Fitzgerald was not the man he would hire if he had any choice, but desperate clients in desperate circumstances do desperate things.“Ed has a case h...e is hoping we can help him with,” Tolan said.The “we” meant Steven, and his blood began to race because it must mean a trial.“I’m the attorney for, and close friend of, Samantha Wheatmore,” Jameson began, pausing to let the name sink in.Samantha Wheatmore’s husband, the billionaire Stewart Peabody Wheatmore, had been found in the stables of the. As we only had a couch and two comfortable chairs, Michael sat on a folding chair by the door and I sat on a guy’s lap on the couch. It was not long before I felt hands touching my legs, hips and tummy, and soon my tits, and before long my blouse and bra were removed and I knew it was time to head for the bedroom or I would be getting laid right on the living room floor. Not that there would be anything wrong with that.It is hard to describe the immense feeling of sexiness that I experience. She broke the kiss, removed her hand from me, and looked me in eyes. ‘Fuck me.’ I leapt over the table and put her body against mine as we kissed hotly. I pushed her against a white board. I tried for her jacket but she pushed me away, I stood once again shocked as she slowly took her jacket down her arms and let it drop on the floor. What was revealed was a sexy black and purple polka dot Victoria Secret bra. All the while keeping her eyes on me. Maybe I hadn’t emphasised Miss Fay’s body. “You could always disqualify yourself and win the bet by fucking me,” I suggested. “Give up twenty fortunes in one lifetime to win a meaningless bet with you!” she snapped. “Nice try though,” she said, and stomped off to the back of the boat to be alone. The man in the suit was waiting for us as we entered the main hall of the mansion. I had ridden Khun’s ass – figuratively speaking – the whole walk back from the dock about losing the bet. I could tell she hated to ever fail at a.