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“This is the argument,” Nikki replied, unflinching. She reached up and slowly, teasingly, pulled the silk scarf from around her neck. She let it drop to the floor. Then, she unbuttoned the second button. Then the third. The blouse fell open, revealing a black lace bra that struggled to contain her. The sheer size and shape of her breasts, heavy and perfect, were a physical presence in the room.

Judge Zimmer closed the file. “What I know is that you’re playing a dangerous game, Ms. Benz. You’re not in your usual arena. This is a courthouse, not a boardroom.” BigTitsAtWork-Nikki-Benz-ZZ-Courthouse-Part-Two

Nikki, still in her impeccably tailored charcoal pinstripe blazer and a white silk blouse unbuttoned one button further than regulation strictly allowed, closed the heavy oak door behind her. The click of the lock was a punctuation mark, a full stop on the procedural world and the beginning of a more personal negotiation. “This is the argument,” Nikki replied, unflinching

“Thorough,” he repeated, leaning back in his high-backed leather chair. He was a handsome man for his age, silver at the temples, with the kind of authority that came from decades on the bench. “Or persistent?” Then, she unbuttoned the second button

“You’re standing in my chambers, half-naked,” he breathed. “That’s your guarantee. If I wanted you gone, security would have been here five minutes ago.”

He watched her, his expression unreadable, but his knuckles were white where he gripped the armrest of his chair. She moved behind him, trailing a single, manicured nail along the back of his chair. The scent of her perfume—jasmine and something darker, more carnal—enveloped him.