Legal Passion. Lisa Childs

      In the bra she wore, her nipples tightened, and her core began to pulse with desire. How the hell could she want him yet? His bringing her bra to court proved that last night had meant nothing to him beyond getting something over her. A way to manipulate her.

      He wanted to mess with her case. Maybe he intended to report her to the judge and get a mistrial for his client. She held her breath, waiting for his objection or for him to ask to speak to the judge in chambers.

      But hell, he wouldn’t bother saving her any embarrassment. He would probably announce right in open court that he’d had sex with her in her office—on her desk.

      She hadn’t even noticed the folders toppling over to the ground or the hard surface of the desk beneath her butt. She hadn’t been aware of anything but him and how hot and sexy he was. And when he’d touched her with his mouth, teased her with his tongue.

      Her body throbbed with need. She wanted him again. But that wasn’t possible. The line they’d crossed could not be crossed again.

      But the damage was already done.

      He could tell the judge anytime what they’d done. He could ask that she be recused because he didn’t think she should be prosecuting his client after they’d had sex.

      What would her boss say then?

      She’d be lucky if all she lost was this case. She would probably lose her job, too.

      But Stone didn’t say anything until it was his turn to cross-examine her witness.

      And he never looked at her again.

      What the hell was he up to?