“You know I will,” I say as warmth spreads through me.

Reeve presses a quick kiss to my lips and releases me. He points at my food. “Good. Now hurry and eat, and hurry and get your work done. I’m kind of in a mood to play with my toys tonight.”

His voice rumbles over me, and there’s nothing I want more in this moment than to push my plate away so I can play with Reeve. But I can’t. My priorities remain in order. This trial is too important, so food first, then work, and then I’m going to let Reeve do whatever he wants to me.

CHAPTER 20

REEVE

Leary’s standing in front of the jury, having eschewed the wooden podium that sits off to the right. Instead, she prefers to pace back and forth in front of the jurors as she makes her opening statement. She does so without memorization or even written bullet points. Her entire story pours forth from her soul, and while opening statements are merely supposed to be a dry foretelling of the evidence, Leary talks to the jury with so much passion about Jenna’s case, the jurors are all hanging on the edges of their seats as they listen to her.

She’s fucking amazing at this shit.

Looks fucking beautiful, too, in a custom-tailored taupe skirt and matching suit jacket with a high mandarin collar. The skirt comes to just below her knees, and because it’s a fairly brisk fall day, she decided to go with buttery golden-brown boots with a high heel. She’s wearing her chocolate-brown hair loose around her shoulders, and I get it—with a jury that’s predominantly male, she’s going for a little sex appeal as well. There’s not even a hint of a stuffy, uptight attorney in her form before the jury.

Her words start to fade as I can’t help letting my gaze drop to her ass every once in a while. When I think of her ass and the things we did last night, well, let’s just say it’s a good thing I won’t have to be standing up in front of the jury anytime soon. My opening statements went off without a hitch, although I’m pretty sure three of the jurors started nodding off during my speech.

Fine by me.

I don’t want them to connect with me or my client, and I might have even flattened out the tone of my voice a little to help make what I was saying super monotonous. Anything, anything at fucking all I can do to give Leary a leg up without actually sacrificing ethics, I’m going to do. The guilt over calling rebuttal witnesses is so thick and pervasive, it’s almost suffocating me at times.

Last night after Leary finished work, she came back to my bedroom and slid into bed. I had finished well over an hour before and entertained myself by watching Chappelle’s Show.

Turning the TV off, I turned toward her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in close.

“Tired?” I asked her softly.

“Actually, a little wound up,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss and suck along the base of my throat. It felt so fucking good that I immediately started to swell for her.

“Can I play a little bit?” I asked her, my hand slipping under the back waistband of her panties and palming her ass.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked in a husky voice, her hand going underneath the sheets and in between my legs, where she found me naked and hard as a rock.

Pushing my finger down in between her ass cheeks, I lightly rubbed over her tight bud, which caused her to jerk in my arms. “I was thinking about playing back here a bit.”

“You’re too big,” she said immediately, even as her hips started gyrating against my finger as I gently massaged her sensitive hole.

“Yeah . . . I am too big,” I said, not with any arrogance, but because I knew she couldn’t take me back there right off the bat. “But I have a toy that I just know you’ll love.”

“Hmm,” she purred low in her throat. “Okay.”

And just like that, she submitted to me and my dirty little fantasies.

And fuck, it was spectacular.

I didn’t go for my butt plug right away, but rather stripped her bare and ate her pussy first, making her come twice so she was nice and loose. Then I flipped her over on the bed, brought her up on her knees, and pushed her chest down to the mattress so her ass was raised high in the air. Stroking her skin, I spoke dirty words to her that caused her to moan. She held her breath when I spread her ass cheeks and dribbled lubricant over her. I used my finger on her first, almost busting a nut when she groaned in satisfaction as I went three knuckles deep on her. I massaged and played gently with her, slowly building her up. When she was ready, I said, “Okay, baby, I’m going to ease this in. I promise it will feel good.”

She didn’t even tense. She was so loose and trusting that when I placed the tip of the plug to her ass, she actually pushed back against me a little. I worked it into her slowly, tilting my head to the side so I could see it as it slid into her body. When I had it in to the hilt, I twisted the base and she cried out.

And fuck, I was done playing. I grabbed my cock, rubbed it through her slick folds a few times, and then slammed into her until my pelvis pushed hard against the plug in her ass. Leary shrieked, not in fear or pain, but in absolute pleasure, and I know this because she immediately demanded, “Do that again.”

So I did.

Again and again and again.

I fucked her hard and fast, she came really fast, and I didn’t lag behind. So different from the sweet and slow lovemaking three days prior on our last night together before the trial started. There was a quiet desperation to the way I performed with her that night, and I hope when everything finally shakes out from this trial, Leary remembers how great every single action in my bed or hers has been between us.

“When you’ve heard all the evidence”—Leary’s voice cuts back into my thoughts, and I shift in my seat, because my trip down memory lane just now has given me a hard-on under the counsel table—“I’m going to come before you, and I’m going to ask you for compensation. It’s going to be a large amount. Be ready for it. It’s going to be an amount to compensate Jenna for her past medical bills, the reconstructive surgeries she still faces, her lost wages, and her pain and suffering. All I ask is that you listen to everything with an open mind and reserve your judgment until you’ve heard all the evidence. Thank you.”

Leary stands a moment more and takes time to look each and every juror in the eye. It’s an impressive and brave way to make a connection with them.

Turning from the jury, Leary walks back to her counsel table and stands in front of her chair. She doesn’t bother sitting down but rather waits for the judge to say, “Thank you, Miss Michaels and Mr. Holloway for your opening statements. The jury is now with Plaintiff. You may call your first witness, Miss Michaels.”

I pull my yellow pad closer to me, prepared for Leary to call Jenna to the stand. I even write Jenna’s name across the top sheet and underline it twice.

“Thank you, Your Honor,” Leary says cordially. “At this time, the plaintiff would like to call Dr. Garry Summerland to the stand.”

I freeze with my pen tip resting against my legal pad. Dr. Summerland curses beside me and then leans over to whisper, “What the hell is going on?”

Looking up to the bench, I hold up one finger on my hand. “Just a moment, Your Honor, if you please.”