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Her breasts were free, full and proud, the large, dark areolas tight in the cool air. She didn’t flinch or cover herself. She owned the moment.

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Only then did he look up. His gaze, usually so stern and unreadable from the bench, was different in here. It was sharper, more focused. It traveled from her stiletto heels, up the long line of her nylon-clad legs, past the curve of her hip where the skirt hugged tight, and finally settled on the tension in her blouse. The fourth button, the one she’d deliberately left open, revealed a shadowed valley that had nothing to do with legal briefs. Her breasts were free, full and proud, the

“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?” His gaze, usually so stern and unreadable from

“Counselor,” Judge Zimmer’s voice rumbled from behind his vast desk. He hadn’t looked up yet, his thick fingers still tracing a line in a hefty case file. “Your motion for reconsideration was… spirited.”

She turned fully, facing him. The silhouette of her body against the city lights was a masterpiece of curves—the impossible hourglass, the heavy breasts, the flat stomach, the powerful thighs. She reached behind her back, and with a flick of her fingers, the bra loosened. The straps slid down her shoulders.