peaked, too.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
I was going to hell.
“Then let’s go.” I stepped back.
“I forgot to buckle the belt.” She picked the tie up off the counter. “And you certainly need this.”
I wasn’t sure how much more of her hands on me I could take.
Thankfully, she didn’t take long to get the buckle into the right place, and not once did her hand accidentally brush things that shouldn’t be brushed.
Or, maybe they should be brushed, just not before I was due in court in less than forty-five minutes.
“All done,” she said huskily after looping the tie around my throat and tying it expertly. “You look all lawyer-like and don’t even look like you got shot the day before yesterday.”
I grimaced. “I feel like I got shot the day before yesterday. If this Vicodin doesn’t kick in here in a second then I’ll really hate myself.”
She tilted her head. “Is someone coming to pick you up?”
I frowned. “No.”
Her brows rose at my answer.
“You can’t drive on Vicodin, Croft.” She narrowed her eyes. “I’ll drive you.”
I was about to open my mouth to argue with her when I realized just how stupid that was.
Why would I argue about her driving me? I wanted her with me.
“Okay,” I said slowly, trying not to let my excitement show. “But I don’t know how long this court hearing will take me. Are you going to be able to hang out until I’m done?”
She smiled then. “Don’t worry about me, Croft. I’m a big girl.”
CHAPTER 11
Moister than an oyster.
-Text from Carmichael to Croft
CARMICHAEL
I’d never really thought about Croft and what he did for work.
I mean, logically, I knew that he was a lawyer. I knew he did lawyer-like things that consisted of him arguing in court and being a general badass with his words.
But I had no idea in the world that it would be so hot to watch him work.
Yes, I knew he was hot in general. I’d seen the man with his clothes off for Christ’s sake.
But seeing him in the courtroom, in his element, in his power suit that fit him like a well-worn glove, bright red tie, polished shoes and shrewd expression? I hadn’t even realized that Croft’s hotness could go to the next level.
I was wrong.
I was practically fanning myself in the back row of the courtroom.
“Objection.” Croft stood up, smoothing his tie down as he moved slowly. “He’s badgering the witness.”
“Sustained. Move on, Mr. Freed,” Judge Stanley ordered, sounding miffed.
I was miffed, too.
The other lawyer was grasping at straws. There was a high likelihood that the other lawyer hadn’t quite done his homework, and he should’ve. Because Croft was making him look like a tiny little puppy who’d come to play with the big dogs.
“I have no other questions,” Bad lawyer Freed grumbled, looking green as he realized that he wasn’t going to win this one.
More stuff happened after that, but I was so freakin’ horny by the time the judge called a recess for the jurors to deliberate that I hadn’t even realized that Croft was walking toward me.
I was so lost in my thoughts—which happened to be pushing him down in that leather chair on his side of the courtroom, pulling off my jeans, and sliding myself down onto his hard cock—that I didn’t even know he was right in front of me until he touched my cheek.
“You okay?”
I blinked at Croft’s husky words.
I started fanning myself with a piece of paper that I’d seen in the seat next to me. “Sure.”
His eyes took in my flushed chest, my reddened cheeks, and the way I was panting.
“You don’t look okay,” he murmured as he inspected me.
I licked my lips, my eyes dragging down the length of Croft’s body.
God.
I wanted to ride him like I stole him.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” I found myself saying. “You’re so confident and hot up there, as if you were born to be there.”
His eyes went lazy and hot as he said, “Thanks.”
“Are you okay?” I asked, gesturing toward his shoulder.
He grimaced. “It’s starting to hurt pretty badly again.”
I patted my purse. “You got somewhere I can look at it? I have a couple of your pain pills in here, too.”
He jerked his head up in a nod. “I do.”
He held his hand out for me to take, and I did, my hand sliding smoothly into his.
His hand was big, warm, and practically engulfed mine as he helped me to my feet.
I tried not to put any weight into his hand at all