“Let’s have a short recess and then resume in half an hour,” Judge Ramirez said Monday morning, several hours into yet another grueling session of the trial. “Attorneys, please approach.”

As everyone in the courtroom hurriedly began to stand up and make their way to the exits, Hud and I exchanged a glance across the room, then made our way around the tables to approach the judge.

I still wasn’t over Saturday night. I was experienced in bed, sure, and plenty of my encounters had been spontaneous. There were plenty of nights where I’d gone to a club expecting to do nothing but drink and chat with a few friends, only to wake up the next morning with a hot stranger in my bed. But nothing could have prepared me for Saturday night with Hud.

On the surface, it hadn’t seemed like anything special. It was a quick roll in the back of my SUV, after all, not exactly a candlelit dinner with wagyu beef and fine chianti. No, it was something subtle about the other night that kept my head spinning and heart pounding from the moment I had Hud pressed against the back door of my car. Court was probably the least sexual setting I could imagine, after ‘morgue’ maybe, but just thinking about Hud made my shaft give a subtle pulse to remind me that I wasn’t going to let this one go.

Maybe it was something about his scent, or the forbidden nature of it all. If anyone found out about us, we’d be fired immediately and land in serious hot water with our careers. Granted, we were both powerful enough to make some of those problems go away if we put our minds to it, but the danger was still very real--especially for Hud, who already lived in the shadows of scandal. Maybe it was the raw energy I felt around Hud’s personality, like an aura, drawing me in and making me wonder how I went through all of law school without him close to me in the right ways.

Whatever it was, I felt more refreshed and relaxed than I had in years thanks to Hud. The fact that I couldn’t show it almost made things more fun. It was like a game we had to play until the end of this trial. And that wasn’t the only perk. Just as the judge ordered, we maintained our composure throughout the morning up until this point. You never would have guessed that seventy-two hours ago, the two of us were at each other’s throats and on the verge of getting hit with contempt of court. Or that thirty-six hours ago, we were in the back of my SUV…

So, when I strode up to the judge, I felt confident, and I let that show. Hud, on the other hand, looked like something was bothering him, and I wondered if his paranoia was going to get the better of him.

“Yes, your honor?” I said mildly as we approached, and I felt Judge Ramirez’s hawkish eyes inspecting both of us once we stood before him.

“I wanted to thank the two of you for taking my warning seriously,” he said in that voice of his that could sound like he was still critical of you even if he was saying something complimentary. “I won’t coddle you with compliments like children, but I can see a marked improvement, and that’s uncommon with big personalities. Keep it up, and we won’t have a problem. Understood?”

“Of course, your honor,” Hud said.

“Sometimes, all it takes to make a world of difference is for a couple of men to get together and bury the hatchet,” I said with a broad smile, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Hud turning pink in the face, and I had to fight to keep from glancing at him smugly.

“Agreed,” the judge said, smiling in turn. “I’ll see you all back here soon.”

A few moments later, Hud and I were briskly striding down the hallway of the building as aides, witnesses, and police milled around us with their own daily business.

As we walked, I felt a certain tension between Hud and I, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. He seemed uneasy, but he was sticking by my side. Obviously, I couldn’t just ignore the fact that he had bolted Saturday night right after sex. My instinct was to feel hurt by that, but I knew that Hud was a nervous kind of person deep down who was still not used to this kind of clandestine hookup in the dark of the night.

It was normal for guys like him to have moments like that where everything tells you to run. I was there myself back in high school. I wasn’t about to fault him for that.

But here he was, sticking by my side as we made our way toward the exit of the building. I was going for a quick coffee at a place just around the corner, and it wasn’t all that unusual for opposing attorneys to travel together like that, but it was odd for Hud, all things considered.

Finally, we found ourselves far enough away from the crowds and our own courtroom that Hud leaned in and said something to me in a voice just above a whisper.

“Hey, can I get a word with you? In private?”

