“Yeah, you’re right about that. Mr. Blakey may be one badass Toyota owner but his case is pretty lame as far as adrenaline goes.” It was more like excess estrogen that was my issue but it would be selfish not to wait until he was revved up too.
“How about if we just get really seriously freaky when we get home tonight,” he suggested. “The entry hall was a lot of fun last night. Maybe I’ll take you up to the roof garden again this time.”
“Okay, it’s a deal,” I said with a smile. He hesitated for a moment and then looked around the now nearly empty courtroom. Wayne, the judge’s bailiff, was near the door talking to Jerry, the sheriff’s deputy, and their attention was diverted at the moment.
“Come here for a second though,” he said and grabbed his briefcase. He walked over to the deliberation room behind the jury box. I grabbed mine and followed him, wondering what exactly he had in mind. Well, I had an idea that he wasn’t interested in deliberating, but the details were kind of fuzzy. When we got inside, he shut the door and backed me up against it.
“Was there something you needed, counselor?”
“I want to at least kiss you goodbye,” he said, his eyes dropping to my lips before he leaned down and gently pressed his to mine. He started to pull back, but he must have changed his mind, because he leaned in and deepened it instead.
Oh Lord! He was such a good kisser and he tasted all minty and delicious. I slid my tongue up against his and rubbed it back and forth, burying my fingers in his hair. He groaned a little and slid his hands up to cup my br**sts. I pressed against him and reached down between his legs to see how interested he was. There was emerging interest when I got there but my little exploratory mission quickly changed that to great interest. In fact, enormous interest wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
“Mm, you’re a very good negotiator,” I said breathily, moving to kiss his neck.
“Baby, we’re in the deliberation room. There’s a deputy right outside.”
“I guess that means we would have to be really quiet,” I whispered as I started trailing kisses along his jaw and stroking him on the outside of his pants.
“Oh Jesus, Gabrielle.” I took his earlobe between my teeth and unzipped his pants. “I’m not kidding around. I sense my good judgment leaving,” He was protesting, but I noticed that he wasn’t stopping me, and so I reached into his boxers and gripped him gently. Then I sunk to my knees and looked up at him with my bad girl smile.
“Braden, baby, I’m going to serve your subpoena,” I said and dragged my tongue along the length of his cock. He groaned and started breathing hard. I started sliding him in and out of my mouth as far as I could take him, and stroking him with my hand, sucking on the tip and running my tongue back and forth on the sensitive underside. All the things he loved best.
“Ah! Fuck! Oh, that feels so good! I’m serious Gabrielle, if you don’t stop, I’m going to nail you right on the jury table, and that may not be a great career move for either one of us.” I could tell that he was barely holding back. I popped him out of my mouth and looked up at him.
“Do it,” I said and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. That was it. His hand flew to the door knob. Luckily, it locked. I was sure that the deputy had the key but at least it would buy us a couple of seconds. Unfortunately, I could hear people starting to come back into the courtroom outside. There must have been a special hearing scheduled. It didn’t matter at this point, though, because he had warned me and I had insisted. I was about to get nailed on the deliberation table with court in session on the other side of the door. I really hoped that there wasn’t a jury empaneled! I was glad that we were independently wealthy because if we got caught, we would be screwed in more ways than one.
He pulled me up to my feet and over to the table and pushed my skirt up over my hips. I wondered vaguely if they could disbar us for this. That would sound great in the papers. Noted CEO’s daughter loses law license getting laid in court by senator’s son.
He pulled my panties down and sat me up on the table. On the other hand, law was a stressful career, maybe it was time for a change. I heard the bailiff call court to session. Jesus! The judge was taking the bench! All rise! Braden was way ahead of him! I now had his full attention. Holy moly! He pulled my panties the rest of the way off. The Court of Common Pleas of Philadelphia County is now in session! The Honorable Louis Channing presiding! Braden leaned in and started kissing me hungrily and I responded like a starving animal with a steak. He unbuttoned my blouse quickly and I opened his belt and undid his trousers.
Eric Jeffries for the Commonwealth. The lawyers were entering their appearances. Mark Patterson for the defendant. Oh great! Mark was out there! Braden unhooked my bra and leaned down first to lick and then to start vigorously suckling one hard nipple and then the other as I grabbed his head and arched my back, biting my lip to keep myself quiet. Your Honor, we have to resolve the matter of the introduction of the telephone call into evidence before the jury is brought in. Shit! The jury! It was a pre-trial motion but obviously the jury was waiting somewhere else. Braden moved up to kiss my neck as he reached between my legs and started teasing my throbbing clit.
“Mmm, my baby’s ready for me,” he whispered.
“Braden, there’s a jury,” I whispered back.
“He said that they had a matter to resolve. They’ll probably have a hearing.”
He slid two fingers up inside me and starting circling my clit with his thumb. I buried my mouth against his neck and started kissing him frantically. I was breathing hard and occasionally whimpering quietly but I was managing to stifle my usual moans.
“Oh God,” I panted. “This is really scary but really hot.”
“This is like a sexual fantasy come true, Gabrielle,” he said thickly.
Your Honor, allowing that phone call in would be highly prejudicial. I wrapped my hand around the base of Braden’s stiff c**k and began stroking him slowly just how I knew he liked it. Then he was pressing his mouth against my neck too. Braden was actually rather vocal in his lovemaking. He began moving his hips in rhythm with my hand. Call your witness Mr. Jeffries! His fingers slid in and out of me and I rode his hand feeling the sweet ache of wanting more, wanting to be totally filled up. It was a good thing we were getting married because Braden’s generous proportions had ruined me for the average man. Do you solemnly swear or affirm to tell the truth, whole truth, and nothing but the truth? I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him inside me.