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The case file on the desk, the motion for reconsideration, the coerced witness—all of it faded into the background static. The only evidence that mattered now was the primal, undeniable chemistry between a powerful judge and a woman who knew exactly how to use every asset at her disposal.

He didn’t move his hands. He didn’t touch her. Instead, he looked directly into her eyes and said, “What kind of persuasion are we talking about, Counselor?” BigTitsAtWork-Nikki-Benz-ZZ-Courthouse-Part-Two

Nikki smiled, a slow, confident curve of her lips. She ran a hand through her long, dark, wavy hair, letting the gesture draw his eye. “I believe in being thorough, Your Honor.” The case file on the desk, the motion

She turned fully, facing him. The silhouette of her body against the city lights was a masterpiece of curves—the impossible hourglass, the heavy breasts, the flat stomach, the powerful thighs. She reached behind her back, and with a flick of her fingers, the bra loosened. The straps slid down her shoulders. He didn’t touch her

She leaned up and kissed him, not softly, but with a fierce, demanding intensity. His hands, finally, came up to her waist, then slid up her back, then finally, finally , cupped the heavy, soft weight of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth.

He turned his chair slightly, forcing her to step back. He looked up at her, his eyes hard. “I left a door open for legal argument. Not for this.”