Chapter 2

"Love you too, Hank," she admitted before she kissed him back.

Voight rubbed her back. His hand found the hem of her shirt again. Knowing what he was planning, Jess wiggled out of her shirt. His hands found her breasts, teasing her.
"I love it when you whimper," he whispered in her ear.

"Of course you do," she reminded as she nibbled his earlobe. "Hank Voight is all about control."

He smirked. Jess knew his game and she didn't seem to care. "So is Jessica Miller."

Jess took his hand. "Come," she said softly as she led him to the bedroom.

Voight lay on his back, starting at the ceiling, Jess snuggled up beside him. He stroked her hair.

"What?" she asked, knowing he was thinking.

"Just wondering," he admitted.

"Humm?"

"If it was the end of the semester."

She smiled. "Technically, yes. We start back next week."

"Thought so," he said as he smiled in the dark.

"Good Morning," Jessica addressed her first class of the new semester. "In case some of you are in the wrong room, this is Criminal Procedure, so if you're not in the correct place, you're excused. For those of you that are staying, I'm Mrs. Voight."

She walked to the first row of seats, counted out the number of students and handed the first student the syllabus. "The syllabus is being passed out. We will go over it as soon as everyone receives one." She heard the door open, and she looked up. She expected to see a late straggler entering, but instead, she saw Hank. He breath caught in her throat. Just as he did at the beginning of every semester, Voight was checking up on her. He nodded to her. She passed out the remaining syllabi, and extended her thumb, index finger, and pinky so he could see it. He smiled, nodded, and closed the door. A few seconds later, she felt her phone buzz. She knew he had sent her a text, but she couldn't read it till class was over.

"Ok, as you should know, class meets Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at 9. Attendance is mandatory, and if you miss more than three classes without a reasonable excuse, of which I will only accept two—hospitalization, which will require documentation, or death, your grade will drop one letter grade. More than 4 absences will result in an F grade. Now, I realize that you all are sitting here thinking I am being a hardass. I'm not. Along with the rest of the law school faculty, I'm trying to help mold you into decent attorneys."

Outside the classroom, Hank paced the hall. He wanted to go inside and watch Jess in action, but he knew he had to get back to the 21st. He opened the door again, and slipped inside. Unless it was urgent, the 21st could wait. He wanted to watch his new wife in action.