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10. Docket Call

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BELLA

"I'm not pushing at all, but can I get a schedule on the progression of our physical relationship?" Edward whispered when we woke the next morning in his large California king.

The night before had been great. We drank a bottle of wine and ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because I'd burned the paella again, but that time, it was completely his fault, not mine.

After the professions of love had been made, we went to the kitchen, and as I tried to cook, we made out. His tongue had the ability to keep me from having any coherent thoughts, and when we finally broke apart, me sitting on his granite kitchen counter and him standing between my legs, I suddenly realized that the shrimp had been in the skillet too long, and the dish was ruined.

Maybe I'd never be able to make it for him, but when we sat at the table with a bottle of chardonnay and peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches, he had a huge smile on his face that I was certain mirrored my own.

"Well, I'd say we need to sit down together and map out a docket," I joked as he held me tightly against his chest. We'd each taken a turn in his gorgeous shower and brushed our teeth, donning our nightly attire. Well, his was a pair of boxers, and he informed me that he was only wearing them as a courtesy to me because he usually slept naked which was the last thing he should have said to me.

I was wearing a black nightgown that I lied and said that I slept in all the time. I was able to discreetly bite into the plastic tag holder and get rid of it before he saw it when I climbed into bed with him. My usual attire of sweats wasn't exactly sexy, and I wasn't about to wear those in front of him.

"So, what does Bella Swan do on a Sunday?" he asked as he continued to hold me, having not opened his eyes.

"Honestly?" I asked as I moved closer to him and threw my left leg over his, enjoying the warmth. It was November and it wasn't really cold, but I loved his warmth and the comfort of his body next to mine.

"Yes, there's only room for honesty now," he answered as he kissed the top of my head. I loved it.

"Usually, I like to sleep late but since the fall, my mother and Esme show up at my house with pastries and we gossip. After they leave for brunch with their cronies, I work and then try to lose myself in a movie. How exciting is that?" I asked as I moved up to his neck and kissed it.

"Better than what I do. Usually, I go for a workout, come home, work, and then watch a game if there's one on television. If not, then I work some more. I take a nap in the afternoon, and then I sit up until all hours of the night playing my piano and wondering where the hell I went wrong with my life and why I'm sitting here in this place alone. How's that for honesty?" he asked as he moved back from me a little and looked into my eyes.

"So, how about, just this once, we spend a Sunday in a different way? I'll make breakfast. You play the piano for me while I cook, and then we see if there's a game or a movie on television that we're interested in. If you want to work out, then you can, because I can read my book," I offered.

"Um, you're dodging the question, Counselor," he teased. I thought for a minute and then laughed.

"So, I should get my planner and we can schedule the progression of our physical relationship? I guess you don't leave room for spontaneity?" I asked with a giggle.

"God, you're going to give me a run for my money, aren't you? Fine. I'll show you spontaneous," he responded as he flipped me onto my back and kissed me gently. God, it was heaven. His lips felt like velvet to me. Neither of our breath was fresh, but I didn't really care.

His kiss was panty melting, and before it registered with me, I was pulling off my own and ripping off the black number I'd worn to sleep in. His fingers found my center, and I determined that the man should receive an award for his ability to kiss me and move his finger inside of me, both actions equally driving me crazy.

"Baby Jesus," I gasped as his mouth moved to my left breast, taking my nipple into it. It was much slower than our first time had been. That time had been a hurried rush of hormones and alcohol, and while it was fantastic from what I could remember, what the man was doing to me in that moment was so much better. It was so much more loving and sweet that I almost lost my head at the contact.

He moved down my body, and before I could comprehend the sensations that my body had yearned for, he was at my center, and his tongue was doing things to me that I'd never experienced in my life. He was very talented at the swirling, nipping, biting and probing. I could barely take in what he was doing to me before my body let go of the long-sought super-orgasm that had been lurking inside me. I knew I had it in me…it just took the right man to unleash it. No appliance would ever compare to that tongue, I was certain.

Once I released his hair, which I didn't realize I'd been tugging at, he moved up onto the bed next to me, making a huge production of licking his fingers and smiling like the smug bastard he could be, obviously knowing that he'd done something to me that had never been done before.

"Okay, Mr. Smug. You got me," I responded to his unasked question. I knew that he knew it so it was too late to pretend, and I didn't want to because I definitely wanted him to do it again.

