his scent surrounding me made for a sensation filled combination. The long powerful strokes did their job in bringing my body to the edge and it was only a few more deep plunges before his eyes clenched shut and his release surged into me, sending sparks of pleasure rippling through my body, setting off my own release. With shaking arms, he let his body slip from mine and collapsed on the bed next to me. We were both panting heavily, trying to catch our breaths.
When our bodies had cooled down a bit, Nate turned his head on the pillow, watching me. I didn’t give him long before I rolled over and tucked my body against his. His hand shifted from my waist to my hair, twisting it between his fingers. After a few minutes of silence, Nate cleared his throat.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world, and I can’t wait to call you my wife.”
I moved my gaze to his face and smiled. “I love you, Nate. And I can’t wait to call myself Mrs. Danielle Lewis.”
He placed a small kiss on my forehead. “I love you too. Now go to sleep. I have plans for you this weekend.”
I knew he wouldn’t tell me what his plans were if I asked, so I did as I was told and in no time fell into a deep sleep, full of the most amazing dreams.
Sometimes in life there are moments when someone else knows what you need better than you do.
“Danielle, we’ve been very impressed with your performance these last two months,” said Mr. Brunell, one of the senior partners of the law office.
“Thank you, Mr. Brunell.”
“Please, Danielle, call me Alec.”
“Okay, Alec,” I said, proud of the fact I was able to keep the tremor from my voice. My nerves were playing tricks on me and Alec’s office seemed much smaller than normal as I sat across from his desk, waiting to find out why he’d called me in to his office in the first place.
“Up to this point, you’ve handled cases that could be resolved outside of the courtroom.” I nodded, the butterflies in my stomach taking flight. “Some of those cases had the potential to get ugly, yet you kept everyone focused and settled things in a positive way for our clients. In light of this, the other partners and I would like to give you more responsibility.”
“Thank you. What else would you like me to do?”
He picked up a file on his desk and handed it over to me. “This is a case Tina Wickers has been working on. We’d like you to sit in as co-counsel. Tina will still lead, however since this case will be going to trial, we think that this could be a valuable learning opportunity for you. Once you’ve worked a few trial cases we’ll be able to put you on the trial rotation for the firm.”
With my pulse beating rapidly through my body I flipped opened the folder, trying to hide the shaking of my hands. This was everything I’d wanted when I decided to become a lawyer—although, I’d never expected to be put on trial cases so soon, even as a co-counsel/assistant.
The case was a contentious divorce, in which the husband and wife were arguing over every single piece of their lives together, including custody of the children. Neither was willing to compromise, which had only succeeded in drawing out the process for an obscene length of time. Divorces weren’t exactly my favorite thing to handle—I hated to think of people falling out of love, especially since Nate and I had made it as far as we had—but this case was going to trial, and I needed that kind of experience if I was going to be able to focus on the cases that I wanted to. Now, the custody case was more in my comfort zone, a place where I didn’t have to worry about two people’s love for each other, just their love for their children. The details of the case were quickly taking over my focus, to the point I had to give myself a mental shake to concentrate on the conversation at hand.
“I’ll familiarize myself with the details of the case and see Tina as soon as possible.”
“Take your time. Tina’s not expecting
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