Lawfully Screwed (Lawful Affair)

by Victoria Bright

  Lawfully Screwed

  A Lawful Affair Novel (#1)

  By Victoria Bright

  COPYRIGHT 2018 VICTORIA BRIGHT

  Cover Design: Laura Hidalgo

  Editor: Edits By V

  Proofreader: Phoenix Quill Editing

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to similarly named places or to persons living or deceased is unintentional.

  Special Thanks

  Thanks so much to author Leslie McAdams for allowing me to pick your brain to make Mason a bad ass in court. You were so sweet and didn’t hesitate to help! Thank you for everything!

  -Victoria Bright

  Chapter 1

  Today was the fucking worst.

  I took a quick peek at my watch for the third time since I’d been in the courtroom and ground my teeth. Time ticked by slower than dripping molasses, making me more and more anxious with each passing second. Greenville County Family Court was packed on this particular Monday and the lack of air conditioning made it extremely uncomfortable to be in for long periods of time. A toddler whined in the back of the courtroom and another person was having a coughing fit that was probably a cause for concern. I slightly loosened my tie and dabbed my forehead with a handkerchief, stealing a glance at my watch once again. I fucking hated court days.

  “If our case isn’t called in the next hour, I may just sweat to death,” Aaron whispered.

  “That makes two of us,” I muttered. My case partner, Aaron and I sat on the bench along with other attorneys and clients as we awaited our turn to stand before the judge for a pre-trial motion. I glanced at my watch once again and sighed. It was only a little after eleven in the morning with no end in sight. Our client, David Kent, shifted nervously next to me as his eyes darted around the courtroom. The blue dress pants he wore now sported a sweat stain mark from the numerous times he wiped his sweaty palms on his legs. From the way the man was worrying, you’d think he was on his way to the electric chair.

  “How much longer do you think it’ll be before they call us?” he asked me.

  I shrugged. “It could be the next case or be another hour or two. It’s pretty packed in here today,” I mentioned, glancing around at the people that surrounded us. He blew out a breath and ran a hand through his damp hair, his right foot tapping the floor. “Nervous?”

  “As all hell,” he admitted. “This bitch is trying to take me for everything I have, you know? I’m just afraid the judge is going to see it her way and she’s going to take everything and—”

  “Relax, relax,” I coaxed. “I have everything under control. Trust me.”

  He gave me a tight nod and focused his attention forward. His soon-to-be ex-wife sat a few benches ahead of us and was in deep discussion with her attorney.

  As the judge droned on and on about the current case, my phone vibrated in my breast pocket. I pulled it out and unlocked the screen to be greeted with a text message from Kayla, a woman I hooked up with a few times.

  Kayla: Morning, handsome. You busy?

  I shot her a quick text to let her know I was in court and went to place my phone back into my pocket, only for it to vibrate immediately after.

  Kayla: Oh that’s too bad. Wish you were here with me.

  A picture of her in front of a full-length mirror in nothing but a red bra and panty set appeared on my screen. I bit the inside of my cheek as my eyes raked over the fullness of her breasts and the sexy curves of her body. Before I could fully appreciate her current picture, another one followed, her panties pulled to the side, showing me a perfect view of her wet slit. I quickly cupped my hands around my phone to make it a little difficult for those on either side of me to see the screen.

  Kayla: I’m so wet for you right now. I’m throbbing just thinking about you fucking me.

  I blew out a long breath and hit the home button on my phone. Remember what you learned in support group. Remember what you learned. Women like her were a complete test of my willpower, making it hard to stay on the straight and narrow path. It also didn’t help being sandwiched between my case partner and client. The courtroom was the last place I needed an erection.

  My phone vibrated again, a small thumbnail of her bent over in front of the mirror giving me a perfect view from behind showing up on my screen. I cleared my throat and blacked out my screen, putting my phone face down on my thigh as I tried to concentrate on everything but the pictures she’d just sent me.

