Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Ugh, I wish I could. Getting away from my father sounds glorious, except the fact that he and Mom are currently at each other’s throats, so now I’m playing moderator while being stuck in the freaking middle.” It’s then I notice the dark circles beneath my friend’s eyes. This is so not fair to her. Though, to be honest, her dad is a Grade-A dick. Hopefully, her mom doesn’t back down on whatever it is they’re arguing about because he’ll railroad her until she lies flat, letting the train go full steam ahead across the tracks.
“The offer is always here, and if it gets to be too much, I have some vacation days; I’ll come to you.” I kind of feel like a dick for even suggesting that it’s been longer since she came here. “Or we can meet each other and have a girls’ weekend?” The idea pops up in my head. It may work better than her leaving her mom for too long.
“I’ll keep you posted regardless, but no more text or phone calls. FaceTime, or I’m going to spam your phone with numerous amounts of selfies, videos, and embarrassing footage that Kavanaugh may or may not see.” It’s funny. I introduced Amelie to Samuel as Samuel Kavanaugh. She picked up on it right away that using his first name was for only certain people. I and his father are those people. A little piece of the man I love, reserving himself in more than one way for those he cares about.
“I do solemnly swear to FaceTime you weekly, no matter what.” The videos and picture Amelie possibly has are enough to terrify me.
“I wasn’t aware court was in session, ladies.” Samuel walks in, sans shirt, body dripping with sweat. He takes my cup of coffee even though we both know it’ll be too sweet for his liking, yet he drinks it anyways.
“Hi, Kavanaugh. Eden, I love you, but I’m not going to watch as you eye-fuck your man.” She rolls her eyes.
“Hello, Amelie.” Samuel’s voice is full of mirth, one hand still wrapped around my stolen coffee mug.
“Love you, Amelie, bye,” I reply, not looking at the screen. I’m in fact staring at the deliciousness in front of me.
“Bye.” The phone hangs up.
“What were you two talking about that had you swearing to video call her weekly.”
“Tell me how much you heard first.” I arch my eyebrows.
“All of it.” His arm bands around my lower back, pulling me into his sweaty body. My hands move to his chest, unable to keep him at arm’s length even if it means taking a shower before work.
“Then you know the answer, Judge Kavanaugh.” His hand that was at my lower back travels up my spine one devastating inch at a time. My head is tipped upward, waiting for his lips to land on mine. I slide my hands up his chest, telling him without saying the words. He finally gets the memo, his head dips low, and he gives me the kiss I’ve been after since he made his presence known. I can taste the coffee along with the sweat on his lips from working out. My core grasps at nothing at the thought of watching as he goes through each interval in the training of his body.
“Legs, baby girl.” Samuel pulls back from my lips. I do exactly what he wants, wrapping my body around his. His mouth comes back on mine, and he continues what he started. I know we’re both going to be rushing out the door this morning. One thing is for certain, it’ll be worth it.
CHAPTER 13
Kavanaugh
After hearing Eden’s conversation this morning with her friend Amelie, I knew today was the day to set something up with Tyler. Which is what I did. I got here before Eden and called him in. He was more than ready.
Now we’re nearing the end of the day, and since she left my house this morning, meaning there was no way she could sneak into my chambers before court was in session, it was hard enough to not give in to the temptation to walk with her into the building and kiss her senseless, needing her taste one more time to hold me over for the eight or so hours. I refrained, begrudgingly. It’s going to be a long-as-hell seven or so months.
“At this time, the defense rests its case,” the public defender says in the case about an armed robbery at a convenience store. It seems this week, we’re starting off on the right foot, since we’re ending the day. Now I have to decide what’s going to happen to the man who decided it was a good idea to attempt to steal a few thousand dollars and is now looking at jail time.
“Do you have anything to add?” I look at Oath Larson, the district attorney. It must be a slow day for him to be sitting in on this case.