There was a clink as I threw my bag onto my desk. I’d almost forgotten that I remembered to bring a photo for my desk. I already had one from our wedding, one taken at my parents’ house, and another from the holiday party, but the newest one could possibly be my favorite of all.
I pulled the photo set in its new frame from my bag and placed it on my desk, next to my monitor. It was bound to get me in trouble, causing a constant hard-on looking at her lust-filled face every day.
Lila still pleaded with me to keep it at home, but I was set on what I’d said at Disneyworld. I wanted to be able to see it, see her, all the time.
I needed the good times to help me get past the days like today, when the world weighed down on my shoulders.
It was a beautiful day, which hopefully meant good things were coming our way. The late April day was not filled with showers, but rather a crystal clear blue sky and bright sun. Even the temperature was perfect for the day—sixty-five degrees.
“We just have to get through this, and it’s done. Over,” Lila said to herself in the mirror as she did her makeup.
I wanted to say something, anything to reassure her, but at the moment everything failed me. We were both wound tight. The last few months had been a constant up and down, and we both desperately needed Adam to be gone and our lives to even out.
My mind couldn’t stop playing out the devastation of Adam getting the minimum, which would have him out in less than ten years. I honestly couldn’t gauge my reaction if that happened. Would I crumble along with Lila, or would I fucking lose it and do anything I could to kill him?
Part of me wanted that. His death would make her world a better place, and I would do anything for her.
Darren was very concerned about that reaction—afraid I might go off the deep end and snap. What was worse was that I could see it playing out in my mind. The satisfaction of watching the life bleed out of him, out of his eyes.
The need to protect her at any cost, even above my own life, was severe.
I pulled my suit jacket on and straightened the collar in the mirror. “Ready?”
Her reflection froze still as a statue. I turned toward her, waiting.
“Tell me everything’s going to be okay.”
Fuck. I was already failing her today.
“Everything’s going to be great. In a few hours, Adam will be in prison for a very long time.” I couldn’t even convince myself with the tone I spoke in, so how the hell was I supposed to convince her?
Adam would be out of our lives, but for how long? Could I handle the decision if it wasn’t as good as we hoped?
She turned to look at me, her demeanor shut down, and I fell apart.
I covered the few steps between us and scooped her up in my arms, crashing my lips to hers. She shook in my arms, fingers scratching at me as they wrapped around my neck, teeth clacking as the frenzy built.
How could I forget the easiest, most simple way to get us out of our heads?
Touch.
Hands, bodies, mouths—skin against skin.
I turned her and threw us down on the bed. We were both fully dressed and ready to leave, but there was no way we could go as we were.
I was driven with need as I pushed her knees open and ground my hips against her, my cock begging to be inside. My teeth dug into her skin as my fingers tangled in her hair, pulling back. Lovey hugs weren’t strong enough on a day like today, and not when we both needed a connection.
She was moaning, her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I reached between us as I claimed her mouth again and pulled down the zipper of my pants to get my cock out. I moved her panties aside, happy to find her soaking wet and ready, and shoved my dick into her pussy.
My eyes rolled back, and I grunted as her tight warmth surrounded me. Fucking perfection. I could spend every moment of every day between her legs.
There was no time to waste. We were both going crazy. No words, no talk, just our moans and groans of want filling the air. I drove my hips into her harder and faster, trying to force the demons out of us. Lila was screaming, pleading with sounds, begging me to take it all away.
Everything was static except the pleasure. A crescendo in her sounds sent a ripple through me. My balls were pulled high, so close to giving me the release I needed. Her pussy tightened, her walls clamping around me. So close.
Harder.
Teeth clamped down on my neck, and my cock fired off without warning. I bucked into her, my whole body tingling in an almost pain.
Everything was gone. The whole world ceased to be. All that was left was fuzzy, tingling, white nothing and Lila caging me in.
Strength failed us both and we collapsed onto the bed. Heavy breaths, satisfied bodies, and clearing minds. After a minute, I tilted back to look at her.
“Hi.”
Her lips twitched. “Hi.”
“I think we may have to change.”
She let out a giggle that made the last of the tension fleeing from me.
“Considering your come is sliding down my ass right now, I’d have to agree.”
“Fuck.” I sat up, both of us moaning as my cock popped out, and stared down, watching me seep out of her. I licked my lips, loving the sight of pearly white covering her pussy. My cock twitched, wanting to do it again.
“Get back in.” She pouted at me. “I wasn’t ready for you to leave.”
I smiled at her and slid my still hard but softening cock into her. “Sorry. You know that’s one of my favorite things to see.”
“Pervert.” She nuzzled my neck, and I hissed when she moved over her bite. It was going to be a dark one.
“I almost feel bad for the drycleaner.”
She let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I’m on my third one since meeting you.”
“Third?”
“The first gave me dirty looks every time she saw one of your spots. You need to learn to aim better.”
I laughed out loud and kissed her hard. “I get so excited I can’t contain it.”
She kissed me, and we sat there for another moment, taking in the peace. When we pulled apart and looked down, I was also covered in a mixture of us.
“Looks like we’re both changing.”
“That’s what happens when you don’t push your pants down. But I also love seeing you with just your cock sticking out of the opening.”
“Me too.” I glanced at the clock. “Shit, we’re late.”
She tilted her head to look over. “No coffee then.”
I shook my head. “Nope.” I held my hand out to help her stand. “Come on, Mrs. Thorne, we need to get out of here.”
A half hour and one clothes-change later, we walked into the courtroom and sat down behind Lawrence.
“Good morning,” he said with a smile. “Ready for this to be over?”
I blew out a breath. “You have no idea.”
“I have a good feeling.”
I let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m glad one of us does.”
He gave an understanding nod and turned back to the file in front of him.
Lila was silent beside me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and she leaned in to me, her lips pressing against my neck.
It was just the two of us as everyone had already taken time off for the trial. The sentencing was so short that we promised everyone we would call them when it was over. There were only a few sparse people sitting around. So few, in fact, that Lila’s father and stepmother made up nearly half.
I tried not to look over at the bald fucker across the aisle, but I couldn’t keep my glare away. He stared straight ahead, not even giving a hint he noticed our presence. It was a good idea on his part, because I was more than prepared for another beat down of his ass. It was probably due to the restraining order. He was allowed near us at that moment only because the case involved his stepson.