Page 71 of The Woman on the Jury

But only because both hands were grabbing the shirt, and pulling it upward.

It happened so fast that my arms went up automatically, and the material was gone in a blink, tossed carelessly to the ground.

This time, the shiver that moved through me was both hot and cold. Cold, because of the sudden nakedness. Hot, because of his brazenness.

I shouldn’t have found it sexy.

The same way I shouldn’t have found it sexy when he’d opened my robe.

Somehow, though, every single shred of hesitation had left my body. Because I was melting under his heated gaze.

“I might like this better anyway,” he said, his voice a purring thing, moving over and through me somehow at the same time.

His gaze lowered, and I watched his chest expand as he sucked in a deep breath, then slowly released it.

But he wasn’t done.

His hand teased over my belly for a second before finding the buttons and zipper of my slacks, working them free, then drawing them down.

Leaving me in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties with a pink and yellow floral pattern over the hip cut outs. The entire back was lace, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Knew these would look incredible,” he said, seeming to speak to himself, but his words warmed me regardless.

Yes, because he liked how I looked in them.

But also because I’d been wrong.

He hadn’t had a sister or assistant pick out the panties.

He’d done it.

With me in mind.

This man who seemed permanently attached to his cell phone, who was all about work every minute of the day, had put it away to think about me.

About me inpanties, nonetheless.

“But, I think,” he said, his finger tracing across my belly again, but this time hooking a finger into my panties when he reached the center, “they’d look even better off,” he said, then drawing them down.

Not only that.

Oh, no.

He started to move down as well.

A tremble of anticipation moved up my spine as he grabbed my knee, placing my leg over his shoulder, and burying his face between my thighs.

A strangled whimper escaped me as his tongue traced up my cleft before I remembered where we were.

In a very, very public place.

Sure, we had a full room to ourselves. And there were no cameras, thanks to the nature of the room. But people were just feet away. They could hear everything.

My teeth nipped into my lower lip as his tongue found my clit, circling it lazily, making my inner thighs start to shake.

My hand went down, bracing on his shoulder as the pleasure unfurled in my core, spreading outward until I felt completely consumed by it.

My breathing got fast and ragged as he drove me up relentlessly.

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