Page 37 of Passionate Defense

His hand found her bare thigh in the dark, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “This stirs up bad memories.”

“Yeah,” she sighed.

“Maybe you should hand it off to Beth,” he suggested.

“No. If anyone neuters Schlong, I want it to be me.”

“Excuse me?”

Smiling, she covered his hand with one of her own. “Didn’t I tell you? They have a pet name for WW&S in the hallowed halls of the courthouse. Wanker, Weiner and Schlong.”

“Fitting,” he replied, though without a smile or a chuckle. This wasn’t a topic Ethan ever enjoyed. “Who told you that?”

“Um... Attorney client privilege.”

“Knowing her as well as I do, I’d say Judge Studor started those names circulating,” he guessed correctly.

Lanie laughed. “I’m neither denying nor confirming.”

He flipped his hand over and intertwined their fingers. “You can do this. And once you start, I bet other women come forward.”

“I hope you’re right. From the rumors making the rounds, there are scores of them. No woman should have to put up with that crap to put food on the table for her kids and to keep the lights on.”

“Agreed. But there’s nothing you can do until you hear what she has to say and read her notes, so try not to let this spoil your evening, or our weekend.”

“I won’t, Ethan. I’m compartmentalizing as we speak.”

“Good girl. Why not go back to sleep?”

“I couldn’t. I need a distraction.”

“How about a little on-board entertainment?”

“What about an audio book? I have a collection of short stories I haven’t started yet.”

Ethan pulled her back when she reached for her purse.

“I had something different in mind.”

The timbre of his voice had changed, becoming richer and more resonant, instantly putting her on alert. Glancing at him, she noted the smile playing about his lips. Knowing he was up to something, her gaze dipped to the front of his trousers where she found the hard outline of a very impressive erection. For a man in his early forties, Ethan’s stamina and recovery time were remarkable. Although a decade his junior, Lanie was the one who had a hard time keeping up.

“The sweet sounds you make when you come are all I want to hear. Spread your legs and touch yourself.”

Rendered speechless, Lanie stared at him. This was definitely a new twist on an old theme. Whether it be with fingers or toys, Ethan liked to watch, but he had never suggested it in the car.

“We need to address this habit you have of stalling.”

With both eyes on the road, one hand controlling the wheel, he shifted toward her. Reaching over the center console, he brushed aside the hem of her skirt and stroked her bare pussy, heedless of the other cars that sporadically passed.

“Spread your thighs wider,” he ordered. “Let me in.”

After she did, he settled into a lazy pattern of stroking and petting her lips. Nothing more. Miles passed before he changed the play and dipped a long finger inside. With a strangled groan, Lanie inched her thighs farther apart, giving him better access. Her reward was the deep tunneling of two broad digits.

“That’s it,” he encouraged.

The wet sounds of his play were unmistakable, bringing heat to her cheeks. She often accused him of being insatiable, but she was just as bad. Soon Lanie was a mass of trembling limbs and twitching muscles.

The whole while, the vehicle never swerved once. When they came to an interchange, Ethan pulled his hand free to signal and take the ramp. With the car safely on course once again, he brought his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.

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