Page 64 of Dirty Judge

“Don’t you have something to say for yourself?” he asked.

“I, uh—I…I swear I…” I stuttered, attempting an apology, but the words stalled on my lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait.” He clenched his jaw. “Unlike you, I have all day.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I snapped…And I tried to get you to change your ruling, remember?”

“Yes.” His voice was terse. “I remember that shit, too. Apologyunaccepted.”

“So, this entire time—” My mind was still putting together the pieces. “You’ve been working me to the bone because you secretly wantrevenge?”

“It’s not a secret,” he said, towering over me. “And that’s only forty percent of why.”

“What’s the other sixty percent?”

“I believe that’s quite obvious.”

“Where?”

He closed the remaining gap between us.

I didn't move.

I couldn't.

He tilted my chin up with his fingertips, looking right into my eyes.

His lips landed on mine and he pulled me flush against his chest.

“Is it obvious now?” He growled against my mouth, pinning me against the door with his hips.

His tongue tamed mine within seconds, making it clear that he was in control. Not me.

As I was staring into his eyes—watching the hunger dance in his irises—he slowly slid a hand under my dress.

“Ahhh…” I moaned as his palm moved between my thighs, as he pushed my panties to the side.

“Is your pussy wet for me?” He bit my lip, but he didn’t wait for an answer. He pressed his thumb against my soaking wet clit, then he rubbed it with a slow, torturous rhythm.

The doorknob pressed into the groove of my back, but I was too lost in his unrelenting kisses to care.

No man had ever controlled me like this, and I didn’t want it to end.

“Olivia…” he said my name in a way that made my heart race. Then he uttered some lines I couldn’t quite hear over my own moaning.

Without warning, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

“No…” I looked at him, wanting him to put it back.

“Take this off.” He tugged at the hem of my dress. “Now.”

I stalled, too aroused to move.

“Okay, then…” There was a bite of anger in his voice. He grabbed it and pulled it over my head, exposing that the only thing I was wearing underneath was a pair of red lace panties.

He pressed his palms against my breasts and kissed my neck. Then he trailed his kisses down to my right nipple, sucking it between his lips.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair as he blew against me, as he shifted his head and sucked on my left one.