One Night Only / No Strings. JC Harroway

away, adjusting his rapidly diminishing hard-on, which recoiled at both the bitter memories of his fight with Hal and the reality that he barely knew this woman he couldn’t seem to leave alone.

      ‘What? We’re done?’

      He turned back and offered a single, decisive nod. End it now. With his sanity and dignity intact, his fresh start still tenable and his principles only slightly grubby.

      For the longest beat she stared, her expression neutral but her eyes stormy. Wordlessly she skirted him as if he were a shark and walked to his bed. She collected the file he’d tossed there earlier and returned to stand in front of him.

      ‘So, counsellor—’ she blatantly eyed the bulge in his jeans ‘—the defence rests?’

      His fingers curled into fists to stop himself from kissing her sassy mouth once more. Pissed at him and flushed from her orgasm, she was even more breathtaking.

      He ground his jaw clenched. ‘I think it’s best.’ He’d never needed his attorney poker face more.

      She barked a humourless snort. ‘Don’t worry. I may not be an expert at casual sex, but I am an expert at surviving rejection.’

       What the fuck...?

      She pressed the file to his chest, holding it there until his hand replaced hers.

      ‘This needs to be scanned by six.’ She slid one last look down his torso to his still-hard dick. ‘Have a good evening.’

      And she left.