Page 49 of Dirty Judge

“Miss Spencer?” He called. “Can you come to my office, please?”

“Right away, sir.” I hid my smile as I approached.

When I saw him still sitting in the chair, knowing his ass was soaking wet, I had to bite my cheek so I wouldn’t laugh.

“Close the door behind you, please,” he ordered.

“Okay.” I obliged, and he lowered his voice.

“So…” He let out a long breath. “Apparently, someone decided to waste an entire bucket of coffee in my seat, and I don’t have an extra outfit with me today.”

“Oh, no.” I tried to sound like I gave a fuck. “I can’t believe that happened. Someone must have spilled it by mistake and ran off.”

“Is that what you saw?”

“No, I’m just making an assumption.”

“Who came in here while I was away today?”

“I didn’t see anyone at all, Your Honor.”

“I told you not to call me that unless we’re in court.” He narrowed his eyes. “Who came in here today, Miss Spencer?”

“I didn’t see anyone.” I gave him my best blank stare.

“Your desk is literally steps from my door,” he said. “You had to have seen something.”

“I’ve been busy running errands and going back and forth to the library. How could I possibly see everything?”

He clenched his jaw, looking like he was seconds away from losing his shit.

I braced myself for his next reaction, but instead he stood to his feet and unbuckled his pants.

He slowly slid them off and to the floor, exposing a pair of dark gray briefs.

“I’ll um—” My cheeks began to burn. “I’ll leave while you change.”

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

“I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to see you without clothes on,” I said. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want me undressing in front of you.”

“That’s absolutely untrue.” He loosened his tie and unfastened his cufflinks. Then he slowly undid his buttons one by one.

He was now wearing nothing but an undershirt and briefs, and I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.

I could see his huge cockprint as he flexed his hips. Then I caught the definition of his six-pack abs through the fabric; he was making me watch him on purpose.

He placed his pants and shirt on his desk, pushing them toward me.

“Since you didn’t see anything earlier, we can pretend like you didn’t see any of this, too.” He looked at his watch. “Tell the dry cleaners I need those things back within an hour and a half so I can make it to my next court session.”

I nodded, my eyes stealing one last look at his cockprint.

Dammit.

“Would you like me to add my briefs to the laundry as well?” He gently tugged on the band. “I can do that if you like.”

I quickly grabbed his clothes and left his office, shutting the door behind me.