I smirked and raised an eyebrow at him. “Really, now? Here I was starting to worry you were chickening out after the other night.”

Watching his face turn that shade of pink again despite his masculine ruggedness never got old. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure nobody was listening, then frowned at me. “Look, I’m sorry about Saturday night. I didn’t want to...I mean, it was incredible, but- shit, we shouldn’t be talking about this in the open.”

“Then a little private time sounds good,” I said smugly. “Follow me, I know a bathroom hardly anyone uses.”

I led Hud away from the exit and around the corner toward the back of the building, usually used only by building staff and janitors. There was a bathroom back there that was away from the high-traffic hallways. Still, it was just as nice as the rest of the bathrooms, so attorneys tended to use it as a room to decompress during recesses from their more stressful cases.

I’d been tempted to use it a few times during this trial, but now I was interested in using it for another purpose.

I pushed the door open, and as soon as it closed behind us, Hud bent down to check under the stalls for signs of people, then turned around and started to speak once he was sure the coast was clear.

“I didn’t mean to leave you hanging,” he breathed all at once. “It was-”

I shut him up with a kiss, wrapping one hand around his waist and the other around the back of his head. I drew in a breath sharply as our lips met, and for a moment, I thought he wanted to push me away. But the next second, I felt his muscles relaxing and his body melting into me. We kissed for several long seconds before I pulled my mouth from him to look him in the eyes.

“It was the best sex you’ve had in years, and you know it,” I growled, walking him back toward one of the stalls.

“Cocky bastard,” he murmured, unable to keep a smile off his face.

“That blush tells me I’m right, though,” I said, wrapping his tie around my fist.

“Maybe,” he said. “But that doesn’t mean we can just-”

I reached down to his crotch and groped his cock, feeling it at half-mast already, his balls swollen and in desperate need of relief.

“Just what?” I asked coyly, tilting my head to the side and narrowing my eyes. “Here I was thinking you wanted to drag me in here for a civil, professional conversation, but it feels like you’re a little too excited for that. Too many dirty thoughts racing through your head.” As I spoke, his cock pulsed and grew harder and thicker with every syllable. The effect I had on him got me excited too, and soon, our bulges were visible through our pants.

“Someone could walk in at any second,” he hissed, but he didn’t push me away. I knew that this kind of flirting with a less experienced man like Hud was pushing the limits, and at any moment, I was ready to withdraw if it seemed like he really didn’t want me doing this. But until then, I was going to have all the fun I wanted with him.

“Do you have any idea what the consequences would be if that happened?” Hud said meaningfully.

“Intimately,” I growled, bringing my mouth to his ear and letting my hot breath wash over him. “Does that mean you don’t want this?”

I heard his jaw clench, and the smell of our cologne mingled together for a few seconds as he stood paralyzed in my grasp.

“Fuck, you know I want it,” he groaned, and that was all the invitation I needed. I walked Hud backward into a stall as I kissed his neck, teeth brushing against the skin again, and he felt even fresher and more delicious than before. I shut the stall behind me, and without wasting a second, I pulled a condom out of my wallet and tore it open.

“You just have that?” he whispered, eyes wide, and I winked at him with the empty wrapper in my teeth after I pulled the rubber out before spitting it into my hand and pocketing it.

“Just for you,” I growled. I got to my knees and undid Hud’s belt before he could react. As he realized what was happening, he put his hands on either side of the stall to support himself as I opened his pants and released his cock. It was every bit as beautiful as I imagined. I’d only glimpsed it the other night, and I only had time to picture it in my head as I worked it with my hand. This time, I was going to get my fill of it.

I rolled the condom onto his length and wasted no time pressing my lips to the tip, moaning into the thick shaft. The whole organ twitched and pulsed between my lips and my hand, and I heard Hud’s breath get quick and excited above me. Making a man’s cock throb in my mouth was a special kind of pleasure that drove me wild. I felt my heart racing as I took more of it over the surface of my tongue. Court was stifling, and this was awakening every nerve in my body in the best way possible.