"I'm not sure to what you're referring, Miss Swan," he teased as he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom, handing it to me. I reached down his body and felt his rigid cock, and I wasted no time ripping open the package and shoving him on his back.

I quickly straddled is legs and swept my tongue over his hard erection, hearing him gasp. I swirled around the rim of the engorged head, and then pulled back and quickly rolled the condom onto him. Once he was encased in the latex that I was certain I'd grow to hate, I moved up his body, kissing along his neck up to his jaw, finally settling on his lips.

If he thought that the fact that I could taste myself on his lips would deter me, he was sadly mistaken. It only spurred me on to make him see the same angels that I'd seen minutes prior because I wanted to kiss him as I welcomed him into my body.

It would be the first time I'd ever had sex with anyone I loved, and it wasn't lost on me. "Are you okay?" I asked after I broke our kiss.

"I honestly don't know the definition of okay, but all I want is to be inside you," he answered as he pulled me closer and kissed me again.

As we kissed and nipped at each other, I quickly centered myself over him and plunged down, gasping at how much he filled me. The man wasn't lacking, by any stretch…literally and figuratively…of the imagination, and I appreciated every inch of him. I began slowly stroking on his hard cock, kissing him and showing him that when I told him I loved him, I meant it body, heart, and soul.

"I could actually die right now," he teased as he placed his hands on my hips and showed me what he needed. I didn't hesitate to give it to him.

After several minutes of me moving on top of him, I felt myself let go, gasping, "Edward, god."

He continued to move me for a minute, and then he gently rolled me onto my back, not moving from my body at all. "I've never had the pleasure of making love to you before, and the last time I was with you, it was in a haze of alcohol. I'm glad that this time I have the privilege of being inside you as just you and me. I love you," he whispered against my jaw.

I placed my feet firmly on the mattress and moved against him to let him know that I wanted him. My hands were on his ass, moving him into me harder. It was incredible.

After several minutes, I knew he was about to come because I'd felt him twitch inside me and his body was as taut as a stretched rubber band. I reached between us and began stroking my bundle of nerves so that I could be right there with him again. When he felt my hand moving between us, he stopped moving altogether.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm…god…about to let go. Are you close?" I whimpered. He batted my hand out of the way, which surprised me.

"Love, I'll make sure that you get what you need. If you want to give me a private show or if I tell you to stroke yourself, then that's what I expect, but until I do, I'll take care of you," he responded authoritatively.

I pushed him back and looked at him in disbelief. "Wait…I can't get myself off?"

"Didn't say that at all. Just saying that I was trying…fuck…I can't…son-of-a-bitch," he gasped. Okay, maybe I squeezed his cock a few times as he started to give me a scolding about taking care of business. I was getting off, and I was perfectly happy that he was getting off as well. He just had to understand that it took a little more time for me in that position, and hell, I'd already had two orgasms.

"Yeah, I'm an equal opportunity employer," I responded as I reached down and pushed against my clit with my fingers. Within a minute, I let go, just as he did, and it was phenomenal.

Maybe he was intimidated by a woman who took care of her own orgasms, but he'd have to get over that shit pretty quickly.

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EDWARD

Well, I was in a new world. Never before had I had a woman actually stroke herself while I was fucking her. Maybe I wasn't as good as I thought I was? Maybe every woman I'd been with had faked it? Including her the last time I'd been with her? I didn't like pondering any of it.

I pulled out and got out of bed, leaving her alone. "Oh, come on, Masen," she'd called after me. I slammed the bathroom door and pulled off the condom, tossing it into the trash.

I reached in and turned on the shower, turning the water to hot, and I thought about what had just transpired as I let the hot water rain down over my body.

I'd told her how I felt about her, and she'd returned the sentiment.

We'd had dinner and then gone to bed, me just holding her.

I'd gone down on her, which had elicited a response from her that I was sure wasn't fake, so I had that.

When she was on top of me, I was certain that she was enjoying it, but when I moved her under me, everything went to hell in a hand basket. What had I done wrong?

"Stop it right now. We have to get to know each other's bodies. This was only the second time we've been together, and we've just told each other how we feel. I'd venture a guess I'm the first woman whose slept here all night, which should garner me a plaque of some sort on the wall, so stop castigating yourself that it takes me a little extra attention to get off a third time," Bella told me as she climbed into the shower with me.

