Page 11 of Claimed by My Lawyers

We all crack up as the guys take the rings out of their respective boxes and join them. They’re made to go together. The rings and the guys. Then they slip the joined ring onto my finger.

I’m about to share my surprise when Damian calls out, “All right, Bill.”

What? The side door opens, and a judge enters. The marriage ceremony happens even though I’m pretty sure we can’t all legally get married, but all of our names go on the paperwork. We’ll see what happens.

“We can handle the rest. You better get on out of here, Bill,” Hendrix prompts.

“Don’t disrespect the courtroom.” Bill shoots us a look of mock worry.

“You know I have nothing but respect for this legal playground.”

“It’s the playground part I’m worried you’ll get sidetracked by. Just clean up after yourselves.” Bill lets himself out, pulling the door shut loudly.

We’re lost in a kiss for a moment when Hendrix’s hand ends up under my skirt. He’s caressing my ass for a minute before I realize he’s checking for underwear.

Easing his lips away, he says, “Did you come in this courtroom without panties?”

“Not yet.” I wink, and it takes them a second to catch onto my play on words.

“We better fix that,” Damian says.

Hendrix lifts me onto the edge of the jury box and works my skirt out from under me. Damian walks into the cordoned area and strips my top off from behind. My baby secret can wait a few minutes.

He makes atsking sound in my ear. “No bra either, naughty girl. We happen to know that you have no shortage of undergarments. If we’d have known you weren’t wearing any, we’d have had to stop the proceedings to make you pay.”

“I would have loved to see the look on the judge’s face.” Hendrix laughs.

“Or everyone in the gallery,” I add too lustfully.

“Does our wifey have a few surprises up her sleeve? Would you like that? Getting fucked in front of people?”

“I don’t have sleeves.” I raise my arms. “But I’m willing to try anything with you guys.”

“Good thing.” Hendrix unfastens his pants and wastes no time sliding his cock into my pussy. Damian and I kiss over my shoulder while I lean into him, and he massages both of my breasts.

Hendrix pumps slowly, a mischievous grin on his face.

“What are you up to?” I ask.

“You see that camera in the corner?” He nods over his shoulder.

My grin matches his.

“Smile, wifey. Damian arranged it so we can get this on camera.”

“Good thing I like being your naughty girl.”

“You’re a very good, naughty girl.” Hendrix kisses me.

And there it is. I finally understand how to be goodandnaughty.

He whispers on my lips, “Maybe we’ll end up with video of us knocking you up.”

“Sorry, that’s not going to happen.” I chuckle.

Confusion halts them in their tracks.

Damian says, “I thought you said you’re okay with the camera?”

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