Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
My dirty thoughts should shock the hell out of me, but I’m getting used to the crazy feelings that meeting Letty has caused. After turning the water to colder than a well-digger’s ass, I rip off my clothes and step under the freezing cold water. The frigid spray doesn’t calm my raging hard-on one little iota, so I take matters into my own hand. I lean back against the cool marble and wrap my hand around my erection. My quick, efficient strokes bring me to orgasm quickly, but it doesn’t satisfy my hunger one bit. I watch jets of cum mix with the cold water and run down the drain but still feel dissatisfied. My own hand just doesn’t cut it when I’m hungry for a curvy little lawbreaker. Leaning my forehead against the cool glass, I wait for my breathing to return to normal while my heart pounds in my chest.
After spending another sleepless night staring at the ceiling with a painful erection, I roll out of bed before the sun even rises. Figuring another cold shower might help, I stand under the sting of the icy water and sigh. I repeat my quick jack-off session and get the same goddamn results—a deflated cock and an unsatisfied heart.
I dress before heading down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. As the caffeine flows through my blood, I decide I can’t spend another night like this. It’s time to go find my girl and get this relationship moving.
Chapter 5
LETTY
I’m fighting to keep my eyes open while working my way through merchandise invoices when Jazzy comes breezing into the back office. “You have a visitor,” my sister practically sings.
“Visitor?” I glance up, wondering if I forgot a meeting with some supplier. It’s almost five-thirty, so most businesses in Silver Spoon Falls are already closed.
“Hello, Letty.” Judge Ashford steps around my sister and smiles down at me. A sudden thought occurs to me. Shoot. When I skipped the makeup and pulled my hair up in a messy bun this morning, I had no idea the hot judge would pick today to come calling. Actually, I never thought I’d ever see him again unless I get another speeding ticket.
“Judge Ashford.” I stand up suddenly and almost knock my nearly empty soda off the edge of my desk. “Oops.” I make a grab for it and find my hand enclosed in his much larger, warm palm as he reaches for the paper cup at the same time.
“Here you go, baby.” He somehow ends up with the cup in his hand when I jerk mine away.
“Thank you,” I manage to mutter past the restriction in my throat. His electric blue eyes hold mine captive as his perfect lips lift into a smile.
“My, my. It’s steaming in here.” My sister cuts through the tension filling the small office. “I think I’m going to run and grab something cool to drink.” When Judge Ashford turns to her, I take a deep breath and try to bring my racing heart under control.
“No, thank you,” he tells Jazzy before turning back to me. “I actually stopped by to see if you would have dinner with me tonight.” My sister slips from the room while my mouth opens and closes repeatedly.
I give my head a shake and blurt out the first thought that comes to my mind. “Why?” Surely, my freaking brain could come up with a better reply.
“Because I’d like to get to know you, and dinner is a great way to accomplish that.” He smiles down at me, and my mind turns to mush.
I can’t tonight since I have my weekly book club at Gatsby books, the adorable local bookstore. “I already have plans tonight.” There my mouth goes, spouting off without waiting for my brain to catch up. “Could we make it tomorrow night?”
“We can do that.” He sits on the edge of my desk and lifts my hand to his lips. My bones melt as his breath feathers over the skin on the back of my knuckles. “May I pick you up at six tomorrow night?”
“Where do you want to meet? I can drive myself.” I smile at him while wondering what made the hot judge decide to ask me out.
“No offense, baby, but that’s up for debate.” He winks at me, and I realize he just dissed my driving ability.
“I’ll have you know I’m a great driver, Judge Ashford.” I stand and smack his shoulder before I realize what I’m doing.
“I’m sure you are. Great and fast. Really, really fast.” He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Call me Lex and tell me what time you want me to pick you up.”
Swallowing, I realize I’m out of my depth here. “Lex.” I love the way his name feels rolling off my tongue. “I can be ready any time after six tomorrow night.”