"Did you fake it the last time we were together?" I asked as I washed my body, not taking my eyes off of her.

She picked up my body wash and began soaping herself which made me hard again. "It's a lot more difficult for me to achieve an orgasm in the missionary position without manual stimulation to my clit. I had an orgasm when I was on top of you, in addition to when you were going down on me, so that third one just needed a little more help," she assured.

"So you did fake it with me when we were together the first time," I asserted.

She seemed to think about what I said…which didn't make me feel good at all…and finally answered, "I can't imagine that I did, but I don't really remember enough about that night to say with one-hundred percent certainty that I had an orgasm. I know I truly enjoyed it, and I know I was sore the next day, but I'm going to have to plead the Fifth on whether I actually had an orgasm. Look, what we just did in there…that erases every other time I've ever had sex. I say to you, under oath, that I've never had sex like that in my life."

As I thought about it, I honestly couldn't remember if she'd given me any indication that she had or hadn't climaxed the first time we were together, so I truly couldn't accuse her of perjuring herself on the issue. I needed to think about what it was going to take for me to change it up for her enough so that my cock alone could make her scream. I was a vain, arrogant man, and I liked the idea that my cock alone could make her come.

"Okay, I believe you. We'll just have to experiment with position and stroke to see what we can do about it. I'm nothing if I'm not a perfectionist, I promise you," I determined as she rinsed her hair.

After the shower, we threw on boxers and t-shirts…both of us in mine…and went downstairs to make breakfast. Just as we walked into the kitchen, her phone rang. She picked it up from the counter and looked at the screen, and she mumbled, "shit."

"Hi, Mom…I'm not home…yes…I know that we always…well, I'm sorry if my date continued into today. You should think about that shit before you kick Phil… Hi, Esme. I'm sorry that I'm not home, but I'm getting ready to fix Edward breakfast. Maybe if you could do to me what he just…God, don't repeat that to my mom. Anyway, I'll catch up with the two of you over the week some time. Oh, I plan to. Bye," she conversed and then hung up.

I could see the amusement in her eyes as she looked at me while I waited for her to explain her call. "My mom and Esme are standing on my front porch and wondered why I wasn't letting them inside. I'm surprised that Mom didn't just use her key, but maybe after yesterday morning's conversation, she was a bit worried about what she'd walk in on. Anyway, they both say hello," she explained with a cute little grin on her face.

I leaned forward and kissed her lips because I could and rested my forehead against hers. "If I have my way, they won't be stopping by for breakfast on weekends without an appointment with you from now on," I responded. She laughed and pecked me on the lips, and then she went to the fridge and began pulling out items to fix breakfast. I meant exactly what I said…if I had my way.

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It was Monday afternoon, and I found myself sitting in the back of Judge Murphy's courtroom because Bella had an emergency hearing regarding the settlement agreement for one of her divorce cases. I checked the docket for Judge Murphy and saw that it was a case that she had to go up against Traigor, and I wanted to make certain that there were no problems.

He'd been served with the Temporary Restraining Order earlier that morning, and I knew that he wouldn't be happy about it at all. I fully intended to make certain that he didn't take out his anger on Bella. She'd finally told me about the last encounter she'd had with him in the elevator at the courthouse, and I was going to make damn sure that there wasn't a repeat.

"Hey, Masen. You here for a matter before Judge Murphy?" I heard whispered from behind. I turned to see Jacob Black sitting behind me. I quietly got up from my seat and moved to sit next to him.

"Hey, Black. Actually, I'm here for this hearing. Bella had a little run in with that jackoff before, and I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen again. What brings you by?" I whispered.

"Same thing. Tanya told me what was going on with Traigor's ex-wife, so I wanted to make sure that nothing happened," he answered. I was only mildly surprised at his excuse. I was pretty sure that, although he was engaged to the woman I'd met a few weeks prior, he still harbored some sort of feelings for Bella, and I needed to let him know that his role as her protector was now being filled by me.

"I object to Respondent's motion, your Honor. Mr. Traigor's client has agreed to the settlement, and his attempt to re-open negotiations due to the fact that my client has accepted a new job at a substantial increase in salary has no bearing on this proceeding whatsoever. My client's job doesn't commence until after the first of the year, by which time, the divorce will be final," Bella argued.

