Walking in, I found my receptionist behind her desk and my assistant standing at his desk. Ellianna sat in his chair, her focus on the laptop screen in front of her while William stood behind her.
Her hair was down and flowing around her shoulders. From what little I could see of her outfit, she’d changed out of that damned uniform and now wore a red V-neck top beneath a black blazer. Other than the glitter of the diamond studs in her ears, she didn’t wear any other jewelry. My gaze went to her throat and lingered. Offering her the internship had been a spur-of-the-moment decision. I could barely stomach the thought of going to work while she stayed at home, probably cleaning, even though I’d told her not to.
It was a stupid idea because I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep my hands to myself during working hours. But I’d be damned if I regretted it. I was already looking forward to all the breaks both the prosecution and defense would request throughout the day.
William was a great assistant. He’d worked for me since becoming a paralegal four years before. I’d never had any issues with him, but right then, he was standing far too close to my Elli, and I considered firing him on the spot.
Or tearing out his throat.
Reining in my emotions, I took the stack of messages my receptionist lifted toward me as I neared.
“Lunch here yet?” I asked Petra, flipping through each message without actually seeing any of them.
“Already on your desk, sir,” she assured me, seeming to sense my growing mood.
“Good. Ellianna, my office,” I barked. “Now.”
I heard a soft huff behind me. “I’ll be right back, William.”
“You two take your lunch,” I advised my receptionist and assistant, glancing briefly at both so they didn’t misunderstand which of them I was speaking to.
“I’ll wait for you, Elli,” William said, giving Ellianna a smile. “I’ll treat you to a pretzel, and we can look over these files while we enjoy the sunshine.”
My fingers tightened around the knob until I heard it protest. “She’s going to be a while,” I informed him through clenched teeth. “Don’t bother waiting. I’ll make sure Ellianna gets fed.”
“Judge,” she muttered beside me, her voice strained. She definitely felt my mood shifting, but whether she was trying to soothe or warn me, I didn’t know.
William saw the building rage in my face and gulped. “Right. See you after lunch, Ellianna.”
Taking her by the elbow, I pulled her farther into the room before slamming the door shut behind me. My eyes ate up the sight of her knee-length black skirt that matched her blazer. Simple, but sexy as hell. And then there were the shoes.
Fuck.
Breathing heavily, I stared down at the heels she wore. “Panties off.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
Fighting my hunger, I took a step toward her. “I’m fucking starving, Elli.”
Tilting her head so she could still meet my gaze, she pointed toward my desk, not backing away. “Petra got your lunch. It’s a chicken bacon ranch wrap. Don’t grumble at her because it’s not that greasy steak sandwich that she said you normally want. If I’m going to intern here, I can’t let you break my mom’s heart by eating like crap.”
“I don’t care about the sandwich.” I took another step forward, slowly erasing the distance between us. “Panties. Off.”
“But…” She swallowed nervously and glanced at the door. “We’re at work.”
“You weren’t so worried about getting caught on the plane last night.”
Pink filled her cheeks, but she glared up at me, one hip popping with sass. It only made me want to taste her more. “I was kind of lost in the moment.”
“Trust me, baby. You’re not going to care in about twenty seconds. Panties. Now. I’m not going to tell you again.”
“N-no.” She stubbornly lifted her chin. “I came here to work. If you only offered me an internship because you expect me to have sex with you in your office, then I’m going to go home and work there.”
I wrapped my hand around her throat, earning me a breathy little moan that she couldn’t hide any more than the flare of need I saw in her beautiful eyes. “I offered the internship because I know how capable you are. Getting to taste you throughout the day is just a bonus.” Backing her up, I stopped only when her hip brushed the desk. “Turn around.”
“Judge…” She might have sounded hesitant, but she still did as I instructed.
“You’re not being my good girl right now, Elli,” I scolded against her ear as I bent to pull her skirt up over her hips. “I’m going to have to do something about that.”
“Wh-what?” Her need bled into her voice, making her breath catch. “What will you do?”
Releasing her throat made her whine in protest, but I needed both hands. Jerking her panties down to her knees, I pushed on her shoulders, bending her forward. Looking down at her ass on full display nearly had me shooting off in my pants while I still had my robes on.
Shrugging the damned thing off, I let it fall to the floor before putting my handprint on her perfect ass.
She gasped at the sting. “Judge!”
“That’s not my name,” I growled, smacking her ass again, pleased at the slight jiggle I was treated to.
“Zachary,” she moaned.
“I told you to take your panties off, and you didn’t listen.” One more smack landed, the sound making my cock leak. I rubbed away the sting before trailing my fingers lower. She was already dripping honey. Feeling how turned on she was, I dropped to my knees behind her and started drinking up all her sweetness.
“Oh… Oh!” She pushed back against my face. “Zachary.”
“Are you going to be my good girl now, Elli?” I nipped at her swollen clit.
“Y-yes,” she whimpered.
I bit a little harder and felt her pussy contract. “You don’t sound sure, baby. I’ll ask again.” I rimmed her asshole with my thumb, making her whine in shocked delight. I slowly pushed it inside her. “Are you going to be my good girl?”
“Yes!” she cried. “Yes, I’ll be a good girl.”
“My good girl.”
“Your good girl,” she affirmed with a moan. “Only yours, Zachary.”
Tearing her panties completely off, I got to my feet and kicked her legs apart as I undid my zipper. Taking out my cock, I notched it to her opening, but I paused, wanting to watch as I sank into her from behind. While I slowly filled her pussy, I pushed my thumb back into her rear hole. Her hands clutched at my desk, disrupting papers and the mouse to my computer.
My balls were so tight, I knew it would be over soon. When I’d stopped fighting for control where she was concerned, I’d been unable to hold back anything. I’d already proven she made me a one-pump chump. But I’d be damned if I spilled before she got off.
With just the tip in her, I played with her virgin hole, listening for any changes in her breathing to tell me if she liked what I was doing. The way her pussy clenched and tried to suck my cock deeper told me just how much. Groaning, I bent over her back and sank deeper.
Reaching around her, I wrapped my hand around her throat and started thrusting. “Can’t get enough,” I growled in her ear. “You’re dangerous, my Elli. And you don’t even fucking know it.”