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The shower door opens and Cat is suddenly between me and the wall, in front of me, and I swear the woman read my mind. “Asshole,” she says, and I’m instantly hard as fuck and ready to fuck. I cup her head and kiss the hell out of her, rolling one of those pretty pink nipples of hers in my fingers, but she pushes away from me, and holy hell, she’s on her knees and my cock is in her mouth.
She sucks me like she’s on life support and she needs this, when I’m the one who needs it. I need her. I’ve never needed like this, but I don’t fight it. That’s the thing. I have always known what I want, and I’ve never let any obstacle stop me from getting it. I’ve needed. I’ve taken. I’ve wanted but I don’t remember, out of any of my desires, dreams, and goals, wanting like I want this woman. She completes a circle that was always incomplete.
I watch her taking me in her mouth, licking me, and oh yeah, I feel her. I tell myself that if I were perfect, I wouldn’t come in her mouth. But I’m not perfect, and I do. I come the fuck in her mouth and she doesn’t care. I decide she’s the one who’s perfect. The kind of perfect a man marries and feels damn lucky he’s the guy who got her. Because he’s not perfect at all.
Flash forward, and I’m not in that shower anymore. I’m walking into the courthouse in my lucky suit, intent on ending this trial today, and I can still feel her mouth on my cock. I’m pretty sure that’s the luckiest feeling a man takes with him anywhere he goes. With that luck on my side, my first order of business is to confiscate a room and hold a short meeting with Elsa and Richard, where we recap our plan for court. “As we’ve discussed,” I say, “I’m going to call Geneva Marks first. Elsa will keep Kelli out of the courtroom on the pretense of prepping for her time on the stand.” I look at Richard. “You’ll bring Kelli in when I finish with Geneva.”
“Got it,” he says.
I glance between them both. “Let’s do this.”
I exit the room and cross the hall to the conference room where my client awaits, only to find Kelli sitting with her husband. Kelli is the star today though. She just doesn’t know it. She’s wearing a low-cut turquoise top, her fake but impressive breasts exposed. It’s a good choice for the day I put her on the stand. Of course, she thinks that she will be on the stand next week.
Nelson, on the other hand, looks reserved, and I set my briefcase on the table. Elsa and Richard join us and remain standing. I press my hands to the table.
“You’re up today, Kelli,” I say.
She sits up straight. “What? No. You said next week.”
“What’s going on, Reese?” Nelson asks, sounding concerned, and looking professional as always in a navy-blue suit and tie.
“To end this story,” I say, “I’m closing today.”
Nelson stands up. “Today?”
“Yes,” I say. “Today.”
“What about the character witnesses?” he asks.
“The prosecution has a bombshell waiting on us,” I say. “Let’s not keep hunting for it. Let’s get your wife on the stand and let’s get you back to your normal life.”
“You think we’re going to get an acquittal?” he asks.
“A jury is never a sure thing,” I say. “But in theory, we’ve proven reasonable doubt. Kelli can help seal the deal.”
“What are you going to ask me?” Kelli asks, standing now as well.
“Elsa is going to spend some time prepping you this morning,” I say, knowing very well that my questions won’t resemble Elsa’s, but that’s the plan. “You’ll be called midmorning, after which I’ll rest my case, and we’ll close this afternoon. Unless the judge decides closing will be Monday, which I doubt he will. He wants the jurors to go home, if they can go home.” I turn and exit the room, and yes, I’m nervous. I’m always nervous for closing, my adrenaline pumping, and that’s a dangerous feeling that can be distracting if not reeled in.
Fifteen minutes later, I walk into the courtroom and, as always, my attention gravitates to Cat. I find her in her normal spot, her notebook in hand, her beautiful blonde hair pinned primly at her nape. And there is nothing hotter than a schoolteacher image in public who saves her wild side for me. Fuck. I’m crazy about this woman, and rather than distracting me, there is something about her being here that helps me center that adrenaline. It’s the damnedest thing.
I take my spot at the table, and it’s not long until Richard joins me and Dan appears at his table. Soon, the judge and jury are in place and the day is set to begin. I call Geneva Marks, Nelson’s secretary, a pretty thirty-something brunette dressed in a blue suit dress. She’s sworn in and states her name, and I start with softball questions.
“How long have your worked for Nelson Ward?”
“Five years.”
“How well do you know him?”
“I know more about him than probably even his wife.”
“Based on that statement, is he a man of honor?”
“Objection,” Dan shouts. “Leading.”
I rephrase. “What is your assessment of his character?”
“One of the best men I’ve ever known. Honest, kind, generous. Smart.”
