I Need To Taste You (2)

Mara’s POV

It was the final trial day, but my mind wasn’t on closing arguments. Every time Kai stood to speak, his deep voice sent fresh heat pooling between my thighs. I could still feel the ache from the jury room—his thick cock fucking me, his cum drying on my skin under my skirt. We barely made it through the afternoon without eye-fucking each other across the aisle.

When the judge finally called it for the day, I rushed out first, texting him a single word from the courthouse bathroom: ‘Come to the basement. I'm at the Archives now.’

He found me in the...