A/N - I am most curious if any of you guys figured out who this was prior to the big reveal.

Chapter Twenty-Four: You Could Be Mine

Mystery Male and Unidentified Female
Legal Office
Date and Time Unknown

"You know, this wasn't quite what I had in mind when I said I wanted you to be working under me tonight." She leaned back against the desk and crossed her long legs, flashing a sultry grin as she watched him undo the buttons of his shirt, one by one, with painstaking slowness.

"The hell it wasn't," he growled, casting the garment aside. He strode purposefully towards her and yanked her up into a fully standing position, forcefully grabbing her by the waist. His fingers roughly untucked her blouse from her skirt and slid underneath the silk, gripping her around her back, his nails digging slightly into her skin. Since he was normally so tender with her, the abruptness was startling at first, but only for a moment. Then she realized she was turned on by this rarely seen side of him, by this slightly untamed, animalistic side that nobody else was ever privy to see.

His eyes were stormy as he heaved her against his body.

"You knew damn well what you wanted to happen when you said you wanted to meet tonight. There are no witnesses around, so you can cease your foolish little games now. They may work with him, but not me. Never me."

She felt her pulse quicken at the undertone of anger lacing his words, despite the obvious evidence of his desire pressing up against her. There was a hint of grim determination lurking in his eyes as he yanked her blouse off over her head, not even bothering with undoing the tiny buttons. He deftly snapped open the clasp of her bra with just the flick of one finger, so that she was completely bared to him from the waist up. Then he jerked her to him once more, crushing her against his firm pecs before plunging his tongue between her panting lips.

The unrelenting plundering caught her off-guard, and she jerked her head away, panting slightly, both from wantonness and the urge to suddenly catch her breath.

"You haven't been kissed in a while, have you?"

Oh God, it can't be that obvious.

"That's none of your business."

"Yes, it is my business. And I'm making it priority business."

Hot, surging need slammed into her at the possessiveness in his tone. His grip tightened on her, quieting her denial.

"Don't lie to me, woman. You haven't been laid properly in a while either, have you?"

"No, but I don't want you," she grit out, hating his arrogance, and herself even more for still wanting him nonetheless.

Good God, he's like a sexually charged nuclear weapon about to detonate me.

"Don't be petulant," he whispered softly, smoothing a hand down her hair. "Do you want me to ravage you?"

Her chest tingled from the sensation of being rubbed against the hair on his broad chest.

She'd never experienced anything like this before; the way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.

"You can't deny this tension between us." His voice was deathly sexy, his breath a warm gust of air against her throat as he nuzzled her. "This is as much for you as it is for me – for us. I have to get you out of my system. We'll play whatever game you want during daytime hours, but we'll have our own game. Just ours, which nobody else will ever know about. Do you understand me?"

Please excuse me, but my brain is in a fog of lust and I can't think straight.

"What? You mean right here? Right now . . . ?"

"Right here." Her muscles start quivering as he reached between their bodies and she heard the unbuckling of his belt. "Right now."

"Have you been thinking about this for a long time now?" She swallowed back a moan when he bit the side of her neck and rasped "Yes," as if answering himself.

He nibbled down her neck to her shoulder. It felt so good, she arched for him.

He smiled against her skin because of course, he knew – they both knew – she was beyond fired-up and aching for him. Lord help her, but his tantalizing lips against her heated skin felt so good… However, her pride was smarting because she was turned on so easily, despite his goading, macho act. She wanted to fight the yearning he made her feel, and put her hands on his shoulders, battling within herself and gathering the strength she required to push him away.

But then she realized . . . Who am I kidding? He's right – despite my better judgement, I do want him as much as he wants me. This tension we've had between us all this time has been driving me insane! He owes me this. He damn well should pleasure me until I can't get enough!

So she grabbed the back of his head and start kissing him again, groaning softly when he did the same, his mouth taking control of hers, his tongue working its magic on her.

