Her eyes slice over my face. “Uck ooh.”
I give her a great big smile. “Now, that I understand. And I don’t mind if I do.”
I grip my dick at the base, lean forward half on top of Kennedy, and thrust inside her to the hilt. She feels fucking beautiful around me. I pump into her without mercy and her eyes slide closed. She rests her forehead against my jaw. I release her hands to hold her hips, pulling her closer.
You’d think she’d take off the gag, but instead her arms wrap around me, holding on for the ride of her life. It only takes a few minutes to build her back up—till I feel the telltale pulse of her muscles, hear the high-pitched keen of her breath that says she’s about to get off.
And my hips grind to a halt. She tries to do the job herself—jerks up against me—but in her position, that’s not going to get it done.
“If I wake up and you’re not next to me, I’ll tie you to the goddamn bed.” The needy, desperate thread in my voice diminishes the effect of my threat. “And I’ll do this for hours. I won’t leave you hanging, because I’m not that mean. But I’ll make you beg, and I’ll make you scream before I let you come. And that’s a fucking promise.”
I tongue her ear, swirling the shell, ending with a kiss. Then I untie the gag behind her head. “Now say please.”
She bites my ear. Hard.
I jerk away and laugh. “Easy there, Mike Tyson.”
I pull out just an inch and nudge my hips forward, teasing her. “Just say please, Kennedy. For both of us. It’s gonna be so fucking good.”
I feel her lips on my cheek. Against my neck. “Please, Brent. Oh . . . please.”
And that’s all it takes.
I pound into her, hurling us toward the edge and plunging straight over. We come together, groaning and grasping, like two wild, mindless things.
It’s frigging awesome.
Breathing hard, I don’t move for a few minutes—not until my heart slows back to normal. Then I stand upright and straighten her clothes. After tucking my dick away, I wag my finger at her. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson. I’m going to keep your panties for the rest of the day as a reminder.”
She doesn’t look happy with me. And after the monumentally hot experience we just shared, that’s unacceptable.
So I hold her face in both my hands and kiss her gently. My thumb strokes her cheek. “Last night was the best night of my life. I would’ve told you that this morning, if you’d bothered to wake me up before you left.”
Her anger melts away, changing into something that looks more like cautious glee.
I kiss her forehead and step back, licking my lips—still tasting her. “I’ll see you in court, Counselor.”
I give her a wink and walk out the door, a much happier camper than when I entered it.
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In court that afternoon, Kennedy’s distracted. Off her game. Maybe it’s because she’s not used to getting laid in the workplace. Maybe it’s the fact that I took custody of her panties—and finger them in my pocket throughout the session, just for my own perverse pleasure. Whatever the reason—she has a bad day.
And she holds me responsible for it.
I know this when she shows up at my place that evening, walking right in unannounced. Harrison makes her a stiff drink, which she downs in two gulps—glaring at me the whole time.
She returns the empty glass to my butler, and with the practiced tone of a woman who was raised in a house full of servants, tells him, “Thank you, Harrison. We won’t be needing you for the rest of the night.”
Then she turns those blazing eyes on me. “Brent—I’d like a word. In private.”
I gesture with my hand. “Lead the way, firecracker. Where you go, I’ll follow.”
She leads us to my bedroom. And the second the door is shut, she slams me up against the wall. And tears my clothes off.
Which gives me all the motivation I’ll ever need to best her in court every day. ’Cause if this is how she handles it? There is no stronger incentive than that.
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A few days later, at lunch with Jake, Stanton, and Sofia, I fill them in on Kennedy.
The three of them stare at me. Blankly.
Then Jake shakes his head a little, like he’s trying to clear his thoughts. “Let me make sure I have this right. You’re banging the prosecutor on your case?”
I swallow a mouthful of turkey club. “Yep. Well, sometimes we bang—sometimes we just hang out.”
Like yesterday—at Kennedy’s house, we curled up on her couch and watched a movie. She picked it out: Mad Max: Fury Road. And if I didn’t know she was a fuck-awesome woman before, after that choice I was completely sure of it. We cuddled and made out—she let me touch her boobs—which was hot. But that was it.