Mr. Judge: A Man Who Knows What He Wants

He nods, eyes searing into me, as though he’s finding it difficult to resume a regular conversation after what we just did.

“I’m working on a graphic novel, actually,” I say.

“Yeah? What’s it about?”

“A woman who can dream things into existence. But then her powers get out of control. It’s sort of a ‘be careful what you wish for’ deal.”

“I’d love to take a look some time,” he says.

“Really?” I murmur.

“Yes. Really.”

“Maybe when it’s finished. I haven’t shown it to anyone yet.”

After a pause, I say, “Pearce, do you mind if we, well, don’t do anything else tonight? It’s just…”

My mouth is so dry but my body is screaming at me to shut up, to let the night go where it will, to stop allowing my nerves to destroy a good moment.

He frowns for a second, than nods. “Sure, whatever you say.”

I’m left wondering if I’ve just ruined everything.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Pearce

It’s two AM and the rain is still going strong, but it’s got nothing on the deafening thrashing of my thoughts. I think briefly about what Piper said, her mother implying she knew me when I’m certain I’ve never met her.

I try harder to remember, delving into my memory, but there are so many people I’ve come across in my line of work.

I saw Jules Davis in the courtroom, but I didn’t recognize her.

I haven’t been with very many women in my life, and, even if they were all over a decade ago, I remember them all.

Thankfully Jules wasn’t one of them.

So what the hell was she talking about?

I don’t ponder the problem for long. My mind returns to the kiss, to the way Piper sunk into it. There was that moment when I slid my hand between her legs. I felt how soaked she was through her pants.

She was drenched.

But then she asked if we could stop, at least for tonight.

I agreed, only because I could sense she felt nervous about it.

We settled Bones down in his bed in the living room. I thought he might want to sleep upstairs with one of us, but he was stubborn in staying where he was, curled into a ball, body covered with a blanket.

It’s like he knows we need our privacy tonight.

Like he knows I can’t stop thinking about stalking down the hallway and to her room.

I try to remember what she said about not wanting to do anything else tonight. But I can’t forget how soaked she was when I stroked my hand between her legs, cradling her to my chest, certain I could feel her heart hammering through her chest.

I climb out of bed, telling myself it’s so I can check on Bones.

And I do.

Walking downstairs, I poke my head into the living room. Bones is fast asleep, eyes closed, the blankets rising and falling on top of him. I walk softly across the room and scratch him behind the ear. He whines and rolls onto his side, mouth open, looking like he’s having good doggie dreams.

When I walk back up the stairs, I know I should turn toward my bedroom. I know I shouldn’t do what I’m doing, walking down the hallway to the guest room where Piper is staying.

I pause outside her door, my fists clenched, my cock pushing against my underwear and causing the fabric to shift around my thick cock. This is the moment. I need to turn back.

Gripping the door handle, I turn it softly and step into the room, feeling like a hunter as I walk to the edge of the bed.

My woman lies on her back, the light from the doorway shining on her body. She’s pushed her blanket off in her sleep.

Oh, fuck.

Precome burns from my tip when I see she’s only wearing her underwear, her panties tucked up into her pussy, her breasts on full display in her bra.

A vein slides across one of her breasts, a testament to her gorgeous size.

She blinks her eyes open, sucking in a short breath.

“Is this a dream?”

“No,” I growl.

“Pearce…”

I kneel down next to the bed, lean over and crush my lips against hers. There’s a moment of hesitation when I think she might tell me to stop, but then she raises her hands and clasps onto my cheeks, digging her fingernails in as her tongue seeks mine out, her moans rising in the air around us.

With a muffled growl, I push the blankets the rest of the way, freeing her completely. A shiver captures her body as I slide my hand up her thigh.

She reaches down, touching my wrist.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” I growl. “Tell me to stop.”

She makes the most captivating whimpering noise, biting her lip as she shakes her head. “I can’t.”

“Good girl.”

She lets go of my wrist and I slide the rest of the way up her leg, pushing down on her sex. I rub her panties, smoothing my hand over her lips, her hole, her clit.