Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,88

against his chair, his eyes unable to stay open.

I work him, slowly, to allow him the most pleasure he can get before we have to return to reality. Twisting and swallowing, licking and twirling, Reed groans when I pump him at the base.

“Victoria,” my name a plea on his lips. “Don’t stop. You’re so fucking good at it.”

His words only spur me on more and I move faster, wanting him to experience the ecstasy he gives me.

He bucks again and stills, his cum squirting into my mouth and I wait patiently until he’s completely spent. Licking him clean, I pull up his boxers and stare up at him.

“I’ll never wait for another jury without you again.”

I smile and rise to my feet.

Not bothering to zip up his pants, he swivels his chair and positions me on the edge of his desk.

“My turn,” he says, licking his lips.

I shake my head. “No, that was my gift to you.”

He hoists me up on the desk, directing one leg to the armrest on one side of him and the other to the armrest on the opposite side. His head slides up under the fabric of my dress. “Your panties are already soaked,” he observes, and I laugh.

“Wouldn’t you be hard if roles were reversed?”

“Baby, I’m already hard again.”

I giggle leaning back on my elbows.

He slides one finger up the inside of my thigh and I open my legs wider. Just as he slides it underneath my panties, a buzzing sound shakes the desk underneath me.

“Please tell me that’s a vibrator?”

“Afraid not, babe.” He sits up and grabs his phone. “Warner,” he answers, holding his hand out to help me up. “Be right there.”

He stands, tucks himself completely in, zips, buttons, and buckles himself back into the GQ man I’m used to seeing.

“Relax,” I say, pressing my lips to his.

He smiles, but I know he’s worried.

“They came back in record time, which means they were sure about their decision. Let’s hope I did my job well enough.” He pushes a hand through his hair and blows out a long breath. “Listen.” He helps me off the desk and I slip on my heels. “You’re to leave this office and go downstairs. Talk on your phone or pretend you are. When you see me walking down the hall, you are to ignore me. Act like you have no idea who I am.”

“Why?” I smooth the front of my skirt to try to work out a wrinkle that’s formed from our shenanigans.

“Because no one else needs to know who you are.”

“Okay,” I say offended, but whatever. I ignored the fact that he told me not to wait for him after closing arguments and that his assistant would let me into his office. Now I can’t even walk downstairs with him?

“It’s for your own safety.” He kisses my forehead. “I put away bad people. People who have friends who might want revenge. I’d feel better if no one outside of this office knew you were my girlfriend.”

I smack a smile on my face like I’m not freaked out.

“Afterward, just head back to your office and I’ll call you when things calm down.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks.” He winks. “I’m glad you’re here.”

He puts me at ease as I leave his office, his secretary’s knowing eyes on me.

I head to the elevator bank, go down and I’m about to call Chelsea when I walk toward the courtroom, but I tuck my phone back in my purse finding Pete leaning against the wall.

“What are you doing here?”

He smirks. “I wanted to see our boy. See if he wins. It’s a big case.”

“I thought you were headed back to Los Angeles?”

“I decided to stay the week. Jade can’t stop talking about this carnival thing on Saturday. She invited me over to your house for cake tomorrow since it’s her actual birthday.”

“That’s not part of the deal.”

“What deal?”

“You need to okay these things with me.” I cross my arms over my chest.

“You always were cute when you were mad.” He laughs at me.

The press lingers around the doors probably waiting for Reed or the defender to make a statement about which way they expect things to go.

“I’m not joking this time, Pete.”

“Neither am I. I disappoint her enough with not being around. One more week isn’t going to kill you.” He tucks his phone into his pants pocket.

“Aren’t you itching with not being in a suit at a courthouse?” I ask.

“No, but I forgot how much I love Chicago.”

The heels of the press descend down