Page 45 of Pride & Precedents

"What about your exam?" I ask, raising my knee unconsciously to help gravity nudge her hand even closer to my package. "Time management is the key to an effective study plan."

She leans so close that I feel her warm breath against my neck. She presses her words into my skin, branding me.

"Would one night off really derail my study plan?" She licks the ridge of my ear. "I want you so badly, Henry."

She arches her back like a cat in heat, grinding her lush curves into the hard planes of my body and awakening all of my senses. I hear the quiver in her voice. I smell the tang of her blooming arousal. I see the color rising in her cleavage, a faint sheen of sweat on her breasts. I feel the sharp points of her nipples scratching through the fabric of her blouse and my dress shirt. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her.

"What about a compromise?" I pant, logic draining from my brain with every swipe of her hot tongue along my neck.

"A compromise?" she whispers, still lapping against the column of my throat. Her hand boldly cups my erection now, and I clench my teeth around a groan.

"Yes. For every correct answer, you get to remove one piece of my clothing."

She giggles, then bites down hard enough to leave a mark. I hiss, and she licks the wound to soothe it.

"And if I get it wrong?"

"If you get it wrong," I answer, "we study for fifteen minutes, distraction free."

She pulls away from my neck with a smirk.

"Do you mean to tell me I finally got certified hottie Henry Park, Jr. alone, I'm giving him full consent to have his way with me, and all he wants to do is study?"

I take her hand from my crotch, bring it towards my mouth, and lick the seam between her index and middle fingers. Her eyes close at the sensual contact and I know I've got her.

"I don'tonlywant to study," I murmur. "Why can't we do both? Orgasms," I whisper, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist, "andexam prep. You won't forget anything from our special sessions." I give her my hottest look and see her eyes dilate further. "I promise."

She gasps before catching herself, biting her lip. Ms. Sanchez likes to be in control, it seems. If she's good, I might let her. She sighs, looking longingly at my mouth and the hard-on straining my pants.

"Fine. Multiple-choice questions, please."

I smile—I always enjoy a decisive victory—and pull out the sample questions from my bag. I shuffle through to find one that might stump her.

"Is a trial court in the First Judicial Department required to follow a decision of the Appellate Division of the Third Judicial Department? A: No, unless the Court of Appeals has affirmed that decision. B: No, because decisions of intermediate appellate courts outside of the Judicial Department of a trial court are not binding on that trial court. C: Yes, unless the Court of Appeals has pronounced a contrary ruling, regardless of whether the First Judicial Department has ruled on the issue. Or D: Yes, unless either the Court of Appeals or the Appellate Division in the First Judicial Department has pronounced a contrary ruling."

A wrinkle mars her smooth forehead before her mouth turns up in a smile.

"D?"

"Correct," I answer.

"Pants. Off," she orders, gesturing towards my stiff manhood. I suppress a chuckle as I undo my belt, open my pants, and push them until they're a pile around my ankles.

"Technically, that was two things, but I'll allow it."

She scoffs and waves her hand for me to proceed.

"OK. Next question. Which one of the following types of services is only available if service by personal delivery cannot be made with due diligence? Is it A: Deliver-and-mail service? B: Affix-and-mail service? C: Service on an individual’s agent designated for service of process? Or D: Service on the Secretary of State as a designated agent?

Camila breaks out into a huge grin, and I preemptively start unbuttoning my shirt.

"It's B: Affix-and-mail service." She waggles her fingers at me. "That's right. Time to get rid of that starchy shirt and show me those muscles."

It's clear she wants me naked as quickly as possible, and I have no problem with that. I'm already down to just my undershirt, boxers, and socks. I shuffle through the deck for an even harder question.

"Let's see if I can trip you up with criminal law and procedure." I know that's a weak area for her. "Two brothers were fleeing from the scene of a bank robbery they committed when one of the brothers accidentally killed the other. May the surviving brother be convicted of felony murder? A: No, because the brother who was killed was a participant in the robbery. B: No, because the robbery was completed before the brother’s death. C: No, because the killing was accidental. Or D: Yes, because the death occurred during flight from the commission of a statutorily specified felony."

By the time I finish the question, she's silent, biting her lips in thought. I convince myself whistling the Jeopardy song would be a bad idea. Finally, she sighs.

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