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)
“Well then, I guess you better kiss me, Judge Kavanaugh.” I put the ball in his court, ready to see if he’ll do anything to hold me over until he finally gets in bed with me.
“I guess I better, except now you’re too far away, and that won’t do.” Samuel takes his time, bringing his chair closer to me, hands going to each ankle until my legs are no longer crossed and he’s sliding them up while simultaneously gliding his big hands up my limbs, taking the fabric with him as he does until I’m planted in his lap with my skirt back around my waist. “That’s what I wanted to see. Fuck, this is a pretty sight, Eden.” His eyes are locked on my pussy, thumbs so close to where my inner thighs and core meet that I can feel the heat of their presence.
“Samuel.” My hips rock on their own. Desperation in my voice. He holds me steady, not allowing me to get off. Sometimes, I could really curse how easily he withholds himself from me until he’s well and truly ready. Other times, I want to throw myself at his feet with the way he plays my body like only he can do.
“Lips, baby girl.” Finally, he gives me what I want, pulling me close until we’re pelvis against pelvis. The rough ridge of his bulge along with his zipper makes me ache for more. When our mouths meet, Samuel takes over like he does in every aspect of our sex life, leading the way, coaxing me with a flick of his tongue, invading me the way we both get off on. My hands grip his hair, holding on as I arch further into him, thinking I’ll get a kiss and an orgasm. No such luck. He abruptly ends our kiss. “Not yet, and don’t even think about using your fingers to take the edge off. I want you ready to explode the second I slide inside your tight wet cunt.” He brushes a kiss along my lips one last time. I pout. After being on edge all day, an hour or so feels like an eternity.
“Then I won’t keep you.” He helps me off his lap, ever the gentleman, copping a feel of my ass as he tugs my skirt back in place.
“See you soon, Eden.” I give him one last look. He isn’t unaffected either. His cock is harder than ever. We’ll both be coming multiple times tonight. Of this, I have no doubt.
“Soon.” I grab my bag and roll it behind me, using the door that leads out to the employees only area, thankful that no one is around. It’s not unheard of for court reporters to go over work with their assigned judge. The hardest part would be hiding the rapidly beating of my heart, the blush I’m sure is covering my cheeks, or the way I know I’m quaking from the inside out.
CHAPTER 6
Kavanaugh
Finally, I pull into the garage later than I anticipated. Of course, Clark stopping me only fifteen minutes after Eden left my chambers derailed me getting home earlier. I could throttle the old crotchety asshole. Any other judge would take his case next week for one of his appointments. Why he’s asking me after I’ve done him more favors than I should, I have no idea. All I knew was that in order to move things along, it took me agreeing and for him to hem and haw for another ten minutes, blathering about the weather, how he needs his prostate checked, and that he’s contemplating retiring after this year. Like I said, no one needed to know all of that, especially out in public on a Friday when all anyone wants to do at the courthouse is get the fuck out of there.
An hour, that’s how long I’ve been away from Eden. Too damn long. And if Clark delayed me to where she’s asleep in my bed, I’m going to be pissed, which I already am at myself. I should have walked away when he called my name. Too much of a schmuck is what I was to him. I shut down my car and close the garage door behind me. Eden’s is in the space next to my own, and I like that more than I ever thought possible. I’ve got one thing on my mind, and that’s getting inside. It doesn’t take me long to move out of the garage and into the laundry room, where I step out of my shoes and socks, wanting to be light on my feet and Eden to be unaware when I round the corner and see her in my bed. My tie was the first thing that went after I left my office. The judge in me is out of the office. If for some reason I’m needed for an emergency hearing, that’s the only way I’ll be working this weekend. It’s not even my weekend to be on-call; it still doesn’t stop a few attorneys from calling in favors from time to time. I make my way toward my room. It was smart of me to purchase a single-story house when it came on the market in a new development. Everything was built to my specifications—taller kitchen cabinets, a massive walk-in shower with a built-in bench, and the pool was all done before I moved in. I’m lucky Eden and I are reaping the rewards of all three of those, me taking her on the kitchen island at the perfect height, the shower where we’ve had sex numerous times, her sitting on the bench while sucking my cock, her front pressed against the cold tile as I fuck her, and the pool. Goddamn, the pool has to be my favorite of all. Eden naked, the water glistening along her skin in the sunlight. Another added bonus to this development is that houses are spread far apart. No other two-stories homes are allowed to be built. The privacy fence is all we need, and even then, it’s more of a just-in-case than a necessity.