Page 46 of Pride & Precedents

"I'm probably wrong, but…is it A?"

My jaw drops.She got it right!It shouldn't surprise me, given our years together, but a question like that could stump even a seasoned attorney. Most people get confused and go with what they feel is right, rather than sticking to the letter of the law.

If she asks me to take off my boxers, the game's over already.

"I take it from your dumbfounded expression I actually got that right?" she asks hopefully. My expression is chagrined.

"Right again. I told you you're already more prepared than you think."

She rubs her hands together with glee before pointing to my undershirt, indicating I should take it off. She's biting her lip again, this time clearly enjoying my impromptu striptease. Once I'm shirtless, she reaches a hand out to touch my abs and I grab her wrist.

"Ah ah ah, Ms. Sanchez. No fun until the game is done."

She pretends to pout around a barely controlled smile.

"A decedent died intestate last year leaving a net estate of $150,000. He was survived by his wife, his son, and one grandchild, the child of his predeceased daughter. The decedent’s estate should be distributed: A: Entirely to the wife. B: $75,000 to the wife and $75,000 to the son. C: $50,000 each to the wife, son and grandchild. Or D: $100,000 to the wife, and $25,000 each for the son and grandchild."

Camila lets out a frustrated grunt.

"Ugh! I barely passed estate law. I'm toast."

I grab a legal pad from the coffee table and make a quick diagram.

"If you're ever stumped on an estate question, I find drawing a family tree is helpful."

She leans over to watch me, her chin resting on my shoulder. Everything in me is telling me to turn and kiss her; forget thebar exam and show her the bar in my boxers, ready to make her scream.Focus, Henry!

She reaches past me to add her own notes to my diagram and I know she's got it.

"The answer is D: $100,000 to the wife, and $25,000 to the son and the grandchild!"

"You got it!"

"Woo hoo!" she whoops, shaking with pure joy. Her happiness is contagious, and I pull her into a hug. Despite all the pressure from my family, I love the law. Seeing someone I care about share the same passion warms something deep inside my chest.

"Alright, counselor," she says from next to my ear. "Drop those drawers!"

She sits back to watch me as I stand and inch my boxers slowly down my legs. Her face is full of desire, which magnifies tenfold when my cock leaps out like a fleshy spear.

"Wow."

I almost laugh. I love a woman who's not afraid to say what she wants, to show me she wants me. If the look on her face were any hotter, my glasses would fog up.

"Well?" I say, standing naked before her. "You seem a little overdressed right about now."

She shakes her head to clear her daze and stands to face me.

"Of course."

Without hesitation, she takes the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head. The material catches on her hair, and the French knot from work tumbles free to release her beautiful espresso locks. Under her dress, she's wearing a matching bra and panties in sepia that accentuate the honey tone of her skin.

She's a true hourglass: full hips marbled with shimmering stretch marks, a defined waist, and ample breasts pushing against the lace of her bra. Her nipples are as erect as I am, begging to be touched, and my eyes wander down to notice theplump lips of her pussy visible through the thin fabric. I audibly gulp and she laughs at my eagerness. Before she can undo her bra, I replace her hands with my own on the clasp in between her shoulder blades.

"Please, allow me. I've been dying to see what's under all these sexy clothes you've been torturing me with. I'll be damned if you get to do all the unwrapping."

With a flick of my wrist, her bra is open and the straps fall down her arms. When it finally falls away, my mouth goes dry. Her breasts hang in enticing teardrops, each tipped with a large areola the color of milk chocolate.

"Incredible," I murmur.

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