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fucking God.” How had she managed to keep cool under nearly seven hours of scrutiny, even finalizing a jury in one day? She couldn’t remember half of the comments, or the names of anyone. She hadn’t been able to think about anything but Craze’s face, his burning eyes, his dominating look and the way he commanded a room. Craze. Judge Randolph Mitchell. She’d heard the name, knew of his tough reputation, but had never faced him in court. Karma was a fucking son of a bitch.
    Her hand shaking, she managed to turn on the water faucet, splashing water in her face. The cool liquid did little to calm her nerves. Her pussy was wet, her nipples hard and her skin prickling. Playing with fire would result in flaming out. This was the worst situation to be in. She’d have to recuse herself, but what in the hell could she use as an excuse? Feigning an illness might work. Right. As if she could contract malaria overnight.
    Jess concentrated on controlling her breathing, allowing her heart rate to ease back into some sort of normalcy. A full five minutes later she tilted her head, studying her reflection. She could almost pass for a knowledgeable attorney instead of a hungry, wanton submissive. A smile firmly plastered on her face, she smoothed back the loose strands of hair into her tightly woven bun and walked toward the door.
    The moment her fingers touched the handle the door was flung open. Two hands grabbed her wrists.
    “Craze, I mean Judge Mitchell, I…” Flustered, she inhaled his scent and her pussy clenched Today he was all male. The look on his face was carnal, his eyes full of dangerous desire. ‘What are you doing?”
    “You know exactly what I’m doing,” Craze whispered between clenched teeth.
    “This isn’t the place.”
    “I don’t give a shit. I have to have you here. Now. I own you. You will obey me.” Lowering his head he crushed his mouth over hers as he pushed her against the wall. He yanked her arms up over her head, grasping both wrists in one hand.
    As her back hit the wall she grunted, every nerve ending on fire. Moaning into the kiss, she closed her eyes as his hand moved down, the tips of his fingers brushing the side of her breast, her waist and thigh. She was tingling all over, the anticipation of his desires, his increasing needs a powerful aphrodisiac. You can’t do this. What if you’re caught? What if… This was dangerous. Exciting. Obey. You will obey him.
    Craze kicked her legs apart and shoved his hand under her skirt, jerking the edge of her panties aside.
    Jess wiggled as he thrust his fingers into her aching cunt, pumping hard and fast. His nails dug into her skin, his hand keeping her secured, yet she slumped, would have fallen to the floor had he not been holding her. Her nipples scraped against the thin lace of her bra, creating a blissful sting.
    Flexing his fingers open, Craze plunged into her pussy with all four fingers as he swirled his thumb around her clit. He broke the kiss but kept his lips brushing against hers, his hot breath cascading across her skin. “There will never be a moment I can’t have you. There will never be a time you won’t heed to my desires, my needs. Do you understand?”
    “Yes. Yes sir.” Her lower lip quivered as he licked around her mouth.
    “You’re wet. Have you hungered for your ?”
    “God, yes.”
    “You need a whipping, a hard fucking like the good whore you are.”
    His voice was raspy, guttural and she was unable to focus. “I’m your whore, your slut.”
    “Good girl. Open your mouth.”
    She obeyed instantly, a breathless pant pushing past her lips.
    Removing his fingers, he shoved them into her mouth. “Suck. Clean my fingers.” He narrowed his eyes, studying her as she licked. When he seemed satisfied, he took a step back, scanning the length of her body. He growled as he looked into her eyes. His expression was one of control, absolute domination. Stretching her arms, he dragged the pad of his index finer down from