  My phone vibrated once again, this time grabbing Aaron’s attention. He glanced my way.

  “Someone’s popular this morning,” he whispered with a chuckle, shaking his head. I peeked at my screen and saw that she’d sent a video clip. Fucking hell.

  I opened the message, tempted to see what the video was but couldn’t risk garnering the attention of those around me.

  Mason: Don’t be a tease. I told you I was in court.

  She responded immediately.

  Kayla: Go to the bathroom and rub one out with me. I know how you love to watch me come for you.

  Another picture came through of two of her manicured fingers holding her lips apart, exposing the soft, pink flesh of her tight cunt. I cleared my throat and blacked out the screen of my phone.

  “You look like you’re about to pass out,” Aaron said, raising his eyebrow at me. “You okay?”

  “I’m going to run to the bathroom really quick,” I said to Aaron and Mr. Kent, excusing myself from my seat. I dashed out of the courtroom and into the cool hallway, a chill rolling down my spine when the cool air hit the damp spot around my collar and upper back. I positioned my briefcase in front of me in a poor attempt to hide my growing erection as I briskly walked to the bathroom. I didn’t know what was worse; walking past a group of women that stood in the hallway in my condition or having my briefcase hit my painfully hard cock with each step I took.

  Once in the safe confines of the bathroom, I quickly checked under the stalls to make sure I was alone before locking myself in the one furthest from the door and pulling out my phone. I opened Kayla’s messages and played her video clip, licking my lips as I watched her rub her clit in slow circles. I felt around in my pockets for my earbuds, relieved when I felt the tangled cord brush against my fingertips. Plugging them into my phone, I FaceTimed Kayla, unbuttoning my dress pants and sitting on the toilet.

  “Hey there, sexy,” she purred upon answering with a sexy smile, positioning her MacBook.

  “I’m short on time, so we have to be quick. What do you have for me?” I asked, anxious to see her in action. My body thrummed with anticipation and excitement at watching her come apart. The smile that was just on her lips shrunk at my words, her posture tensing as her eyes narrowed at the screen.

  “Short on time? What are you doing? Are you with someone?” she asked.

  I groaned and ran a frustrated hand down my face. “Kayla, I just told you ten minutes ago that I’m at court with my client. Are we doing this or what?” I asked, becoming irritated. Although she was a great fuck and nice to masturbate to, the woman was crazy. She was a sexy, sweet little thing when I met her in the deli at the grocery store last summer. Her silky almond skin, chestnut eyes, black curly hair and pretty white smile was enough to get any man’s attention, but it didn’t take me long to realize why she was still single. She gave me the headache of a relationship without even being in one, causing me to have to limit my interactions with her.

  She sighed and slightly pouted her sexy, full, glossy lips. “I’m sorry, Masey. Sure, we can have some quick fun,” she agreed, running a finger across the top of her breasts.
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br />   I narrowed my eyes. “I told you about calling me that.” Pet names were another form of being possessive, never mind the fact that I’d told her from the beginning that I had no plans of being in a committed relationship anytime soon. Or ever.

  “I’m sorry, Mason.” She giggled. “Let’s have some fun then.”

  “Good,” I murmured. “How about you start by taking those panties off and let me see how wet you really are for me?”

  A slow smile crept across her lips as she hooked her thumb under the lace band of her panties, slowing pulling them down. Just when they were halfway down, she suddenly pulled them back up and began to sway her hips from side to side. I checked my watch once again and fought the urge to groan in frustration. As much as I would’ve like to see her do a little strip tease for me, my time was as short as my patience, which was almost nonexistent.

  “Are you just going to tease me the whole time and send me back in court with a hard dick?” I asked with a smirk. She giggled again.

  “Of course not. I wouldn’t want any other woman to look at what’s mine,” she answered. It took everything in me not to roll my eyes at her words, but I didn’t have time to pick an argument with her.

