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“The kind of persuasion,” she said over her shoulder, looking back at him with hooded eyes, “that proves I’m willing to do anything to see justice served. You want to test my resolve, Judge? Let’s test yours.”

“Or?” he asked, his voice strained.

He watched her, his expression unreadable, but his knuckles were white where he gripped the armrest of his chair. She moved behind him, trailing a single, manicured nail along the back of his chair. The scent of her perfume—jasmine and something darker, more carnal—enveloped him. BigTitsAtWork-Nikki-Benz-ZZ-Courthouse-Part-Two

Nikki smiled, a slow, confident curve of her lips. She ran a hand through her long, dark, wavy hair, letting the gesture draw his eye. “I believe in being thorough, Your Honor.”

She leaned over him, placing one hand on each armrest of his chair, caging him in. The creamy swells of her breasts were inches from his face. “The prosecution’s key witness is a liar. I can prove it. But I need one more day to file the affidavit. You can grant me that, Your Honor. Or…” “The kind of persuasion,” she said over her

The case file on the desk, the motion for reconsideration, the coerced witness—all of it faded into the background static. The only evidence that mattered now was the primal, undeniable chemistry between a powerful judge and a woman who knew exactly how to use every asset at her disposal.

This is a work of adult fiction intended for a mature audience. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. BigTitsAtWork: Nikki Benz (ZZ Courthouse – Part Two) He watched her, his expression unreadable, but his

She straightened up, but didn’t close her blouse. Instead, she walked to the window overlooking the empty courthouse plaza, the city lights beginning to twinkle against the dusk. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her ankles, stepping out of it in one fluid motion. Now she stood in just her black lace bra, a tiny matching thong, and her heels.