The Pecker Briefs by Sawyer Bennett
Series: The Legal Affairs Series #7
Published by Self Published on 4/17/18
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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I never thought a pecker would get me in so much trouble.
I mean, sure… if you’re talking about a certain anatomical feature of mine that the ladies just love. Given my bachelor status and appreciation for all things curvy and feminine, I could absolutely see that. But a different pecker is making my life much harder than it needs to be.
My name is Ford Daniels, partner at the law firm of Knight & Payne, and my latest case has me wading through the finer points of peckers—woodpeckers that is. Specifically, the red-cockaded woodpecker. I swear, I can’t make this stuff up but that’s what the sexy-as-hell blonde chained to a tree told me this morning.
Her name is Viveka Jones and she is so much more than a pretty face. She’s got wit, charm, and razor-sharp smarts. Turns out my client is looking to bulldoze the red-cockaded woodpecker’s natural habitat in favor of a multimillion-dollar subdivision and the sexy attorney with legs for days (and days), just happens to be counsel for an animal rights group looking to put a halt to construction.
My client’s pissed, but all I can think about is getting Viveka across the table from me. And then on the table underneath me. Perhaps up against the wall. And then—
Well, let’s just say when it’s all said and done, I’m hoping the red-cockaded woodpecker isn’t the only pecker that gets some attention from Miss Viveka Jones.
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A gleam enters Ford’s eyes. His voice goes low and husky. “You have toys? Excellent. We’ll talk about those later and in more depth, but I have to ask… how do you feel about sex now?”
I don’t think he’s angling for compliments, but I decide to keep on the straight and narrow and give him my full honesty. “You have to know you’re completely different. I mean, you heard the sounds I make right?”
He slides in closer to me, his voice going even lower. His hand comes up to rest on my hip. “Tell me exactly what it is you like about what I do to you?”
My throat feels tight and closed off, but I manage to ask him, “Why?”
My legs practically buckle when he says, “So I can give you more of it. I like pleasuring you, V.”
I suck in a sharp breath through my nose, and let it slide out slowly between my teeth. My voice is barely a whisper. “I like that you’re so in control. I like that you do what you want and somehow seem to know it’s exactly what I like. It’s the control you have over me I like, and I’m not sure what that says about me.”
“It doesn’t say anything particular about you. You like what you like, and I like that you like it.”
He leans in and brushes his lips along my jaw. “Your pancakes are gonna burn.”
I startle and turn toward the griddle, lifting the edge of a pancake to check. They are perfect and ready to come off.
Ford chuckles as he steps away from me, and I plate up the food for both of us. We walk over to the small kitchen table on the other side of the butcher block island and settle in to eat and sip at our coffee.
“Okay, I’m going to ask you something I swear to God has nothing to do with inflating my ego. But you said you like the control I have over you. I’m just wondering… your ex-husband was a surgeon, which means he’s probably confident and has a healthy ego. I guess I’m curious—as sort of a human study—why he didn’t take care of you in the bedroom?”
I spread butter over my pancakes. “Well, Adam as a surgeon was definitely in control and confident, but he was also meticulous and efficient. You translate how that might work out with sex.”
“He never saw to your needs, did he?” Ford asks, but he doesn’t even need the answer. The question was absolutely rhetorical.
I put my knife down and look at the gorgeous man sitting across from me while we have a completely naked conversation about my previous love life. “I didn’t know I had needs to be honest. Not until that first night with you when I was getting ready to leave. The way you dragged your finger up the inside of my thigh, and I don’t know… I just ached. I actually hurt from the need that consumed me, and I had never felt it before.”
Ford’s face softens, yet his eyes seem to blaze with heat over the memory. His voice causes me to shiver. “You shoved my hand between your legs. It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.”
My voice goes to a whisper. “I needed something, and I never knew it until then.”
“Did I give it to you?” he asks me softly.
“I’ll give it to you any time you ask me to, V.” His eyes reflect the same promise as his words.
I nod, knowing I will ask him for it. I’ll also give it to him.
“I’ll do the same for you,” I say.
Ford gives me a sexy grin and points his fork at me. “Looking forward to it.”
I stare at him in fascination from the way he can so easily bounce between serious sex talk and mischievous teasing. With a slight tilt of my head that’s swimming with curiosity, I ask, “What is this? Between us, I mean.”
“It’s definitely not a one-night stand,” Ford says, and I’m relieved he doesn’t seem perturbed. “I want to keep seeing you, and I hope you feel the same.”
“And the fact that you and I have a case against each other?” I ask.
“We agree to leave that out of our relationship.”
The tingles ripple up my spine over the word relationship. It’s not a word that has been important to me for a very long time unless my friendship with Frannie and my love for my animals counts. I’m still amazed how quickly my life has changed in just a few days. Who knew the thought of a relationship with a man like Ford is something that would appeal to me?
I also remember I’m dealing with a man who self-admittedly will want to move on from me at some point. I know I’ll end up getting hurt, yet it doesn’t scare me away.
About the Author
Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released multiple books, many of which have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists.
A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.
Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active daughter, as well as full-time servant to her adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or even better, both.
Sawyer also writes general and women’s fiction under the pen name S. Bennett and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.