“This is the argument,” Nikki replied, unflinching. She reached up and slowly, teasingly, pulled the silk scarf from around her neck. She let it drop to the floor. Then, she unbuttoned the second button. Then the third. The blouse fell open, revealing a black lace bra that struggled to contain her. The sheer size and shape of her breasts, heavy and perfect, were a physical presence in the room.
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.
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Nikki smiled. It was a victory smile, but a small one. The battle wasn’t won. It had just entered its final, most intense phase.
“I’ll need a guarantee,” she whispered, stepping into his space until her bare chest brushed against his wool suit. The sensation was electric. “This is the argument,” Nikki replied, unflinching
Only then did he look up. His gaze, usually so stern and unreadable from the bench, was different in here. It was sharper, more focused. It traveled from her stiletto heels, up the long line of her nylon-clad legs, past the curve of her hip where the skirt hugged tight, and finally settled on the tension in her blouse. The fourth button, the one she’d deliberately left open, revealed a shadowed valley that had nothing to do with legal briefs.
She leaned up and kissed him, not softly, but with a fierce, demanding intensity. His hands, finally, came up to her waist, then slid up her back, then finally, finally , cupped the heavy, soft weight of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth. Then, she unbuttoned the second button
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…”
She turned fully, facing him. The silhouette of her body against the city lights was a masterpiece of curves—the impossible hourglass, the heavy breasts, the flat stomach, the powerful thighs. She reached behind her back, and with a flick of her fingers, the bra loosened. The straps slid down her shoulders.