"Your honor, Mrs. Rainier violated a good-faith negotiation by not informing the Respondent that her financial situation would improve substantially within weeks of the dissolution and that she would, indeed, be making twice his salary. She should, in no way, be entitled to the previously agreed upon settlement. My client requests that this Court throw out the previous settlement agreement and order that the matter be mediated again in light of the newly discovered change in circumstance," Traigor demanded.

It was an argument that was really a loser, but if I was in his shoes, I was certain I'd try it myself. I didn't know if the timing of the new job that Irina Rainier had accepted was predicated on the fact that the divorce would be final or not. If it was, my girl was one smart cookie.

"Miss Swan, had the Complainant accepted the position prior to the mediation and, if so, is her employment contract in any way retro-active to encompass the amount of time between the mediation agreement and this hearing?" the judge asked.

"My client has not signed an employment contract to date. She has accepted an offer from the company last week, but she has received no compensation nor will she receive any compensation for any period of time prior to January 3 when she is scheduled to begin her job," Bella responded.

"In the event that there is an unforeseen problem that would preclude my client from accepting the position, she would receive nothing in compensation. She receives no severance package from her current employer upon termination, and I see no reason why the dissolution shouldn't be finalized today," Bella continued.

"Mr. Traigor?" the judge asked over the top of her glasses as she reviewed documents in front of her.

"I'd like to make a motion for a stay in the dissolution until we have time to confirm that Miss Swan and her client are being forthright in their assertions," Traigor attempted.

"In anticipation of Mr. Traigor's motion, I provide the Court with a letter from my client's potential employer outlining the terms of her employment. I also provide a redacted copy to Mr. Traigor, removing any and all personal information from same. We request that the Court seal the original document in the file so as to alleviate concerns my client has regarding future contact from the Respondent. My client plans to relocate in the interest of her own safety, and we believe that Mr. Rainier's knowledge of her whereabouts would be detrimental," Bella informed.

"I OBJECT! No allegations of abuse have ever been put forth, nor has my client ever been accused of abuse. Miss Swan's allegations are completely inflammatory and I demand that they be stricken from the record," Traigor shouted.

"ENOUGH! Counsel, approach," the judge demanded as she banged her gavel. I could see that my girl was just getting wound up, and I was sorry that Judge Murphy cut her off. I was hard as a rock as it was, and if she got to go on a rant in the courtroom, I was pretty sure that as soon as she was done with the hearing, I'd take her to a conference room and fuck her brains out.

As the two of them walked up to the bench, I turned to Jacob and saw the smirk on his face. "So, you two are serious?" he asked. I guess the pride on my face was all the evidence he needed to jump to the conclusion.

"Quite. I appreciate that you look out for her at the office, but for things like this, I got this. I love her, and if that son-of-a-bitch causes her any problems, I might have to call you to represent me when I shoot the cocksucker," I whispered, hoping I was getting my point across.

"Okay, resume your seats and give me a few minutes. Court is recessed for fifteen minutes," the judge announced as she banged the gavel on the bench and grabbed the file, looking completely flustered as she left the courtroom.

Once she was gone, I got up from my seat, as did Black, and headed to where Bella was conferring with her client when Traigor stormed passed me, knocking into me. He looked up and I could see the pissed off look in the douchebag's eyes. When he recognized me, he smirked. "Hey, Masen. Coming to get a look at the dirty tricks the Ice Bitch pulls? I wish to fuck I would have because I never expected her to pull a stunt like this. I look forward to taking her down a few notches. I won't get it this time, but I will eventually," he threatened.

I turned to see Bella looking at me with concern in her eyes, and I decided not to beat the life out of him in the courtroom at that moment. The bailiff, Miss Huggins, was a hell of a lot bigger than me and I was sure she could beat the shit out of me if she had to without the aid of the nightstick she had at her side.

"Traigor, you might want to be careful to whom you say that shit. It almost sounded like you were threatening Miss Swan. Her boyfriend might not take too kindly to that kind of talk," I gritted, trying like hell not to unload on the guy. I wasn't ready to tip my hand.

"Boyfriend? That bitch doesn't have a man who'd fuck her more than once. Even Black got tired of her dried-up pussy and got a younger model. I saw him at the movies the other night with a sweet piece of ass. I guess he got tired of getting frost bite on his dick. Anyway, I gotta piss," he announced and then walked out.

Just as I was about to follow the prick, I felt a tug on my jacket and turned to see Bella standing there with a bright smile on her face. Jacob was talking to Irina Rainier and the bailiff was talking to the clerk, so I took the opportunity to kiss her…much too chastely for my liking.

