Page 73 of Dirty Judge

“You’re just saying that.”

“My Ferrari was drivable as of last Saturday.” He trailed his finger against my lips. “It’s not as appealing as the front passenger seat with you, though.”

“I thought you hated my car.”

“I still do.” He paused. “But, it’s in your best interest to leave here and get into it before you do something you might regret.”

Silence.

“I don’t want to leave right now,” was all I could say. “I would like to talk.”

“We won’t be talking…”

“That’s fine, too.”

He smiled and gently pushed me backward, until my legs hit the edge of the desk.

Without saying a word, he slid his hand against my back and unzipped my dress.

The fabric fell into a pool on the floor, and he splayed his hand against my chest—pushing me back until I was flat on the desk.

I shivered as my bare back kissed the wood.

Moving between my legs, he bent low and blew against my pussy, darting his tongue against my clit.

“Oh my god.” The unfamiliar pleasure made me sit up. “Wait.”

“Wait for what?” He smiled.

“Um, I just…” I covered my breasts with my hands.

“You just what?”

“I’ve never had what I think you’re attempting to do… done to me before.”

“What am I attempting to do?” He grabbed my hands and pushed them away, making it clear he didn’t appreciate me blocking his view.

“You know…” I was blushing red all over. I could tell.

“You mean to tell me no one’s ever eaten your pussy, Olivia?” he asked.

“You don’t have to say it like that.” I whispered as if we weren’t all alone. “No man has ever performed cunnilingus or used his tongue to pleasure my vagina.”

“That’s such a shame.” He stared between my legs. “I would’ve devoured it weeks ago—every night actually— if we’d met under different circumstances.”

I had no idea what to say to that.

“Well—” I crossed my legs. “I might not like it anyway, so you don’t have to be the first.”

He let out a low laugh and uncrossed my legs. “Lay back down.”

“I’m serious, Liam,” I said.

“So am I.” His voice was firm. “Lay the fuck back down. Now.”

I swallowed and obeyed his command.

He pressed his mouth against my stomach, slowly swirling his tongue against my skin, making my breathing slow.