#dom!

He shook his head and placed his hands on his hips, looking off to the distance down the law library columns. He couldn’t believe how reckless you were. The Judge had issued a gag order on the case you two were on, and any prejudicial information now was leaked due to you letting your guard down on the key witness. They took an unexpected phone call while you stepped away and it ended up being a journalist from The Bostonian.

“Jeez, Andy. It’s not like I did it on purpose,” you hissed. He strided in less than three steps and you could feel his hot breath on you.

“No, doll. But now the cat’s out of the bag,” he replied as his height towered over you. His presence in court was always intimidating. He had a way to work the room and the jurors would always eat out of the palm of his hand. Andy Barber was not one to be messed with. His reputation preceded him, and while you were just as successful in the legal world, being Assistant DA, he had clout.

“Since when do we give each other pet names?”

“Since your little mishap will now allow Judge Hampton to issue a stricter gag order,” he growled and slapped your arse.

You yelped slightly, but grinned in delight.

“Maybe I should be distracted more often if you’re going to punish me, Mr. Barber,” you cooed and seductively bent over the cherry wood desk.

Andy’s eyes went dark and he licked his lips. The dim study room of the library was a perfect setting for what he was going to do next. Your heart raced and you swallowed hard.

He turned you to him and brought his lips close to yours, practically touching. He gently played with your hair, savoring the moment alone.

"Do you have any idea what I'd like to do to you?" His hot breath on her ear and sucked on your lobe. You rolled your eyes back, God he was good.

Andy pressed his body against yours and he started to suck on your neck as his hands anchored themselves on your waist. He smelled of sandalwood and scotch, and it ignited an ache in your core.

"Why don't you tell me?" Your voice rasped.

Andy slapped your arse once more, this time kneading his hand into your flesh and then anchored your thigh onto the table.

“How about I show you, sweetheart?” He smashed his lips with fervent urgency as you started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. Keeping steady on the table, you stroked his already hard member and moaned in his mouth as his fingers traced along your bare thigh as he hiked your pencil skirt up.

“Andy…” you breathed heavily as he tugged on your hair, exposing your neck. You hand still stroked him as you linked your legs around his thighs for him to come closer.

“Turn around,” he demanded, whispering in your ear.

Your eyes widened, usually you’d make love in the shower or on the stairs of his house. But tonight you could tell there was no sweet connection, tonight was about being raw.

You hadn’t reacted fast enough for him, therefore he grabbed your hair once more and flipped you over so now your chest was on the table. He maneuvered your legs to spread with the heel of his designer shoe. He pressed his hardened cock against you as his large hands roamed up your stomach and cupped your breasts tightly.

“You’ve been a bad girl…”

“Andy…I’m sorry about the gag order,” you pleaded as he peeled your blouse over your head and gently snapped your black bra with his index finger. He slowly slid the strap underneath and kissed your shoulder. His hot lips soothed your skin and he scraped his teeth, ending with a lick.

“Look, I’m not looking for forgiveness. And I’m way past asking permission,” he said as continued to massage your breasts, slowly peeling them out of your bra. Your eyes widened at the words that verberated your ears.