"What brings you here, Counselor?" she asked sweetly. I could tell that she saw victory within her grasp, and I was excited for her.

"Just in the neighborhood. Thought I'd stop by and see my girlfriend in action when she kicked that dick in the balls. Great job," I complimented.

"Thanks. He tried to get me into a conference room before the hearing, but I went and hid out in the bathroom and skirted in here right before the judge came in. So, are we still on for dinner tonight?" she asked.

I'd made reservations at Dahlia Lounge for the two of us, but I was starting to rethink it. Seeing her taking on the asshole and stating her case so perfectly had my blood boiling. I had no idea how the hell I was supposed to operate productively the rest of the day, but I knew that once I had her at my house that night, there was no way we were leaving.

"Um, actually, they're closed this week so I thought we could just get Chinese or something and try it again next week," I lied.

"Oh, okay. So, do you think I have a chance here?" she asked. Have a chance? Fuck, she'd just torpedoed that son-of-a-bitch, and I was sure that a lot of people would be talking about it…once I spread the word.

"Honey, I believe you…" I began as Traigor walked back into the courtroom and up to where the two of us were standing.

"Swan, if this doesn't go my way…fuck that, even if it does go my way, you'll be sorry for that other shit. I owe you, little girl, and I always repay my debts. Masen won't fall for your shit either because he's a hell of a lot smarter than most of the guys you fuck," Traigor whispered.

"Thanks for the compliment, Traigor. As a matter of fact, I am a lot smarter than most…or likely all…of the guys she's dated in the past because I made sure to lock her into a relationship. By the way, you stupid prick, if you touch a hair on the head of the woman that I love, I'll cut your dick off and shove it up your ass. Have a nice day. Honey, I'll see you at home later," I called to Bella just as the judge returned to the courtroom.

I could see the stunned look on the bastard's face, and I was glad I'd put it there. I'd meant every goddamn word I said, and if he thought I was bluffing, he was out of his cotton-picking mind. I almost hoped he thought I was because I'd have loved nothing more than to show him just how goddamn serious I was.

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BELLA

After Judge Murphy sat down, we all took our seats. "I've considered this case and this Court finds in favor of the Complainant. The Settlement Agreement remains in effect, and the Respondent is ordered to submit to this court a cashier's check in the amount of one-hundred-and-seventy-five thousand dollars by close of business on December 20. Upon sale of the marital home, it is ordered that the proceeds be divided equally between the parties with the Respondent paying any and all closing costs as are conditioned by the sale agreement from his half of the proceeds. Respondent has ten-days to appeal this court's decision, but I truly suggest you think long and hard about it because if you do, I can't guarantee that things will work out so well for you the next time. Court is adjourned. Miss Swan and Mr. Masen, in chambers please," Judge Murphy ordered.

I turned to the back of the courtroom and saw that Edward was on his way out when he heard his name called, and I saw him drop his head and shake it, slowly turning around and walking back toward me. He'd almost got away, God bless him.

I saw Traigor out of the corner of my eye talking to his client who appeared to be pissed off as much as I thought he would be. I turned to Irina to warn her because I was certain that there would be trouble. "Irina, are you still staying at a hotel?" I whispered. She'd actually already moved to Los Angeles because Laurent had threatened her and she was petrified.

"I am, but I'm getting a six o'clock flight back to LA tonight. I don't want to be anywhere near here where he can get to me. Vickie is flying down with me. Something happened with her and Riley, and the engagement is off, so she's going to stay for a while," Irina responded.

I was actually happy about that news. We hugged good-bye and she promised to pay me after she received her settlement. I was looking at a pretty good fee, and I wasn't unhappy about it.

"Stay in touch with me. If he shows up in LA, you damn well better call me. I've got an acquaintance from law school who lives down there and I can get a protective order against the bastard within hours," I assured. My friend, Tia Carrone, practiced family law in LA. I'd make sure that she could take on Irina's case if Laurent tried anything.

"Love, we should go," Edward remarked as he touched my shoulder. I knew the judge was waiting for us, and I wasn't excited about it. It usually meant that we would get stuck with another pro bono case, and my load was already heavy at work.

"Oh, is this the light in your eyes? Hi, I'm Irina Rainier. Actually, I guess now I'm Irina Denali. You are?" she asked as she extended her hand.

