Page 85 of Passionate Defense

Chapter 19

“READ THE US SUPREMECourt 1961 Mapp v. Ohio ruling, Mr. Jacobs. Evidence obtained through an illegal search, which is a Fourth Amendment violation of due process, is inadmissible.”

Ethan twisted the handle on his office door. When it didn’t open, he frowned. He didn’t remember locking it. Juggling his coffee cup and the pile of legal briefs from his last class, he fished his keys out of his right-side pocket with this left hand. A neat trick, considering he continued to lecture one of his more obnoxious students without missing a beat.

“It’s been the law of the land for over fifty years, Jacobs, and is unlikely to change.” Getting the door unlocked at last, he was amazed when the persistent student followed him in.

“Was there something else?” Ethan asked as he made his way around his desk and unloaded his burden. Taking a sip of coffee, he pulled out his chair and promptly choked. Sputtering and coughing, he tried not to suck what remained of his Americano into his lungs as he gazed at his wife hiding under his desk. In white knee socks, a pair of black Mary Janes, and a miniscule plaid skirt that left nothing to the imagination, she was practically naked, especially since the big red bow that was draped like a sash across her body left her breasts completely bare.

“Are you all right, sir?”

Ethan looked at the young man across the desk from him in alarm. He moved closer, using his legs to hide Lanie as best he could. He wouldn’t put it past the exuberant student to round the desk and try to give him the Heimlich. Putting up a hand, he shook his head, still unable to talk through his wheezing. He cleared his throat as he grabbed a few tissues and dabbed at the coffee droplets staining his shirt.

Still coughing every so often, he tried to move Jacobs along, when he noticed a full-length trench coat over the arm of one of the two visitors’ chairs. Beside it was a long, slender box tied with a red bow, an exact match of the one Lanie had draped around her. He flashed on her image and his cock stirred. Damn. He had to get rid of Jacobs.

When the kid suddenly stopped talking, a rarity, Ethan glanced up. “Excuse me, what was that?”

“Can I get you some water?”

“No, I’m fine. The coffee went—” He stopped as soft fingers slipped inside his pant leg, brushing his ankle. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “The coffee went down the wrong pipe, but I’m good.”

As Lanie’s fingers crept higher, he felt her face nuzzle against him. When her hand slipped between his thighs, he shifted, trapping her wandering hand. Instantly hard, he sat abruptly, his hand going beneath the desk. Finding one of her two braids, he tugged it in warning.

“If you want to discuss this further, although it’s pointless, you’ll have to make an appointment. I have a conference call in a few moments.” That was a lie; the rest of his afternoon was clear. Although he planned to block it off to see to the near-naked nymph who was currently torturing him beneath his desk.

“I have Wednesday afternoon open,” the young man suggested as he dug out his calendar and flipped through the pages.

Ethan couldn’t imagine what more he had to discuss on the subject, nor did he care with Lanie tracing the bulge behind his zipper. He tugged harder on her braid, but still she continued. When she eased down his zipper, he barely suppressed a groan as soft fingers reached inside his boxers.

He barked sharply at the kid as he dismissed him. “Schedule with my secretary, Jacobs, not me. And close the door on your way out.”

As soon as the door slammed, Ethan rolled back his chair. “What the hell, Lanie?”

“Happy Birthday?” was her tentative response.

His eyes ran over her perfect body as his brain tried to assimilate what was going on.

“Don’t move.” He bolted across the room and locked the door. In a flash, he returned, dropped his pants and boxer briefs before seating himself. “Carry on, naughty girl,” he said, waving at the full length of him jutting upward. “See to what you’ve caused then I’ll see to you.”

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