"Feeling any better?"

"Mmmmm," I hum under my breath, then nod.

"Are you?"

"Yes, it’s a dull headache now, but a lot better. It helps being in your arms."

I release a sated sigh and burrow myself into his chest. Being in James's arms is the only medicine I need.

"I would've come home sooner if you needed me."

Angling my chin up, I press my lips to his and feel his salt and pepper beard tickle my skin. I shake my head and say, "Not necessary. Everything okay at work?"

James hooks my knee with his hand and scoops my leg around his hip so that I'm partially laying over him. A little purr vibrates in the back of my throat at feeling the heat of his body warm mine. He lays his hand at the crest where my thigh and hip meet and gives me a good tug.

"It would be if this client of mine would get his act together. This kid doesn't seem to comprehend that he's facing life in prison. He thinks it’s a joke and figures since he's got my firm to rep him, he'll walk scot-free. Too bad it doesn't work like that."

"How old is he?"

"Seventeen."

"That's unfortunate," I say quietly. "Hopefully he'll come around. He only has so much time before he seals his future with bars."

James is quiet for a moment. I know he's stewing over the situation and that it bothers him. Attorneys are taught to leave their emotion at the door, but they’re humans too, and occasionally, a case gets to them.

"Yeah, I hope. I'd hate to see him wind up as another teen statistic, and that's the route he's going down."

I don't like the sound of hopelessness layering his words. James is a good man with a good heart. He’s constantly offering a helping hand to anyone who needs it. To see him troubled to this degree bothers me and causes this need to unfurl through me to take his mind off things.

My palm glides over his wide chest, feeling his strength beneath the expensive material. A fire burns inside of me at having someone like James—the strong and silent type—hold me like I'm the only thing that matters in this world.

Pressing into him, I roll against him until he's lying on his back. I rise to my knees and straddle his hips. I lean over and linger above his mouth, purposely arching my hips back with a sexual slide of my pussy. James grips me, his hands come to rest on my rounder hips.

"I heard you call out to Val when you walked in," I say, my voice taking on a huskier tone. I know what he needs, and I want to give it to him. James needs his mind taken off work and what he can't control. He needs someone to take the reins and make him forget his own name.

I'm that girl.

I reach for his black tie and slip my middle finger through the knot to loosen it, then pull it off completely. My touch searches for the black buttons of his dress shirt so I can remove it too.