"Edward Masen, Bella's boyfriend. Congratulations," Edward replied as he shook her hand.

"No wonder she's in such a good mood. Bella, thank you for everything. Jacob offered to wait for me and see me to a cab. I'll be in touch," Irina responded as she gathered her things and left.

"Well, shall we?" Edward asked as he grabbed my empty hand and led me to the judge's chambers.

He knocked and once we were summoned inside, I immediately worried. She was hanging her robe with her back turned to us, and I looked at Edward to see if he had any idea why we were there. He merely shrugged.

She turned around and smiled at us. "It's not an execution. Sit, sit, sit," she ordered. We both dropped into the chairs across from her and waited.

She looked through the papers on her desk and then she sat back with her forearms resting on her chair, looking at the two of us. "Mr. Masen, I'm going to start with you. Why did you shuffle that pro bono case off on your associate? I assigned that case to you for a reason," she asked.

I saw Edward squirm because we both knew what she was talking about. I had to step up. "Um, actually, your Honor, it was my fault. I brought Mr. Masen into a situation that put him in a conflict with Miss Tanner's case. I was going to second chair for him, but one of my clients happened to be involved with the alleged father of Miss Tanner's baby, and once we both figured out we were conflicted, Mr. Masen re-assigned the case to Mr. McCarty and, I believe, he took one of Mr. McCarty's cases in exchange. It wasn't meant disrespectfully, I promise you," I explained.

"Hmm. So, Masen, now that you and Swan are dating you've lost your tongue?" she teased with a laugh in her voice.

"I've learned, Your Honor, that Miss Swan tends to have the ability to explain things far better than me. I apologize for not continuing to represent Miss Tanner, but as soon as we realized we were conflicted, I contacted Mr. McCarty and he entered his appearance. I've Chinese-walled myself at the firm, and I can assure you that any proceedings regarding Miss Tanner's case will be handled by Mr. McCarty without any influence by me or Miss Swan," Edward assured.

"Actually, I'd have assigned it to McCarty, but I haven't had him in my courtroom in a while. So, Miss Swan, you do realize that Traigor's not going to go quietly into this sweet night. Don't look so shocked. We judges talk. Judge Shaw told me about the emergency restraining order he signed off on for your client, Victoria Traigor. I called the two of you back here for a reason. I've heard rumors that Traigor's been talking about you in not so kind terms around the courthouse. I'm talking as your friend here, not a judge. Now, as a judge, I'm making it known that should you require a protective order, you can call me anytime, day or night. I'm almost hurt you didn't call me about this one. I'd have gladly signed it.

"On another note, I've got another pro bono that I'm going to ask the two of you to take on together. You've seen the news reports about the custody battle over Baby Jane Doe? She's the little girl who was abandoned at the firehouse by her mother. Her father and her maternal grandparents, who are both financially strapped, are both petitioning for custody. I'd like the two of you to file appearance as Guardians Ad Litem and figure out who should get the child. The mother is apparently in jail in Arizona, and she's undergoing detox so she's not fit to retain custody. Pick up the file from my secretary," she ordered.

I looked at Edward, and he only smiled. "Certainly, Judge Murphy. We'll pick up the file this afternoon, and we'll file our appearance by Wednesday afternoon after we both clear conflicts," Edward responded.

"Good. Oh, and kids, if you two ever find yourselves in need of a judge to perform a certain ceremony and you don't ask me, you'll have a very tough time in my court. We're done here," she dismissed. We both rose and quickly got out of her chambers.

As we were walking down the hallway toward the parking garage, I was nervous about what she'd said. I stopped him and looked into his eyes. "She didn't freak you out with that 'ceremony' crap did she? You know that there's no way I ever…" I began. I didn't get to finish my sentence because his soft lips shut me the hell up. I couldn't even get mad about getting cut off mid-sentence. The kiss was just that good.

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E/N: Ah, so we're moving along and we got a little sexin' in. Please let me know what you think.

The only term I feel the need to explain is the term "Chinese-wall." It's an industry term…or it was at my firm…when an attorney is in conflict with a case, the file is labeled that he/she are not to have access to the file nor are they allowed to have any information on the matter. It's done so that the firm doesn't have to give up the case simply because one attorney has a conflict. If that's not clear, let me know and I'll try to explain it better.

Till next time…xoxo