My tongue invited more of it into my mouth, feeling its weight. Hud had some girth to him, that was beyond a doubt. I felt the edges of his circumcised cock’s crown, taut and swollen. I worked my way down the shaft, feeling how he leaned into me the further I went, and soon, I felt his hand run into my hair. He laced his fingers into my blonde locks, pulling me closer into him, and I started to work his cock by bringing my mouth back and forth. I let out a long, low moan as I fondled his balls and gripped his ass, but all the while, I kept an ear out for the door.

Fun or no, Hud was right, and we had to be careful here. If someone came in and saw our legs under the stall, there would be hell to pay and no way around it.

Soon, his cock was sliding in and out of my mouth like they were made for each other. Each time he nearly left me, I took hold of the crown of his cock and let its tip get special attention from the tip of my tongue, feeling the slit through the rubber down to where the crown gave way to the thick, vein-ribbed shaft to the rest of his body. I gave him the same treatment he gave me Saturday night, pointing my tongue at the base of his shaft, so deep into my mouth that I felt his crown touch the back of my throat, and I dragged the tip of my tongue all the way back to his head. Over and over again, I moved him back and forth. Even though I was the one with his cock in my mouth, it was clear that I was the one in control, and I could make him come whenever I wished.

And I teased him relentlessly. Pinching his ass and squeezing his balls, I moved faster and faster until I felt him reach the brink, then slowed down to keep him from blowing it all just yet.

“Fuck you,” he groaned, grasping my head with both hands now. I murmured a laugh into his cock as I toyed with it. I wasn’t going to give up, though. This was my downtime, and I was going to make the best of it.

“I think I hear footsteps down the hall,” Hud said suddenly, gripping my hair tighter. My heart jumped into my throat. The thought of almost getting caught excited me more than I expected, now that it was a very real possibility. Was it true, though, or was it Hud’s mind playing tricks on him?

Regardless, I kept going, but stepped it up. I stopped holding back like I had been, moving back and forth with pure intent to ride Hud to the finish line.

“Rod-!” he hissed, alarmed that I was still going. The hallways outside echoed, and even I could hear that someone really was coming. But I didn’t stop. This was too good.

Finally, I felt Hud’s balls start to tighten in my hands, and he stifled a groan as the first shot burst out into the condom. I gave it my all, gripping his ass and bringing my mouth back and forth around his cock to drain him of every last drop of pearly white seed. The tip of the condom ballooned up by the second, and Hud was fighting to keep quiet as his knees went weak. I loved it when that happened to men when they came.

At the last second, just as the last bit of fluid spilled out of his cock, I heard the door of the bathroom swing open.

I acted.

Hud was easy enough to sit down on the toilet in one fluid motion, and I caught a glimpse of that hot, blushing face before I brought my feet up and stood on the toilet with him, putting my feet between his legs and holding myself up on either side of the stall walls. If the stranger looked under the stalls, he’d see nobody but Hud’s legs.

Hud stared up at me in disbelief at my stunt while I crouched over him, beaming proudly.

The footsteps came closer to us, followed by the familiar sigh of an overly stressed working man. We didn’t move a muscle as he did his business quickly, washed his hands, and stepped out of the bathroom, none the wiser.

“Fuck you,” Hud whispered once he was gone.

“You came first. I fucked you,” I corrected him with a smug smile. I stepped off the toilet and took the condom off him, disposing of it with a lot of toilet paper and watching his lust-filled eyes. “You’re cute when you’re satisfied, you know that?”

He stared at me for a while longer before he gave his head a shake. “I almost wish you weren’t so incredible. Look, that was...amazing, but I do actually have something I wanted to talk to you about.”

I checked my watch and saw that we only had five minutes left before court was back in session. “We should do it somewhere even more private, then,” I said. “Out of time now.”

Hud clenched his jaw, but he nodded. “Fine. But this is business, not just pleasure, alright?”

I winked. “No promises.”