Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (19 page)

Cade cocked a brow. “Isn’t that backward, sweet thing? Cherry pies should be in the kitchen.”

“I don’t want a red kitchen. It will look better in the hall.”

Cade held up his hands, palms out. “Suit yourself. The rest of the house is yours. This room gets a primary, dull tan.”

“I can live with that.” She had seen a fabulous piece of metal art in just the right colors to accent the room last week when she had stopped in at Silvia’s gallery.

“Good. Then it’s settled.” Grant kissed the side of her neck before moving back. “Now can we eat? I’m starving.”

“Not yet.” Justice kept her attention focused on Cade. “I actually tried to catch you at the office this afternoon, but you had already left.”

Cade visibly stiffened, all playfulness gone from his handsome face in an instant. “Is something wrong?”

“No, not wrong,” she quickly reassured him. “I wanted to discuss the case. You know,
Horn Hill versus Thomas Waverly
. We can put it off until Monday if you want, but I would really rather get it out of the way instead of having it pecking at my mind all weekend.”

They had agreed when she moved in that, whenever possible, they would leave work at their respective offices. Downtime, as much as what could be found among three thriving attorneys, meant downtime. No talking about their cases unless absolutely necessary, especially seeing as more often than not they were fighting on the opposite sides of the courtroom.

Cade nodded once. “We can make an exception this time if you want.”

“I spent the afternoon battling it out with Parker Ferrell. He’s agreed that, if I feel a plea bargain is the best way to get Thomas Waverly off the streets and keep the residents of Horn Hill safe, then the county will accept it. I’ve reviewed the reports from the forensic psychologist. I do agree that Thomas Waverly’s mental health is the prime concern in this case.” She held up a finger. “But I will not, the county will not, accept anything less than a sentence of at least five years in the county psychiatric hospital where he will undergo extensive psychiatric treatment.”

Cade slowly nodded. “I can agree to that.”

“Then we’ll take it before the judge Monday morning.”

“I’ll meet you at the courthouse at 9:00 a.m.”

“Good enough.”

“Now can we eat?”

Justice rolled her eyes, stifling a laugh. “Yes, now we can eat.”

Cade advanced on her so quickly she hardly saw him move. He hooked an arm around her waist, yanked her hard against his body, and took her mouth in a punishing kiss that stole her breath. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, devouring her, and rocking her world two ways from Sunday.

“Damn, you taste good,” he said when he wrenched his mouth from hers, the deep rumble of his voice making her insides quiver with excitement.

“I thought you were hungry.”

“I am. That was a good start to satisfying my appetite.”

She laughed as he released her and let out a yelp when he spun her around, her front colliding with Grant’s. The kiss Grant laid on her was more tender, slower, sweeter. He hesitated a breath away from her mouth, drawing out the moment, letting her see his full intentions in his eyes before he covered her mouth with his. He made love to her mouth, easing his tongue between her lips, licking the roof of her mouth, then drawing back to nip her bottom lip.

With Grant’s arms now locked around her waist, she knew it was Cade who pushed her skirt to her waist. His tongue traveled over the swell of her buttocks as he hooked his fingers in the strip of lace at her hips and tugged her thong down her legs.

Grant’s hands moved up her sides, pushing beneath her shirt and bra to cover her breasts, and her head fell back on her shoulders.

So this is the kind of dinner they’re after.

She certainly didn’t complain as Cade wedged her legs apart with his shoulders, turning between them so he could swipe his tongue along the already saturated folds of her pussy. As long as they put her hands on her this way, she was more than willing to feed them anytime they wanted.

THE END

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