Running her own law firm came with many perks. From making her own decisions to being able to have a flexible schedule, it just all felt so good.

Oh and of course, she gets to have you around whenever and wherever she wants. Hell, you don't even work here. But all of the other associates and assistants know your name by heart now. Leigh's secretary even knows your lunch order.

HR can kiss her ass by the way. She makes the rules here.

“Stop fidgeting.”

Deep wine red coloured nails dig into your side, a silent reminder that she was trying to work and she'd appreciate it if you didn't act like a brat for two damn seconds.

But its hard, oh so hard when your girlfriend has been denying you for days on end because she's stuck on some big case. Its infuriating for your dumb little brain that thinks you're the only thing she should pay attention to. Duh.

“Don't make me tell you again, babygirl.”

The whine that leaves your lips is pathetic as you bury your face into her shoulders. At this point you're fully considering just ripping her fancy suit off. She's wearing the custom one too. With her last name Rowans emblazoned just near the collar.

Consequences be damned.

her legs were long and folded, you ontop, due to her 6’3 stature. the way her long,black, neat iron curls dropped over her shoulders and framed her slim face. Pale hands, warm and gentle on your skin. Dark lips in a tight line as she held back the urge to scold you once more.