Tempting the Judge – Courting Curves Read Online Tory Baker

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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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I get lost in my work, which is better than rethinking everything else that’s rattling around in my head, listening with my ears while watching the inner workings of the courtroom. Today, it’s a hearing for a contested will. It’s sad the things you see day in and day out, people’s lives taken for granted, fighting over this or that. It seems no one knows how to get along anymore. It’s a rare occasion when both parties settle, and if that’s the case, I’m rarely needed since all that’s needed is a signature from the presiding judge.

“We’ll take a brief recess for lunch. If you’ll notate, Miss Powers, that court will resume in one hour from now.” I nod and finish typing what I need to do on my stenograph. My own hunger pain hits me when I least expect it, as well as the rumbling in my stomach, echoing the fact that I’ve yet to eat today and I’m surviving on caffeine only. What a rookie move on my part.

“All rise,” Tyler announces. We stand up as one, waiting for Judge Kavanaugh to clear the room. Then I’m tidying up my workspace, grabbing my wallet and phone out of my bag. The courtroom will be locked, allowing me to leave my stuff out without having to worry about packing it up only to unpack it when I return. As much as I’d love to eat lunch with Samuel, that’s a no-go when everyone is here for the day. Plus, a few minutes outside of the air-conditioned building, the sun beating down on my skin, a sandwich, some chips, and a sweet tea while listening an audio book is right up my alley.

CHAPTER 4

Kavanaugh

The first thing I do the minute I’m back in my chambers is take off my robe. It’s fucking hot as balls beneath it, and even with most of the judges complaining that the courtrooms aren’t cold enough, if we kicked the air conditioner down any further, others would freeze to death. Fuck, I should just go naked beneath my robe. I would, too, if it weren’t for a certain court reporter who is seated in front of me. A whiff of her intoxicating scent, and my cock would be harder than it already is. Christ, I need that woman something fierce, and it’s only been a couple of days since I’ve had her to myself, not counting the rare occurrences she’s able to meet me in my chambers. That shit doesn’t fucking count, unless it’s well past quitting time and there isn’t another hearing looming in the near future.

“Hey, you got a minute?” Tyler asks me after we’re both inside. Part of his duties is to make sure my office is secure, then he’ll go and lock the courtroom on his way out for his lunch break.

“I do.” I move to my small fridge to grab something to eat that I had ordered with the rest of my groceries that are sent to the house weekly. The cafeteria is brutal to get in and out of, plus you’ve got people who want to stop and pick your brain or want to chat. Your hour for lunch goes by too quickly as it is.

“I’m going to have to take a raincheck on this evening. A mandatory meeting hit my email while in court.” Tyler is the only man I’d use as a third when it comes to Eden says. He's been a bailiff in my courtroom for years, one of the few men I trust, especially when it comes to Eden. I'm more territorial than I've ever been with any other previous relationships. It seems Eden has me feeling things I've never felt before.

“Alright. It’s not like I can be upset with that. Though, Eden may not be very pleased.” I think back to our time earlier today when I got a sweet taste of her pussy. It wasn’t nearly enough to hold me over until we get home. The plan was to take her here, bend her over my desk, my cock in her pussy while she sucked Tyler the way she spoke about after the last time we were together. “I've got no problem with that. Let me know when you're available.” If it weren’t for the fact that I knew Tyler was single, unwilling to settle down in a relationship, and that I could believe in the fact he could keep his mouth shut, he wouldn’t be anywhere near Eden and me.

“She’s not the only one.” Tyler runs a hand through his hair. He holds himself back, a hazard from his past,

“We’ll reschedule. There’s no time preference. It will be here, though,” I tell him, another boundary we’ve set. He may get a piece of her body, but he won’t get a place in her heart or in either of our homes. A hotel, my office, a club, but never our beds.


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