Charlie Heplewich, the female bailiff, has it bad for the judge. After court is adjourned, she can no longer wait to make her move. When Edgar Hanks is unable to boot up his computer, he gives her the chance she's been looking for - mouth-watering temptation in the form of whipped cream, chocolate and sex.

Edgar Hanks has eagerly watched Charlie from across the courtroom for two long years. He believes she's perfect for him with big breasts, a curvy figure and a sassy mouth. What more can a man ask for . . . . except chocolate, whipped cream and a cherry on top?

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Charlotte Heplewich, whom her close friends called Charlie, wanted sex in a bad way. Arranging for a man who wanted the love-em’-leave-‘em kind of sex wasn’t easy in the family courtroom filled with spectators and the attending litigants. Charlie kept her eyes on the judge who was her likeliest candidate, an appealing man in his mid-fifties—if, and that was a big ‘if’, she could get him to notice she was more than a bailiff.

“He’s pretty sexy,” she heard one of the females at the back of the courtroom whisper to her older, female companion who did nothing but frown. Though Charlie was trained how to handle most situations that crept up in court, she wouldn’t care to meet that woman in a dark alley in the middle of the night. Charlie sighed. That frown could kill.

Enough of that, and back to the hunky judge. Charlie desperately wanted to walk to the front of the courtroom, face the judge, rip open her bland khaki bailiff’s shirt and cry out, “What do you think of these?”

What would the judge do? What would he think?

He might roll his eyes and dismiss her with prejudice. Or he might kiss her sensitive nipples to drive her wild. Or he might just stare at her with those gorgeous blue eyes, just as other men did when she strolled by. She had what her ex-husband, Gary, had called ‘big jugs’. Yeah, and that’s why he had to go cheating on her after twenty years of marriage with a bimbo who had celebrated her first birthday the day Gary and Charlie had been married. Charlie had learned marriage wasn’t for keeps in this day and age. Look at how busy the family court was.

One of the double doors at the back of the room opened, and her daughter, Celeste, stuck in her head and asked in a loud whisper, “Hey mom, have you done him yet?”

A multitude of heads turned to gawk them with questioning eyes. Charlie could have fallen on the floor and died right there and then. Only once, she’d mentioned to her daughter that she’d love to get into bed with the judge, and from that time on, Celeste had made a joke of it.

At the front, the judge must have noticed the turmoil in the rear of his courtroom and pounded his gavel on his desk.

“Is there a problem back there?” he demanded in the gravelly, authoritative voice Charlie loved. If he came with chocolate and whipped cream, she’d order him right up.

Not a thing except for wanting sex and plenty of it.

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