40|The Perez Trial I
I stared into those grey eyes of his as his cock banged against my g-spot.
Every thrust he gave felt deep and punishing.
Usually, I would want more, but this felt overstimulating.
My fingers dug deep into his shoulders as the pressure built, unbearable and so perfect.
"Nate," I breathed as tears filled my eyes, needing to cum earlier than I normally would.
"You're so beautiful, Nae," was all he could groan as he continued to ram inside me hard and fast.
My whole body rocked back from the force of his puncturing thrusts, pushing me over the edge.
I found myself holding my breath as my legs trembled and a strong heat pooled in my belly.
My arms pulled him closer to my chest, trying to keep him tethered to me as my aching body trembled around his.
"I'm cumming," I breathed out, barely able to form the words as the wave hit.
My grip tightened even more around him, my nails digging deep into his back as I shattered hard against him.
However, this didn't slow him down.
His paced increased as he drove into me hard and relentless.
His breath hitched as he pressed his forehead to mine.
Then a low, guttural grunt ripped through his throat as he slammed into me one last time and came, his release hot and deep inside me.
For a moment, neither of us moved.
Just a peaceful feeling, skin to skin, and the thud of our hearts trying to catch up.
He pulled out slow, and his hot cum leaked out of me.
I moaned soft, feeling his slow, warm cum and I winced as it trailed down my thigh.
"Fuck," I whispered as I closed my eyes and let my fingers lightly run over my clit.
I was feeling extra horny this morning.
"Are you gonna fuck your self, Nae?" He teased as he kissed my neck.
"Yes," I answered without hesitation and he paused to watch me.
"I always knew you were the freakier one," he said as he cupped my breasts and I winced in pain.
His hand froze. "Did that actually hurt?"
I looked away. "They're sensitive."
He raised his eyebrow. "Since when?"
I glared at him. "We just fucked of course they're going to be sensitive!"
The room went still and he watched me.
"Naomi, what the hell?"
I rolled my eyes. "Forget it."
My eyes glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Shit," I angrily muttered, pushing at his chest. "We have the Perez trial in an hour."
He didn't move.
All he did was look down at me like he didn't want this moment to end.
"Nate," I sighed out of frustration as I slipped out from under him.
My legs were shaky as I swung them over the edge of the bed and rushed to put on my bra.
He watched me silently before falling on his back with a sigh, one arm thrown over his eyes.
Just when I picked up my panties to put them on, my eyes narrowed at the sticky warmth trailing down my inner thigh.
"Fucking great," I cursed as I headed to the bathroom.
"You're welcome," Nate said as he finally got out of bed and followed me into the bathroom.
"You good, though?" I asked him as I tried to calm down.
He began to get ready.
"Yeah," he answered. "Why wouldn't I be?"
I grabbed a towel and wiped myself clean and fast.
"I don't know," I shrugged as I rushed to put on my panties. "You've just been down and quiet lately."
"I'm good," he said as he put on his pants before he tried to lighten the mood. "The question is, are you?"
"Ready to lose to me for the hundredth time?" He teased and I rolled my eyes as I quickly put on my pantsuit.
"In your dreams," I confidently said. "I'm winning this."
He laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it down, but failing, mostly.
The mess suited him, the 'just-fucked' look doing him more favors than it should've.
"I don't know," he said, glancing at me with that cocky smirk. "You were practically begging for mercy ten minutes ago."
I snorted.
"You wish. I was being generous by letting you have a moment of confidence before I destroy you in court."
He put on his shirt, leaving the top button undone like always because he knew exactly how to toe the line between disheveled and deliberate.
"Keep talking," he said, grabbing his tie. "I'll remember that when I'm handing you tissues after the verdict."
I buttoned my blazer, grabbed my case files, and walked past him with a smirk of my own. "Make sure they're lavender-scented. I only cry in luxury."
He chuckled before grabbing my waist and pulling me in.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you so much that the word love doesn't even do justice," I spoke from my heart and we both smiled.
"I never knew you could be poetic," he awed.
I gave him a quick kiss before pulling away. "I'm still going to win."
He laughed. "I really married a menace, didn't I?"
I kissed him once more before rushing out.
...
Perez sat stiff in the witness chair, his eyes darting between Nate and the table in front of him like he was trying not to freak out.
Please, please, please don't say anything stupid.
Nate wasn't giving him room to breathe.
"You expect the court to believe you just stumbled into that alley at midnight?" Nate asked, pacing slowly like a wolf circling prey.
"Wrong place, wrong time? That what we're going with?"
Perez swallowed. "I-I didn't know who he was. I didn't even touch him."
"Right," Nate said with a cold smile. "And yet his blood was all over your hands."
Perez's mouth opened, but no sound came out.
"Tell me again," Nate continued, stepping closer. "Why on earth did you have the senator's son's wallet in your back pocket?"
Perez looked to me in panic.
"Objection!" I snapped, rising to my feet. "Speculation and prosecutorial misconduct. Prosecutor Carter is obviously badgering the defendant."
Judge Rivera raised an eyebrow. "Sustained. Tone it down, Mr. Carter."
But Nate didn't back off.
Of course he didn't.
He turned toward me, voice sharp.
"Your client is lying through his teeth, and you're shielding him because you know you don't have a real defense."
I stepped out from behind the table, my voice like steel.
"I'm shielding him because you are acting like the judge, jury, and executioner, and this is still a courtroom, not your personal vendetta playground, Mr. Carter."
"Oh, give me a break," he snapped. "You're just pissed I'm five steps ahead and already cornering your case."
Kate tried to stand up, but I forced her to sit down.
I walked right up to him, my face hard.
"You're not cornering anything. You're flailing. Loudly. Because you know this isn't as airtight as you want it to be."
He laughed bitterly. "Your client stabbed a man and ran. That's not 'gray area,' Mrs. Carter. That's guilt."
"And you want so badly to be right, you're ignoring every inconsistency in your own case," I argued back.
"Or maybe I just don't have the luxury of letting murderers walk!"
The room fell into silence.
My jaw clenched.
Judge Rivera sighed. "Both of you. Stop now!"
But neither of us moved.
We stood there like two storms colliding in the middle of the courtroom.
"Can I continue questioning?" He narrowed his eyes at me.
"By all means go ahead," I glared before returning to my seat.
...
"We're losing this badly," Russell said to Kate and I.
Nate had been relentless this morning.
It makes sense since it was a senator's son who was murdered.
"Maybe we could do a plea?" Kate suggested, her eyes flicking toward the bench, then back to me. "Manslaughter, maybe. With time served?"
I turned sharply. "No."
Kate blinked. "Naomi-"
"No," I repeated, voice firm. "Perez didn't kill him, and I'm not throwing in the towel because Nate came in swinging with his theatrics."
Russell exhaled hard, rubbing his temples. "He's not wrong, Naomi. The judge is buying it. We're hemorrhaging credibility."
I looked past them, across the room, where Nate stood casually at the prosecution table, flipping through his notes with that quiet, infuriating confidence.
Like he'd already won.
And maybe he had.
But I wasn't letting him walk out of here thinking I froze up again.
Not when I still had one angle left.
"We're not doing a plea," I said. "We hit back harder."