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)
“I know, yet here I am,” she replies. I shake my head, watching as she takes the first sip of her preferred watermelon-flavored energy drink.
“And I’m enjoying every minute of it, too.” The smile she gives me tells me Eden is all the answer I need.
CHAPTER 3
Eden
I received one last kiss from Kavanaugh once my energy drink was finished, a whisper in my ear that I should be prepared to stay late tonight and that he has another surprise for me that doesn’t include the expensive delicate fabric I’m currently wearing. It was hard to leave him after that, wanting to know what the surprise was going to be, the excruciating need to question what exactly his plans were. What can I say? Surprises are hard for me. Not in the way that I don’t like them. Believe me, I do. The hard part is not knowing. When he smacked my ass while on my way to leave his chambers, it didn’t help either. It was the nod to the bailiff, Tyler, who in turn had a smirk on his face that had me scurrying to my workplace. My mind has since created a variety of ideas that Samuel Kavanaugh would make up. It’s been four months since we started this somewhat illicit affair. It started with a few lingering glances from him sent my way, a touch here and there, then he was asking me to his chambers. We took off from there. One dinner out turned into another, then another, neither of us wanting to leave each other’s presence at the end of the night. The way he seemed to know exactly what and who I am, a woman who can drop her inhibitions with the right man without feeling like I’m someone less. Samuel had my back pressed against a brick wall after a night out in a smaller town where we were both nobodies with nothing to lose should someone stop us. You see, Judge Samuel Kavanaugh is well known in our community. The fact that it's frowned upon for a court reporter and judge to have a relationship sucks. Believe me, my boss, Cam Tervis, stated it very clearly while going over the contract. To me, it’s hard to do anything or lean a certain way when you’re literally typing the report. A few dates in is where Judge Kavanaugh became Samuel to me. The judge is the man, and the man is the judge; there’s no changing or denying it. Not that I would want it any other way. I’m slowly falling in love with every facet of him, the dominant man awakening cravings in me that one would only think about having in her wildest dreams, yet Samuel makes them come true.
That was four months ago. Our relationship is still on the quiet side of things, especially after I re-read my contract I signed in front of Cam. She still annoys me till this day for no other reason except she walks around with her nose tipped up like she’s better than the rest of us. Which sucks because it means we have to keep things hush-hush, a total bummer, but there is no way either one of us is willing to go without the other. It leads us to hiding in plain sight. Sadly, my contract is for a year, which means I have too many months left to count. It’s a waiting game, one that I loathe entirely, but it’s either that or I try and transfer to a new courthouse or be reassigned to another judge here. Neither of us wants that, so here we are at a stalemate.
The one thing I’m worried about is that maybe I’m feeling more than Samuel is. I’d like to think that’s just my overactive imagination, except besides dinners at his house, restaurants, and spending the night, there’s been no talking about where this is going. Yet, I’m the one who’s falling for the man who doesn’t mind sharing certain parts of my body with Tyler, his preferred bailiff. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot, scorching hot. There is nothing like having a man sliding in and out of you, skin on skin, holding your breasts, offering them to another man while he takes turns sucking on one, then the other, his other hand sweeping over your clit, heightening your pleasure. It requires a trust that is most definitely earned, which is why I’m having all of these doubts. Would he share me if he loved me, or wouldn’t he? Either way, I’m going to have to set time aside for us to truly talk, which is another problem, because the second we’re behind closed doors, our clothes come off, our hands, mouths, and limbs are in a tangle with one another until both of us are completely wrung out and sleep is taking over. This weekend will be different, well, after whatever surprise he has planned. Afterwards, I’ll confront my insecurities, because that’s what they are, mine and mine alone.