Tempting the Judge – Courting Curves Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Novella, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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Judge: Baby girl. My chambers. Thirty minutes. I’ll be checking.

His text shouldn’t make my nipples pebble or my core clench. Being told what to do should be a major turn-off, but it’s not, at least for me.

Eden: And if I don’t do as I’m told?

Judge: My hand will be meeting your ass, over and over again.

I don’t respond. That’s an answer enough from him. I need to get my butt moving; I’m already pushing it. The last time Kavanaugh doled out a punishment, it was not easy to sit for the rest of the day, though the orgasm he gave me afterwards made it completely worth it. He may be fifteen years my senior, a man of authority, dominating in bed, a complete and total hot shot of a judge, commanding a room with one look, yet I’m the one he wants.

CHAPTER 2

Kavanaugh

The clock in my chambers ticks the seconds away, winding down the minutes until Eden is meant to be here. A hopeful part of me craves she’ll be late. There’s an itch in the palm of my hand that is ready to land on her ass and pussy, seeing her milky skin turn a pretty shade of red, knowing she’ll feel me the rest of the day.

I settle back in my chair. Looking over today’s schedule is doing nothing to deter me from what I’ve got planned after work. The last time we had Tyler join in our fun, my hips were pistoning back and forth, the tight clench of her pussy attempting to pull the cum out of my body long before I was ready. That’s not where it ended either. She was bent over at the waist, my hand was in her hair, holding it in a ponytail, manipulating how she worked her mouth on Tyler’s cock.

Rules are necessary when it comes to bringing someone else in. She and I made sure they were in place. No way would he have his cock in her pussy or her ass. Hands and mouth were okay, and I had no problem with his mouth on her tits, sucking the sweet berry-ripened tips or him lapping at her clit while I took her lips with mine. More than that is not happening especially his mouth on hers, not a fucking chance.

After work today, it’s going to be something different, a fantasy of Eden’s that will be played out, so long as she’s not late getting here. A knock interrupts my thoughts. I check the time on my computer. There’s only one person I know who would slide in with less than a minute to spare.

“Enter,” I tell the person on the other side of the heavy wood door, clicking the button that unlocks it beneath my desk. Tyler does his job, opening the door for Eden, then closing it just as quickly. Some things are better kept away from prying eyes. I watch as a blush darkens her cheeks, head dipping low in order not to make eye contact with him. Fuck, I hope Eden never loses that innocence about her in public because while she’s prim and proper for the world to see, my baby girl is something spectacular to watch behind closed doors.

“Pushing it, I see.” She drops the handle of her rolling bag to the side of the door, walking slowly to me with a sway to her hips, unknowingly so. The beauty of Eden is that she doesn’t know how gorgeous she is. Her hair is up in a tight professional hairstyle. When it’s down, well past her shoulder blades, the color is a soft brown with blonde throughout, straight with not a hint of a wave or curl. Eden curses about it often, the fact that it doesn’t matter what she does, holding a curl is impossible, even after a night of my hands delving into the locks. What does take a beating are her pouty lips, plumper than usual, unlike this morning, a hazard from Eden not staying with me last night. A meeting with the district attorney and friend, Oath Larson, had me cancelling plans with her. It seemed he needed advice. Judging by the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off the bartender, it wasn’t hard to tell what has him tied in knots. Not that I was in a position to give him any. When I told him about my and Eden’s relationship, the arching of his eyebrows was his only response. We shared a few drinks between friends, shooting the shit while we talked quietly at the bar that’s known to have cops, lawyers, judges, and the lot hang there frequently. As for now, I'm keeping the relationship between Eden and myself a secret for a multitude of reasons. I’m technically her employer, which is a conflict of interest to say the least. Not to mention I’m fifteen years older than her. I don’t see a problem with our relationship. Others will, though, especially at the courthouse. A few hours later, Oath and I called it a night. Since it was too late to call Eden or head over to her place, home was where I went. That didn’t stop me from sending something to her house with a written request.


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