cotton of her panties—so much sexier than the lace I expected. And, like the lip of her mouth, she gasped as I ran my finger up and down the crotch of them, a moment before I moved the thin material aside and plunged my finger inside her pussy.
“Ohhh,” she called out loud, enough for me to lean my weight against her, covering her mouth with my free hand. I wasn’t sure if she had locked the door, but the last thing I needed was someone walking in and ruining our fun.
She wasn’t just wet, she was dripping. I worked another finger into her tight canal and licked her ear lobe while she bit the inside of my hand.
“Even now,” I whispered in her ear. “So easy to read…”
I would have loved to fuck her brains out right then and there, but a knock on the door pulled me away from her.
“Mr. Scott, you have court in thirty minutes—”
I swallowed hard, trying to be amused as I watched Violet struggle to pull her skirt back down, but only feeling pained instead. I took my anger out on the shadow outside my door instead. “Go away!”
By the time I looked back at her, the moment was gone, the lust between us cooling as quickly as it had heated. “Get me coffee, the Pryce briefs, and be back here in five minutes.”
Violet straightened her skirt and brushed her fingers through her hair. She was unsteady on her legs, but her flushed skin would have been enough to give her away.
“So I take it you do want to sleep with me?”
Chapter 8
Violet
“All rise, the honorable Judge Robert Harris presiding.”
My legs were still unsteady when I stood, following the bailiff’s instructions, but I managed to hold onto the pew beside me for leverage. At the defendant’s table just a few feet in front of me, however, Sebastian was as steady as a rock. How he could be that solid after what just happened between us was beyond me. I shook my head and did my best to put it out of my mind—clearly, just like he had.
“Alright children, what’s on the agenda for today?” The judge’s voice boomed easily in the acoustics of the courtroom. It actually made me flinch, startling me just when the sight of Sebastian’s smile had drawn me away again.
The district attorney spoke with a blusterous tone despite his small frame. “Your honor, we’re here because somehow Mr. Scott got his client’s manslaughter charge reduced to breaking and entering and his client can’t even be bothered to do the community service he was sentenced to—”
“My client has already made arrangements to complete his community service in a timely manner,” Sebastian replied. “Unfortunately, his busy school schedule and family obligations have prevented him from doing so. We’re only here because the prosecutor has a hard-on for me.”
I shifted my gaze from Sebastian and his client to the briefs I was holding in my hand. There wasn’t anything extraordinary looking about the defendant himself, but the last name on the docket was familiar and I knew Sebastian well enough to know that he wouldn’t take a case unless it involved a lot of money and a boost to his reputation. I opened the file and braced myself for the worst.
I remembered reading about the rowdy college student just a year earlier. I didn’t know all the details, only that a fraternity initiation gone wrong had resulted in an elderly woman dropping dead of a heart attack. In the state of Illinois, this would have easily garnered a 2 to 5 year prison sentence but, being the wealthy son of some executive, his attorney had gotten the charges reduced and the sentence lowered.
I clutched the brief in my hand, looking up every so often at Sebastian. As I expected, he glided around the courtroom with ease, as articulate and humorous as if he was just bantering with the mail clerks. And even though I was furious, I couldn’t help but think how graceful he was, how natural he looked in front of the judge’s bench.
Was this something Sebastian had been born knowing
“Ohhh,” she called out loud, enough for me to lean my weight against her, covering her mouth with my free hand. I wasn’t sure if she had locked the door, but the last thing I needed was someone walking in and ruining our fun.
She wasn’t just wet, she was dripping. I worked another finger into her tight canal and licked her ear lobe while she bit the inside of my hand.
“Even now,” I whispered in her ear. “So easy to read…”
I would have loved to fuck her brains out right then and there, but a knock on the door pulled me away from her.
“Mr. Scott, you have court in thirty minutes—”
I swallowed hard, trying to be amused as I watched Violet struggle to pull her skirt back down, but only feeling pained instead. I took my anger out on the shadow outside my door instead. “Go away!”
By the time I looked back at her, the moment was gone, the lust between us cooling as quickly as it had heated. “Get me coffee, the Pryce briefs, and be back here in five minutes.”
Violet straightened her skirt and brushed her fingers through her hair. She was unsteady on her legs, but her flushed skin would have been enough to give her away.
“So I take it you do want to sleep with me?”
Chapter 8
Violet
“All rise, the honorable Judge Robert Harris presiding.”
My legs were still unsteady when I stood, following the bailiff’s instructions, but I managed to hold onto the pew beside me for leverage. At the defendant’s table just a few feet in front of me, however, Sebastian was as steady as a rock. How he could be that solid after what just happened between us was beyond me. I shook my head and did my best to put it out of my mind—clearly, just like he had.
“Alright children, what’s on the agenda for today?” The judge’s voice boomed easily in the acoustics of the courtroom. It actually made me flinch, startling me just when the sight of Sebastian’s smile had drawn me away again.
The district attorney spoke with a blusterous tone despite his small frame. “Your honor, we’re here because somehow Mr. Scott got his client’s manslaughter charge reduced to breaking and entering and his client can’t even be bothered to do the community service he was sentenced to—”
“My client has already made arrangements to complete his community service in a timely manner,” Sebastian replied. “Unfortunately, his busy school schedule and family obligations have prevented him from doing so. We’re only here because the prosecutor has a hard-on for me.”
I shifted my gaze from Sebastian and his client to the briefs I was holding in my hand. There wasn’t anything extraordinary looking about the defendant himself, but the last name on the docket was familiar and I knew Sebastian well enough to know that he wouldn’t take a case unless it involved a lot of money and a boost to his reputation. I opened the file and braced myself for the worst.
I remembered reading about the rowdy college student just a year earlier. I didn’t know all the details, only that a fraternity initiation gone wrong had resulted in an elderly woman dropping dead of a heart attack. In the state of Illinois, this would have easily garnered a 2 to 5 year prison sentence but, being the wealthy son of some executive, his attorney had gotten the charges reduced and the sentence lowered.
I clutched the brief in my hand, looking up every so often at Sebastian. As I expected, he glided around the courtroom with ease, as articulate and humorous as if he was just bantering with the mail clerks. And even though I was furious, I couldn’t help but think how graceful he was, how natural he looked in front of the judge’s bench.
Was this something Sebastian had been born knowing
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