Page 96 of Judge's Mercy

I briefly wonder how she’d feel about being fucked in a church when her hands move to my chest, and she gently pushes us apart. Loosening my hold on her hair, I lower my hands to her shoulders and open my eyes, seeing the same lust I feel reflected on her pretty face.

“I need to tell you the rest first,” she says through panting breaths.

I step back to keep my wandering hands off her. “Okay.”

“Like I said, before Cy left, he told me you were leaving. I asked him why, and he said it was because you felt lost. Hearing that nearly broke my heart. But then he said you were going nomad, and my heart didn’t just break—it shattered. That’s not who you are. You need people and conversation and community. There’s no way you can have the kind of meaningful relationships you crave if you’re jumping from place to place. That would kill you.”

My hands itch to touch her, to show her how much it means that she paid as much attention to me as I did to her because she’s right about all of it. I know going nomad isn’t right for me, but my choices were grim. I could stay and run the risk of seeing her each day, or I could leave and cut myself off from everyone who means something to me. Either way, a piece of me would die.

“It would be worse to see you every day, knowing I can’t have you,” I admit.

“I didn’t want to prospect for the same reason—until I thought about it and realized you found a way to make us both happy, so there’s no reason we can’t be together.” She tentatively closes the distance between us and takes my hands in hers.

“Are you asking me to stay?”

She bites her lip. “Do you want to stay?”

“Myla.” Her name sounds like a plea.

“It won’t be easy; both of us have our issues. But in a fucked up way, we ground each other. I need you to calm my rage, and you need me to silence your demons.”

“Myla,” I growl.

“You’ve done so much for me, and I haven’t done anything for you, but I promise I can do better.”

“Goddamn it, Myla. Say the fuckin’ words.”

“I want you to stay.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

MYLA

“Thank fuck.” He crouches slightly and lifts me up. My legs go around his waist, and he slams me up against the closest wall as his lips hungrily devour every inch of skin he can reach. He bites and sucks his way up my throat until he finds my lips.

I’ve missed this so much. He brings out a reckless abandon in me that I’ve never experienced before. When he kisses me, the world ceases to exist, but that’s not even the remarkable part. When Judge is around, I don’t feel like I have to keep my guard up. I can just be here with him because I know he has my back.

One of his hands slips between us, roughly palming my breast and squeezing hard. My pussy clenches, and I grind against him, wishing there weren’t so many layers between us. He releases me, only to snake his hand up my shirt, and I gasp when he tugs down the silk cup of my bra to pinch my nipple. A rush of arousal soaks my panties, and though I know there’s something else I’m supposed to tell him, I can’t think about anything other than how badly I need him.

“What’s behind that door?” He nods to the right.

“Just an office.”

“Perfect.” His hand leaves my breast to support me as he carries me into the room that’s bare except for a large desk.

After kicking the door closed, he lowers me to my feet and sinks to his knees. I weave my hands into his hair as he undoes my jeans and roughly yanks them down to past my thighs before turning me to face the desk. I’m cemented to this spot by the constricting fabric of my pants, and I wonder how he’s going to make this work.

The question is quickly answered when he pushes me forward onto the old wooden desk, which puts me at the perfect height to take him. Pushing up onto my elbows, I crane my neck to watch Judge work to free his erection from his pants and underwear. He takes his big, beautiful cock in hand and gives it one firm stroke. A bead of pre-cum glistens from his tip, and I lick my lips, wanting his flavor on my tongue.

“You can swallow my cock later. Right now, I need to fuck you and paint your insides with my cum.” He palms my ass, massaging it before spreading my cheeks wide. “Mmm, so wet, so pink, and so mine.”

A hand leaves my ass to guide his cock to my entrance, and in one forward movement, he buries himself to the hilt. We both groan at how good it feels. With my legs together like this, it’s an even tighter fit than normal, and I know it won’t take either of us long to find bliss.

“Hands above your head and hold on,” he says.

I lower my chest and reach above my head, holding onto the lip of the desk and turning my head to rest my cheek on the cool surface. My shoulder smarts, but without pain, there’d be no pleasure. He grips onto my hips and pulls all the way out before pushing back in. I should be embarrassed by the wet sound it makes, but it only serves to turn me on more.

“Fuck, I wish you could see what I see.” His voice is rich and thick with arousal.

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