  My attention focused on the panties she was now pulling back down, stepping out of them before laying back on her bed. She pushed her MacBook back a little positioned herself in front of it, giving me a nice view of her pussy. I pulled off a wad of toilet paper and placed it on my lap, my cock in my hand within seconds, throbbing with the need to be deep inside of her.

  She ran a finger up and down her wet slit before slipping it inside of her with a soft moan. “Too bad you aren’t here pounding my tight little pussy,” she moaned as she worked two fingers inside of her.

  I firmly stroked my cock as I watched her please herself. “You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now,” I murmured. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

  Her moans serenaded my ears as I watched her, matching my strokes with the tempo of her fingers. My mind flipped through the numerous times I’d fucked her as I imagined her wet pussy squeezing my cock as she rode me.

  A text message from Aaron filled my screen.

  Aaron: You okay in there? They’re about to wrap this case up and we’re next.

  “Mason, you still there?” Kayla asked. I just need a few more minutes, I thought, closing the text message.

  “Yeah, my case partner is wondering where I am, but it’s fine. Keep going,” I said. She settled back onto her pillows and continued masturbating, but it wasn’t turning me on enough to make me come. Conflicting thoughts soon overwhelmed me, making it hard to concentrate on Kayla and the show she put on for me. On one hand, I had this incredible sexy, although slightly insane woman masturbating to please me and on the other hand, I could hear the words of my support group director. The first step is admitting you have an addiction. You then have to decide if you’re ready to be responsible enough to combat your addiction. You owe it to yourself to be better, do better. Only you can make that decision.

  “Mason,” Kayla moaned, pulling me out of my thoughts. She’d retrieved the dildo she kept in her nightstand next to her bed and quickly moved it in and out of her. I blew out a breath and stroked myself faster.

  “Your greedy little pussy seems to want more than that rubber toy.”

  She released a sigh in pleasure. “It wants a hard, thick cock that happens to be stuck in court right now,” she moaned.

  Aaron: Mase, what’s going on? I’m seriously concerned. Do you need help?

  I ground my teeth. Fuck, not now, Aaron.

  Mason: Be out in a sec.

  “I’m so fucking wet right now,” she panted, arching her back and moving the dildo quicker inside of her. I licked my lips at the thought of having that wetness squeezing my cock. I was convinced that no other woman could rival the feeling of Kayla’s warm, dripping wet pussy on my cock, especially when she climaxed.

  Well, no other woman except her.

  “Mason, baby, I’m gonna come,” Kayla groaned, breaking through my musings.

  Aaron: Judge is doing closing remarks. Come on, man!

  I closed the text message and concentrated on Kayla, feeling the familiar tingle in my limbs. “Go ahead and come for me, baby. I want you thinking about coming on my dick,” I murmured. Her moans and whimpers turned into grasps as her hand moved frantically, finally reaching her climax with a lusty scream. My orgasm soon followed behind her as she gently rubbed her now dripping cunt.

  “Oh my goodness,” she panted, slowly sitting up to look at me. “I’m sure it would’ve been so much better if you were actually here.”

  “Of course it would. You would’ve come harder and more than once, that’s for sure,” I said, cleaning myself up with the toilet paper I’d grabbed. “But look, I have to get back into the courtroom. I’ll catch up with you later.”

  “Can we meet up tonight? I miss you,” she said with a cute pout. It wasn’t a good idea to spend too much time with her. The last thing I needed was for her to think we were more than we were when that wasn’t my intention now or ever at this point.

  “I’m actually spending time with my brother and dad tonight. Guys night out,” I lied, standing up and fixing my pants.

