Page 101 of Finding Redemption

“Oh. My. Hot. Damn.” I blink rapidly, turn a hundred shades of red. “Was it there the entire time?”

“Yeah, that’s why I fell over laughing. I thought I was hiding you and couldn’t figure out how they knew you were here.” He laughs uncontrollably.

“Not funny. Give me that.” I hurry from the floor, snatching it up. “Just in case someone else shows up.”

Walker follows me to the bedroom just as rain starts hitting the window. “Hungry?”

“Starving.” I hang his jacket up, turning to him. “I love your parents. They’re great.”

“Yeah, they are. We’re a lucky bunch.” He tugs his shirt over his head. “Shower first?” He fists my shirt, hauling me to him.

“Do I have a choice?”

He pulls it over my head. “No. I’ve done dirty, dirty things to you in this shower over the last few weeks.”

“You have? I don’t remember.”

“Yeah, it was my imagination and my hand but by God, you were in here.” He walks toward the bathroom with me in tow.

“Was I any good?” I ask.

He drops his pants and his cock springs free. “Damn good,” he growls, jerking my pants down. “Step.” I do as I’m asked. “Let me show you.”

Walker and I decided to meet in a conference room down from the judge’s chambers. I step through the door and into Walker’s arms. He closes it behind me, locking it. He pushes me into the door, and his lips land on mine. My heart races.

“Hello, Miss Morgan.” The deep and throaty words linger in my ear.

“You act as if you haven’t seen me all weekend.”

“It’s been hours. I needed to taste you.” He kisses me below my ear.

“Are you telling me you’ve forgotten me since this morning?”

He works his way down to my exposed breast. “God, no. I could never forget you. Or how you tasted on my tongue this morning.”

“Walker,” I moan, squeezing my thighs together. “We’re presenting soon, and I’d prefer to do that with dry panties. And your boner not looking at me.”

“My what? Forget it. If it means I get to bend you over this table, I’m down.” He kisses me again, but his phone buzzes. “Fuck.” He pulls out his phone while I’m pinned between him and the door. “Pennington.” Walker’s so close to me, I can hear Lachlan through the phone.

“Are you going to keep the lass locked in the room or are you coming to court?” He chuckles.

Walker ogles my exposed breast. “I’m staying here. I’ll push the papers under the door.” Walker doesn’t crack a smile.

Lachlan laughs so I can hear him outside the door. “Let her up and let’s get this done.”

“Fine. Give us two minutes.” Walker sighs heavily, ending his call. “We gotta go. I was really hoping to bend you over this table.”

“You have one at home.” I shimmy my boobs back in my dress.

“But it’s not here.” He pouts, watching me fix my top.

“Baby, you carry your gavel everywhere. We’ll get our chance.” He steps away, grabbing his briefcase.

“Let’s put this to bed.”

“I was trying to.” He rolls his eyes as I reach for the door. I unlock the door, swinging it wide to find Lachlan across the hall.

“Glad to see you survived. You two ready?” Lachlan smirks as we approach him.