The judge looked over at Hawk, who stared back expressionless.
“Your Honor, Mr. Benally wasn’t arrested because he is vice president of the Insurgents. The prosecutor is setting up smokescreens. He doesn’t have anything. The search was a violation of my client’s rights, and the case needs to be dismissed. Mr. Benally has not had any trouble with the law since he’s been on probation. He has done a ton of community service hours, he is a veteran who served his country bravely, he went to college, and he has made something of his life, even though his background has been fraught with family violence. The fact that this case has even made it this far is a travesty. What the prosecutor should be doing is finding out why the ammo box was planted and why the pre-raid photos went missing. My client is clean. He runs legitimate businesses and has organized numerous charity bike runs for the community.”
Shit, she’s good with words. She makes me sound like a poster boy for Citizen of the Year. Hawk smiled to himself. She was fighting for him. He figured she fought hard for all her clients, but he was hoping that her extra fervor was strictly for him. Fuck, she’s making me horny.
After thirty minutes of legal banter, the judge dismissed the case against Hawk, and he chastised the prosecutor for pursuing the case in light of the pre-raid photos. Cara beamed, and Hawk was glad the legal bullshit was over because he wanted to properly thank Cara for her hard work. The chubby-faced prosecutor was perturbed. The court clerk smiled at Hawk as her eyes lingered on his mouth; she had no idea the only thing on his mind was fucking his attorney.
“Thanks, counselor,” Hawk whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck.
She turned her head toward him, so close their noses touched. “You’re welcome.” Hawk saw her shiver slightly.
“Let me carry your books for you,” he offered.
“I’ve got it. Let’s go back to the office to wrap your case up,” she said with an air of professionalism. “I have to give you back some of your documents and have you sign the release.” Her tone indicated that would end their relationship.
Hawk, searching her face, saw a tinge of regret in her eyes. Why can’t she give in to what she’s feeling? Why is she fighting this so hard? I know she wants to be in my arms. There’s no way I’m letting her off that easy.
“Lead the way, babe,” Hawk said.
When Hawk and Cara arrived at her office, Asher had already left for lunch. Hawk followed her into her office and closed the door. Cara, her back to Hawk, put her file and books on her desk. Like a panther, he approached her slowly, putting his arms around her waist as he nuzzled her neck. “Thanks again, counselor, for all your hard work.”
Cara turned her face toward his. “You’re welcome again,” she whispered. She looked into his smoldering gaze, and her face flushed. She squirmed, but his arms tightened.
“Is this wise, Hawk?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” he said as he lavished kisses on her neck.
“I don’t think it is. We better stop.”
“Counselor, you’re in charge in the courtroom, but I’m in charge here. You know you want this. Fuck, we’ve both needed this for too long.”
Crushing her closer to him, Hawk’s rigid bulge rubbed against her lower back as he brought his hands up to her breasts. He had been dreaming of playing with her tits from the first time he’d seen her at Rusty’s. “Take your jacket off,” he commanded.
In Cara’s eyes, he saw desire and surrender as she did as told, revealing a lacy purple bra and the goosebumps carpeting her skin. Hawk whistled under his breath as his fingers traced over the fabric, her tits were sexy covered in all that lace. He turned her toward him and kissed each breast, then licked her generous cleavage, making her arch her back. Her hard nipples strained against the satin top.
Unclasping her bra’s front hook, Hawk freed Cara’s breasts and inhaled sharply. “Fuck, your tits are beautiful.”
Cara’s cheeks reddened. Hawk brought her face toward his and kissed her deeply. As he kissed her, his forefinger grazed over her nipples. Circling her areolas with his fingers, he continued kissing her. Each time he came close to her nipples, his fingers would miss them, and by the way Cara thrust her tits toward him, he knew she was aching for him to touch and suck them. Wanting to tease her a while longer, he kept kissing and sucking her breasts, always just missing her nipples. As he licked her tits, she shivered against his tongue, and he was certain if he touched her panties, they would be wet.
As his right finger continued to circle her areolas, Hawk moved his left hand down over her hips, cupping one of her full ass cheeks. She whimpered while she moved her hands down to his trapped cock and began to unzip his pants, but moving her hand away, he said, “Not yet, baby. I don’t want to come yet.”