  She sighed and nodded. “Well, call me later then. Thanks for the orgasm, handsome,” she said and ended the call. I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and left the stall to check my reflection in the mirror. Shame slowly trickled into my spirit. You’re stronger than this addiction, Mason. I stared back into the amber eyes that looked back at me and sighed. I looked as I always did. Dark facial hair was neatly trimmed over my strong jawline, my light eyes slightly contrasting with my warm sienna skin. If I were someone else looking at me, I would think I had it all. I had a great job as a divorce lawyer, good looks, nice car and condo, and women at my disposal. But now…all I could see was a struggling sex addict who lacked control, even after the major scare nearly six months ago. A sane person would’ve gotten their shit together after sleeping with a hooker who left “I’m HIV+” on the mirror as a parting gift. People would think the three months I spent locked away at home until I got my negative results would be enough time to really evaluate my life and what I was doing to myself, what this addiction was doing me. Apparently, none of that mattered for the sake of a thrill.

  My phone buzzed once more. Knowing it was probably Aaron texting me again, I snapped out of my brooding and quickly washed and dried my hands. With another quick glance in the mirror to check my pants and my appearance, I grabbed my briefcase and headed out of the bathroom.

  *

  “Mason, what the hell, man?” Aaron hissed when I met him in the hallway. “They’re literally just wrapping up the previous case and we’re up next.”

  “Sorry. I was feeling dizzy and needed to regroup before we went up,” I lied as I fixed my tie.

  Aaron stopped me and studied my face. “Are you sure you’re up for representing Mr. Kent today? If you need me to take over—”

  “No, I’m good. I can handle it,” I said. Aaron released a breath and shook his head.

  “If you say so, man. Just to warn you, Mr. Kent is high-strung. He thought you left, so now he’s a bit pissed.”

  “I told the both of you I was going to the bathroom.” I picked up my pace. “Either way, you could’ve went on without me, you know. That’s why we’re both on this case—”

  “He specifically wants you to argue his motion, not to mention you’re the most familiar with his supporting evidence,” he stated.

  As soon as he opened the door to the courtroom, we heard the judge speak. “Case number 14D04-4342-RT-91, Janet Kent vs. David Kent,” she rattled, adjusting her glasses on her nose. Mr. Kent stood and looked around, the look of panic etched on his face dissolving when he saw me.

  “I almost thought you left,” he whispered, wringing his hands as we made our way to the table. I gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

  “Sorry a
bout that. Ready for the hearing?” I asked.

  He sighed deeply and nodded. It was sad to see him so stressed about this divorce process. If this was what I had to look forward to by being in a serious relationship, I could do without all of this. Mr. Kent was knocking on late forties’ door but looked much older than that. His chestnut hair was slicked down with god knows how much hair gel and his face was in desperate need of a shave. His tired blue eyes darted around the courtroom, making sure to avoid looking at the woman that would soon be his ex-wife. At our initial client meeting, he was damn near in tears from stress and frustration, unsure of what to do. After listening to his facts and sorting out the legal issues, I knew exactly what to do to help him win his case. I could feel his worry rolling off of him in waves, but knew he was confident in our strategy when he nodded to me and focused back on the judge.

  Mrs. Kent scowled at us as she and her attorney passed by and took their place at their table next to us. Her ice blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun, showing off her high cheek bones, thin lips, and large forehead. She was in her early forties, but the multiple Botox injections she’d gotten over the years attempted to hide that with her lack of wrinkles and skin tightness. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black pantsuit, she had her best assets on display in hopes that it would sway the judge. Too bad our judge was a woman and not a man she could attempt to seduce.

  “Okay, get on with the opening statements please,” the judge said, focusing on Mrs. Kent’s attorney.

  “Yes, Your Honor. My client has a motion for Mr. Kent to pay her spousal support and child support for their two children in the amount of $25,000 a month,” he said, his voice laced with confidence. I rolled my eyes as Mr. Kent shook his head with a deep sigh.

  Judge Polland looked over to us. “Is there any opposition?”

  “Yes, Your Honor. The evidence supports a different amount,” I stated, pulling a manila folder from my briefcase. “Considering that the Kent children are 15 and 17, my client submits that he deposits his child support payments in the amount of $5,000 per child to their trust fund account. They may access up to $2,500 a month for the purposes of education, after-school activities, and other purposes outlined in our moving papers while paying the plaintiff $9,000 a month in spousal support.”