“This will result in disbarment,” I protested as he slid my skirt up and rested it on my hips.
He pushed my panties to the side and sank two fingers inside me. I moaned and bent all the way over, pressing my breasts into the table.
“Fuck yes.” He pulsed his fingers in and out of me a few times, then withdrew. His belt buckle jangled, and then I felt his tip at my entrance. “Getting disbarred for this is worth it.” He pushed inside me and covered my mouth with his palm mid-moan.
He bit my back through my shirt and reached around to grip my breast, kneading it as he fucked me in short, strong strokes. Our skin slapped as people walked past in the hallway, but the sound must not have carried, because no one gave a second glance to our room. I pushed back into him and went up on my tiptoes in my heels.
“You know it drives me crazy when you do your hair like this.” He gripped my bun and dug his fingers in, searching for the elastic so he could flip it up and off.
I craned my neck around as he got the band loose and my hair fell around me. “Do you know how long I worked to get it like that?”
He thrusted harder and grabbed a handful. “I don’t know, but I do so love messing it up.”
“Asshole,” I said on a breathy exhale.
“Is that an offer?” He reached around my thigh and stroked my clit.
I bit my forearm to muffle my sounds as he rubbed back and forth across my nub, sending every spark of heat in my body to the one spot between my thighs.
“Closer. I need you closer.” He pulled my hair and I pushed up until I lay my head back on his shoulder.
He kissed me, messy and hard as our bodies moved against each other at a quickening pace. More people walked by. Kennedy was right. The thrill of getting caught had me climbing higher faster.
“You like that?” He bit my neck and I arched my back, feeling him slide in and out to the same rhythm as his fingers on my clit.
“Yes, perfect. Don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t stop even if the judge walked in.”
“Oh my God, Kennedy.” The tension built in my hips and I had trouble catching my breath.
“Naughty girl. That turned you on more, didn’t it.” He licked my neck. “Me, too.”
“I’m close.” I ground back onto him.
He shoved up hard and stilled, letting me work his cock the way I wanted. “That’s it. I’m going to blow if you keep doing that.”
“I’m coming.” I said the words right as my pussy constricted and the pleasure hit me, sending me into orbit.
I must have been noisy because he clapped his hand over my mouth again and gave another hard thrust deep inside me. He grunted his release as I dragged my nails down the wooden table, my legs going weak as my orgasm rolled through me. He pumped a few more times and then relaxed as I floated down from my high.
He lowered me to the table and patted my ass before pulling my skirt back into place.
“Now I do have to go the bathroom.”
“See, you should have listened to me earlier.”
I kicked my foot up and pegged him in the shin.
“Ow. Damn.” He hopped back.
“Deserved it.” I stood and tried to finger-comb my hair.
“I did deserve it.” He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled into my hair. “You’re not mad, are you?”
“For getting off in a federal courthouse?” I tilted my head back and kissed him. “Never.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Maybe we could do it again?”
“Right now? I’m good, baby. But not that good. Maybe if you hadn’t already taken advantage of me in my office this morning right under Faye’s nose, then I could.”
I bit my lip, remembering how I’d been on my knees under his desk. “That was fun.”
“You’re a bad influence.”
I widened my eyes in mock amazement. “Me?”
He smacked my ass again. “Yes, you.”
“Come on.” I pulled him out the door.
After cleaning up in the bathrooms, we returned to the courtroom. Charlotte and Lincoln were speaking quietly at the back.
“It’s going great. You make an excellent witness.” I put my arm around Charlotte.
She smirked and returned my side hug, but not without letting her palm drift down to my ass.
Kennedy smacked the back of her hand. “Mine.”
Lincoln, the elder Granade brother, pinched the bridge of his nose and bowed his head, letting his dark hair fall over the scar running through his eyebrow. “This is more like being a high school teacher than a prosecutor.”
“Cheer up. At least you get to lay claim to the biggest whistle-blower case south of the Mason–Dixon.” Kennedy punched him in the arm. “You ready for the big day this weekend?”