Then the next thing she knew, he had backed her against the wall and was kissing her hard. Harder than he'd ever kissed her before. But she was kissing him back with just as much fervor, moaning from pleasure as she raked her nails down the bare skin of his back. She was aware of so many things. Of the sleeping security guard down the hall. Of the hum of the lights and the faint whir of the air conditioning. And the delicious feel of his body as he pressed her against the wall. Of the way she was standing on tiptoe so he could reach her mouth. And especially of the way their mouths clung together and the feel of his tongue against hers and the faint scrape of his teeth as he nibbled her bottom lip.

He pulled off of her, gasping for breath, his arms pinning her to his body as his other hand wrapped around, jerking up her skirt and exposing her French-cut lace panties. A grin stretched across his face.

"Are those for me or him?"

She didn't answer, just continued to look at him challengingly, her chest still heaving.

"Take them off."

"If you want me so badly, take them off yourself," she huskily replied, still clinging to her pride.

He laughed darkly. His hips moved against her body in a punishing roll that made her gasp, and he groaned at the stimulation as though he could get off just dry-humping her.

"Do as I say, damn you."

She didn't respond, but instead grabbed the back of his neck and jerked him towards her so she could nip his ear, but he pulled back, his intense gaze boring into hers.

"Answer me! Answer me while I make you mine, right here – and make you scream so loud that anyone walking by will hear you."

"Make me," she whispered, a challenge in her tones.

His hand tightened around her waist at the words, his eyes holding hers with a fierce look as he listened to her words.

"Make me scream your name." Her daring teal eye met his. They were tortured grey, cloudy with arousal, latent with passion. "Make me your slut, right here and now, and send me back to him with your scent all over me."

He groaned, pushing her back against the wall.

"Jesus Christ, woman," he groaned, shoving upward, his hard thighs pinioning her to the wall. "What are you doing to me?"

"Make me scream," she grit out, her teal eyes meeting his stormy gaze; tortured grey, cloudy with arousal, latent with need. "Make me scream it so loud that you rock that man right out of my system."

His breath labored now, his hands finding her face and bringing her mouth to his.

"Damn you, woman!" He gasped. "You are mine. Only mine." His breath ragged, his hands found her face and brought her mouth to his for a scorching kiss before pulling at her long brown hair, tilting her head back, and then lifting his lips off hers so she could see his mussed dark hair and intense expression. "I'm going to send you back to him with the scent of me all over you."

"You are mine," he gutted out, pumping into her, the length and level of his arousal brutal. "Mine," he swore, as he released her mouth and turned her around so she could see her reflection in the dark office window, leaning over her desk as he stood behind her.

His dark hair was mussed, mouth open, and intensity over his face. His reflection pulled at her long brown hair, tilting her head back, and she found his eyes on hers reflected in the window.

"Do you like what you see?" His words were terse, thick. "You like knowing that you need to keep running to me with open arms and legs because he can never satisfy you as I do?"

She couldn't answer, so he spun her around so they face to face again, his eyes boring into hers.

He put his mouth close to her ear, so she could feel the fiery heat of his breath and his words.

"Tell me you want me to take you." His words were terse, thick. He was conflicted but unignorably roused at the same time, his breathing ragged. "Admit that you crave me! That you need me to keep making love to you because you know that he can never give it to you as good as I can!"

He bucked his hips against hers, his lips buried in her throat while his hands roamed feverishly over her body. She melted against him, unable to speak, unable to breathe – she was so caught up in the electric sensations of pleasure jolting through her at the expert, teasing touch of his hands.

"Tell me you don't want me to stop." He put his mouth close to her ear, so she could feel the fiery heat of his breath and his words. "Tell me you want me."

"Please, don't stop!" She gasped, arching against him, desperate to have him - all of him. "I want you! I need you!"

"Tell me to take you, Lana Skye."

She smiled and complied. They were back in the territory she understood.

"You didn't say my name. Say my name when you tell me to take you."

"Take me hard, and take me now, Miles Edgeworth."

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Stevie Wonder - Part-Time Lover

Guns N' Roses - You Could Be Mine

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