Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“No, your honor.” Oath sits back down. I take a deep breath before telling the defendant what’s going to happen.
“Mr. Mills, in the state of Nevada, you have committed a felony offense. The evidence speaks for itself with the video surveillance as well as your fingerprints at the scene of the crime, plus your weapon that is registered to you. You will be sentenced to five years in prison. This is my final judgment. Thank you for your time and service.” My gavel hits the wood block, dismissing court. I close out my computer system and watch until Mr. Mills is taken into custody. This isn’t even my case to preside over. It’s Clark’s, and him roping me into taking over since my day was free, I’m beginning to think he studies everyone’s schedule so he can find some fool to pick up his slack, a game I won’t be playing anymore if he stops me in the hall to ask.
The only good part of the day is watching Eden. I talked more than I normally do in regard to making sure evidence was entered and having both lawyers approach the bench. And each time, my peripheral vision clocked the deep inhale of breath she’d take or the crossing and uncrossing of her legs, hiking the knee-length skirt up with each movement.
“Officer Perry,” I get Tyler’s attention. He walks toward me. There’s a way to get Eden in my chambers without it raising any suspicion, and my bailiff is the one who can make it happen.
“How can I help you, Judge Kavanaugh?” he replies, once he’s in front of the courtroom bench.
“I’m heading to my chambers. Please escort Miss Powers as well, so I can clarify a few things.” I stand up. Tyler nods in answer, coming around in order to open the door and do a sweep of my office just in case.
“I’ll be back with Miss Powers momentarily,” he tells me. I’m already taking off my robe, hanging it on a hook behind the door, then working my way to my desk, pulling my tie off along the way. I sit down in my chair, wake the computer up, and start sifting through work emails until Eden and Tyler are in my office.
That’s when the real fun is going to begin.
I’ve already cleared it with the courthouse that I’d be off limits, needing to take care of some administrative shit. My phone will be off, and my door will be locked.
“Judge Kavanaugh.” I could recognize that soft feathery voice anywhere. My focus is on her, watching as she walks closer to me. Tyler isn’t in here yet, still making sure everyone has cleared the court room before locking it down. I’ve got this completely set out. Now it’s time to put my plan into motion.
“Drop your bag, baby girl.” I sit back in my seat, watching as her bag she was wheeling in is dropped from her hand, and her suit jacket gets draped along the back of the two chairs sitting in front of my desk.
“Now what?” she questions, so impatient and always ready for whatever comes next. The trust Eden has in me, that she has in us, it’s the greatest gift possible.
“Strip for me. Everything except your shoes, Eden.” I’m eager for the show I’m about to receive, starting with her taking down her hair. The clip comes out, and she tosses it on the chair. Her hands slide to the bottom of her top, pulling it up and over her body. Her tits are wrapped in another set I purchased for her. Sheer lace appliqué flowers cover the cups, still showing off her distended nipples.
“Ah, you’re right on time,” I tell Tyler as he steps into my chambers, flicking the lock in place. “Don’t stop, baby girl. Give Tyler a show we both want.” Eden’s eyes become hooded in desire as her hands move to the back of her body.
“May I?” Tyler asks me instead of Eden. A nod is all I give him. The only noise in the room is her heavy breathing. The air is thick with desire, and I’m about to watch my woman come with another man’s hands on her body.
CHAPTER 14
Eden
I’m not sure whose heat I feel more—Samuel’s with his wicked gaze or Tyler’s with his large presence behind me as he pulls the zipper of my skirt down. My eyes never leave Kavanaugh’s. In this moment, he’s not Samuel. He’s the man who takes charge and gives me pleasure unlike I’ve ever experienced before.
“I wish you could see what I see, baby girl,” the man behind the desk states, mimicking the desire I’m sure is written all over my face as Tyler’s knuckles travel lower, gliding along the thin fabric between the globes of my ass.
“Step out, Eden,” Tyler commands, deep and throaty, as Kavanaugh moves from his chair. I shimmy my skirt the rest of the way down my body, doing as I’m told, bending over. “Son of a bitch,” a hiss leaves Tyler as his hands go to the cheek of my ass, cupping it while his thumb skims precariously close to the seam of my pussy. I can feel his hardness beneath the uniform he wears along my heated skin.