“Fuck me.” I whispered it in his ear and then I nipped it kind of hard. I didn’t have to say it twice. He pushed me down so that I was lying on my back and then he grabbed one of my legs and pushed it open to the side and took the other and placed my ankle on his shoulder. I was spread open wide before him on the jury table with my skirt bunched up around my hips and my br**sts displayed for his viewing pleasure. I said a silent prayer that the bailiff didn’t decide to check out the jury room or put a water pitcher in here or something.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about doing this to you here?” he asked, looking like he was about to lose control.

“So do it to me. Hard,” I panted and he officially lost it. Positioning himself quickly he thrust into me and we both paused for a second, stunned. We were actually having sex in the jury room with court in session. Clearly, we were nuts.

“Oh yeah!” he ground out under his breath. And then he started doing it to me. Hard. And I loved it. Officer Michaels, would you please tell the court how you obtained the transcript of the phone call in question?

Soon he was slamming into me and I was trying desperately to keep myself quiet. Our skin was slapping together and my boobs were jiggling up and down. We really should write to Penthouse about this one.

“Oh God! Don’t stop!” I moaned as quietly as I could.

“Is this what you want, baby?” he said through gritted teeth as his hips crashed against me, driving him even deeper.

“Yes!” I panted. “I’m close.”

Officer Michaels, the informant hadn’t mentioned my client by name. Isn’t that true? I was holding onto him and moving my hips to meet his thrusts, loving the feeling of him banging up against the end of me inside. The combination of intense pleasure with just a little pain drove me closer and closer to a powerful orgasm. Then he reached down and began fingering my clit again and I quickly started to climb.

The Commonwealth rests, Your Honor. Defense rests. Oh shit, we needed to get out of there soon. They were done arguing and if the judge ruled from the bench, the jury would be on its way. I relaxed and cleared my mind and just let it happen. The tension built second by second, my inner muscles getting more and more taut, the pressure in my lower regions growing. I was right on the edge, and as usual Braden sensed it.

“Come on, baby,” he hissed thrusting into me so hard I could feel his balls slapping against my bottom. I went over the edge and I felt the first wave hit as I clamped down on him. Intensely pleasurable relief flooded through me as a tremor shook my body and my muscles continued to contract around him. I have my ruling. I’m going to allow in portions of the call but not all of it.

He thrust into me several more times and then held himself tightly against me and went still. With a groan and a shudder he came, staring at me intently with a euphoric smile. Okay, Wayne, go get the jury. I sat up immediately and Braden kissed me sweetly as we quickly fixed our clothes and gave each other a once over to make sure everything was in place.

“How do we get out of here?” I asked, feeling flustered.

“Through the door.” He smiled. He strode over confidently and swung it open, allowing me to walk out. Heads popped up as we exited.

“Mr. Pierce? Ms. Ginsberg?” Judge Channing said, raising his eyebrows inquisitively.

“Sorry to interrupt, Your Honor,” Braden said casually. “Defense counsel and I went in to quickly discuss a deal and we were in there when your hearing started.”

“We didn’t want to disturb the court,” I added.

“Did you reach a satisfactory result?” the judge asked.

“Oh yes, Your Honor,” Braden answered. “We were both quite satisfied in the end.”

“Good! That’s what I like to hear! Keep it up!” He turned his attention to something on the bench. I glanced over at Mark, who looked highly amused. Somehow, I don’t think that he bought the negotiation story. When we cleared the courtroom doors, Braden turned to me.

“That was crazy, you know,” he said, looking flushed and happy.

“I know but it was crazy hot,” I said. “I agree that it was like a sexual fantasy come true.”

“We can’t ever do that again.” He shook his head in wonderment.

“Definitely not. I think next time you should sit on the judge’s bench and let me go down on you,” I joked.

“What?!” He looked panicked as he reached out and pushed the down button for the elevator.

“I’m kidding!” I smiled at him as the doors slid open and we stepped inside.

“I’m never sure with you! You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days but at least I’ll die happy.” He pushed the button for the lobby.

“I have a feeling that Mark didn’t believe our story.”

“Oh, ya think?” He laughed.

“Judge Channing believed it, though. In fact he wants us to keep it up!” I teased.

“Keeping it up is not a problem with you. Keeping my job might be, though.”

Friday

IN THE COURT OF COMMON PLEAS OF PHILADELPHIA COUNTY, PENNSYLVANIA

Commonwealth v. Sanders

Adam was enjoying himself immensely as he questioned the convenience store clerk who my client had allegedly robbed. I knew there had to be one hell of a bomb he was going to drop for him to be this giddy, and I braced myself.

“So, Mr. Oberman, you testified that the defendant, Joseph Sanders, came into your store wearing a mask and holding a gun and told you to empty your register. What happened next?

“I gave him the money and he was going to leave but he stopped and ordered me to give him a carton of cigarettes too.”

“What did you do?” Adam stole a glance at me and I knew it had to be coming. I searched the police report again to try to figure out what it didn’t say.

“I said, no way, man. You sound like you’re about sixteen. You gotta be eighteen to get cigarettes in PA.”

“And what did Mr. Sanders say?”

“He told me he was eighteen but I said, man, but I need some proof.”

“What happened then?” Adam asked and turned to look at me, obviously wanting to see my reaction. This had to be the bomb he was going to drop and I had a feeling that I knew what it was. Please don’t tell me that this schmuck ….

“He took out his driver’s license and he showed it to me.” Kaboom.

“Wait a minute!” Judge Channing broke in incredulously. “He’s wearing a mask but he shows you his driver’s license?” You would think that nothing would shock this man by now.