Page 75 of Dirty Judge

He went deeper this time, faster this time, and before I knew it, I was succumbing to a second set of orgasmic waves and his teeth were grazing the back of my neck.

My body spasmed under him, and I felt him stiffening seconds later.

“Fuck…” He breathed, gently biting my skin. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes.” I nodded.

“Good.” He ran his hands up and down my thighs. “I’m going to let you go for just a second.”

I nodded, and he slowly pulled out of me, leaving me bereft.

My knees buckled and I nearly fell backward, but he grabbed me and spun me around to face him.

“You look like you need more.” He brushed strands of hair from off my face. “Is that true?”

“Yes…”

“You want it here again or in my private bedroom?”

“Both.”

“Good answer.”

SEQUESTRATION (N.):

THE ACT OF A JUDGE ISSUING AN ORDER THAT A JURY OR WITNESS BE SEQUESTERED (KEPT APART FROM OUTSIDE CONTACTS DURING TRIAL).

OLIVIA

Every muscle in my body was sore and begging me for relief.

Even my toes were exhausted from curling so much.

I was sitting in Liam’s lap and he was running his fingers through my hair.

“You should go home and get some rest,” he whispered against my skin.

“If I go to sleep, I might not wake up in time for work.”

“There are no arraignments for the rest of this week, remember?” he asked. “The court is on an official holiday.”

“Judge Ashton’s staff doesn’t get holidays…”

“He’ll make an exception for you.” He rubbed his palm against my back. Then he gently helped me to my feet.

He looked around the office for my dress and grabbed it, slowly helping me back into it before getting dressed himself.

“I’ll drive you home,” he said, pressing his hand against the small of my back.

He led me through a private exit I’d never seen before, holding me steady.

When we reached the parking lot, we stared at the cement truck that was blocking his rental.

“I can drive,” I said. “I’m fine.”

“I would like to go home, too.”

“That’s what I meant.” I blushed. “I was offering to drive you.”