Page 53 of Dirty Judge

I sucked in a breath as he gripped my waist, as my hands found their way against his chest.

I felt his cock hardening against my thigh as his tongue slipped into my mouth, as he silently demanded that I open wider.

Obliging, I moaned as he kissed me deeper, as he bit down on my bottom lip.

Then he froze.

His eyes widened and he tore away from me.

Panting, we both stared at each other.

“Get the hell out of my office and never question my ruling again, Miss Spencer,” he said. “Now.”

STAY AWAY ORDER (N.):

A COURT ORDER THAT A PERSON MAY NOT COME NEAR AND/OR CONTACT ANOTHER.

LIAM

What the fuck was that?

I stood in front of my condo’s windows several hours later, unable to sleep. All I could do was think about how Olivia’s lips felt against mine, how she softly molded into me like she would’ve let it go further if I pushed it.

A small part of me wished I would’ve, but a larger part of me was in denial that it even happened.

I’d neverevercrossed the line with anyone I’d worked with.

Never even been tempted to, and I needed to make sure it didn’t happen again.

Even though it was midnight, and I was certain Olivia was sleeping, I sent her a text to redraw the lines.

Don’t talk to me when you pick me up for work this morning…

Olivia

Seriously?

Her response was instant.

Why am I still picking you up for work anyway?

Surely, your condo’s complimentary car is available by now.

If it WAS, I wouldn’t be texting you at this hour.

I’ve seen what type of money judges make.

I think you can afford a rental car…

She has a point.

If I’d never gotten a taste of her mouth, this conversation wouldn’t even be happening.

Still, I had several rounds of payback to put her through, and one kiss—no matter how badly it made me want more—wouldn’t be enough to change that.

Continue not talking/looking at me today and just put the dockets on the edge of my desk when I call for them.

Send me your latest research notes on G. Jenkins by lunch.