Nikki smiled, a slow, confident curve of her lips. She ran a hand through her long, dark, wavy hair, letting the gesture draw his eye. “I believe in being thorough, Your Honor.”
Nikki smiled. It was a victory smile, but a small one. The battle wasn’t won. It had just entered its final, most intense phase. BigTitsAtWork-Nikki-Benz-ZZ-Courthouse-Part-Two
“Oh, I disagree,” she said, her voice dropping to a smoky whisper. She straightened up and, with deliberate slowness, began to walk around the side of the desk. “Every room is an arena. It’s just a matter of knowing which weapons to use.” Nikki smiled, a slow, confident curve of her lips
He watched her, his expression unreadable, but his knuckles were white where he gripped the armrest of his chair. She moved behind him, trailing a single, manicured nail along the back of his chair. The scent of her perfume—jasmine and something darker, more carnal—enveloped him. It was a victory smile, but a small one