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I frowned at him, but in the end I couldn’t deny that there was something cute and sweet about his insistence on being in the shower with me, then laying down “together.”

I got to watch him hike all the way out. And see that there was no one waiting for him at his car. I got to take the drive with him while I ate dinner in bed.

Later, when I could finally breathe right, I propped him up against the pillow and went to sleep.

It wasn’t the same as having him there. But he was right. It was better than being alone.

Present Day

(The Trial)

39. Testify

~ BRIDGET ~

It was a shock when Sam told me they would let him testify. He’d wanted to from the start, but the lawyers said no. They were afraid of what he might get cornered into in front of the jury. But I guess they had to change their strategy after our marriage was revealed.

The best part about the day he was called to the stand was that it gave me an excuse to sit there and watch him for hours. Let my eyes trail over his shoulders, his hair, his chest—like I’d do with my hands if I could.

The worst part was that they were asking questions about his work as a Dom again. And this time it wasn’t just me and a handful of asshole lawyers. It was the women in the jury, the journalists, and anyone who’d come to watch the trial.

With his own lawyers asking the questions, everyone got to hear how hot Sam was.

Sam said the theory was that if his team asked the difficult questions the jury could see that Sam wasn’t ashamed or hiding things. And his guys could control the narrative.

“…please, explain for the jury how you formalize these agreements?”

Sam answered looking directly at the jurors, one by one. “We have contracts—like legal contracts. I used spreadsheets that list all the possible types of interactions we might have inthe course of a hunt and take down, and they indicated which of the things they would like, which they were unsure about, and which was a flat no for them.”

“That sounds incredibly detailed.”

“It is. It takes hours—sometimes days—to talk through all the possibilities and for them to answer my questions about how they’d like me to approach certain situations.”

“Can you give us an example of the situations that would be clarified in those discussions?” Sam’s lawyer asked calmly.

“Well… some women like to take a risk of being interrupted by other people and others don’t. So, if we heard someone nearby, or thought we might be discovered, some women would want to abandon the hunt and have my assistance to get away without being caught. Others like to see that as a challenge to be overcome and wanted me to attempt to keep them quiet and overpowered until the threat had passed. Others wanted to take the riskwithme.”

“The risk of being caught having sex?”

“Yes.”

“And did you?”

“Take the risk?”

“Yes. Were you ever caught having sex in public?”

“Not precisely. It’s not a kink for me to be seen, so I never took that risk intentionally. And given the type of interactions we were planning, I usually pursued the women in places other people wouldn’t see or hear us. But there were some close calls. I couldn’t be sure because I never spoke to the people involved. They might have seen something. They might not.”

Arousal sang in my core at the same time my skin crawled.

Arousal becauseIwanted to be out there with Sam. I could picture him, pinning me against a wall, hand clapped over my mouth, hissing at me to be quiet—maybe even still thrusting—as someone walked past on a nearby sidewalk.

But the problem was, the moment I saw that, my head turned the picture to him doingexactly thatto someone else. Someone prettier. Or with bigger boobs. Or less mental—

“Was there ever a time when you got one of these wrong? Perhaps made a mistake and forgot one of your client’s preferences? Or simply made a wrong judgment?”

“I can’t think of anything significant.”

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