid erotic dream about Adam. We were making love slowly, and I was enjoying the feeling of his warmth and his weight on top of me. Suddenly a buzzer went off in my dream and we both stopped moving and looked around in confusion. I couldn’t figure out where the sound was coming from, but I wanted it to stop. It wouldn’t stop, though, and little by little, I began to shed the layers of sleep as consciousness rose to the surface. I sensed pressure and movement against my body, and as my eyes fluttered open, I realized that I was sleeping on my back with Adam draped over me like a blanket, one arm and one leg encompassing me protectively and his weight partially resting on me.
    “Adam?” I said sleepily. “What’s that sound?”
    “Door buzzer,” he answered, groggily. Suddenly, something must have occurred to him, because he shot up in bed and grabbed a bedside clock. “Oh fuck!” He vaulted out of bed just as I heard voices in his living room calling him.
    “Adam! Are you still asleep? Get up! We’re going to be late!”
    “Is that your sister, Sarah?” I asked, stunned.
    “It’s probably my whole fucking family,” he answered, looking panicked. “My cousin’s Bar Mitzvah is today and they were stopping by to pick me up.”
    “Oh God. This is awkward.”
    “It’s more than awkward. I’ve never had a woman stay over here before, let alone a nice well-educated Jewish girl from my neighborhood. They’re going to start planning our wedding.”
    “Adam, don’t worry,” I answered, trying to sound reassuring. “I can just wait until …”
    “Adam, do you have company?” It was another of his sisters, Abby, the one closest to us in age. She sounded both amazed and amused.
    “I’ll be right out. I’m running late. Hold on!” He started searching frantically through a closet and pulled out one of his suits. “Quick! Get dressed!” he ordered.
    “Adam, just go and …”
    “Too late. Abby knows you well enough to recognize your voice and she’s not stupid. I think you’re my date for a Bar Mitzvah.”
    I got up quickly and immediately found my clothes. Without even thinking I grabbed my bra, turned my back to him and pulled his T-shirt over my head, thus giving him a clear shot of my ass in my pretty pink silk and lace undies. I wasn’t sure if he was looking, though. I heard a groan. He was looking.
    “Mind your own business,” I chided over my shoulder and got my bra hooked, grabbing a stocking and sitting down on a chair to put it on.
    “Just tell me when it’s okay to look,” he said, sounding stressed.
    “Okay,” I answered and he turned around, giving him a clear shot of me sitting in my bra and panties easing a thigh high stocking up my leg.
    “Oh fuck,” he moaned, sounding miserable.
    “What are you doing?” I demanded.
    “You said okay.” His eyes were fixed on my legs and his appreciation was evident from across the room.
    “I was acknowledging your request! Adam, you’ve got a, um, an issue,” I said, glancing down at the impressive bulge in his sweat pants.
    “Oh shit, this isn’t happening,” he said, starting to pace.
    “Adam, just get dressed and think about baseball or something,” I hissed.
    “Adam, honey, it’s getting late.” It was his mom. Apparently, hearing your mom’s voice can work even better than thinking about baseball.
    “We’re coming!” he called back.
    “Did he say we?” his mom asked someone in a quieter