Free Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Tonya Ramagos Page A

out of prison?”
    “I’m willing to provide the best defense for my client. If that means the club falls into a certain amount of scrutiny, then so be it. It will happen no matter the defense I present. You can’t fully prosecute this case without bringing the club into it and neither can I.”
    He was right, though she silently admitted she had wondered more than once how she could build her case without mentioning the club. If she didn’t agree to Thomas Waverly’s mental incompetence, she would have to prove the crimes he committed were done in a vendetta against the women affiliated with the club.
    “And you and the other members of the club are okay with this?”
    “I and the other members are in our chosen professions to serve the public, to protect and save lives. What we choose to do with the women we love is our business. The choices our women make to be with the men they love are their business. None of us are ashamed about that. The life we lead isn’t for everyone, same as the life most people lead isn’t for us. You, of all people, should know that.”
    Justice straightened, squaring her shoulders as she glared at him. “Don’t bring my personal life into this. I’m not the one who will be on trial here.” Yet, she was on trial, wasn’t she? He and Grant had put her on the bench in their own personal courtroom, ordering her to confess her darkest secrets, finding her guilty of burying her evil desires, and sentencing her to a fate she couldn’t comprehend.
    “No, you aren’t.” Cade got to his feet and her heart skipped a beat. He walked around her desk, stopping behind her, leaning down to nuzzle his face in the crook of her neck. “You’ve already lost that case, darlin’, and I think you realized that Wednesday night.”
    His breath fanned the tiny hairs on the side of her neck, sending electric sparks of acutely heated desire raining through her. Her gaze flicked to the closed office door, to the knob she hadn’t realized he had locked when he had stepped inside. She closed her eyes, struggling to hold her composure as his power enveloped her, suffocating her rational thoughts and driving her needs higher.
    “You’re angry with me.” He put his hands on her shoulders, licked her earlobe between his teeth, and nipped.
    Justice felt dizzy, intoxicated, as if his fingers came equipped with tiny needles that penetrated her flesh and injected her with a heavy dose of erotic desire. She swallowed a moan bubbling her throat, fought to keep her breathing steady as her senses careened into overload.
    “It pissed you off the way Grant and I left you Wednesday night and that neither of us has called you since.” His hands slowly glided over her shoulders, his fingers pushing beneath the neckline of her loose-fitting blouse, warming her already heated flesh to molten temperatures. “Would it help to know we wanted to, that we’ve both been going stark raving mad since we walked out of your house?”
    His husky admission surprised her. She felt herself relax beneath his hands, easing back in her chair as his exploration of her chest continued down. His fingers reached the lace edge of her bra, pushed beneath it, and lightly grazed her breasts, lifting them out of the cups.
    “Why didn’t you?” She wanted to hang on to her anger, wanted to lash out at him for torturing her. Instead, her question sounded breathless, needy, and, dammit, her body was surrendering without offering her a chance in hell of stopping it.
    “Patience. You taught it to us well enough. It’s time you learned it, too. This time by our rules.” He squeezed her breasts and her back arched, her body seeking more, her flesh burning to be caressed and pleasured. “It shouldn’t be a difficult lesson for you.” He took an audible deep breath as he raked the pad of his thumbs over her already hardened nipples. “You’re proving yourself a fast learner. You listened Wednesday night, didn’t you? Did you finger your