{"id":800,"date":"2009-04-05T11:36:42","date_gmt":"2009-04-05T17:36:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theproviso.com\/?page_id=800"},"modified":"2026-02-22T19:16:51","modified_gmt":"2026-02-23T00:16:51","slug":"sexual-harassment","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/extras\/vignettes-outtakes\/dirty-little-secrets\/sexual-harassment\/","title":{"rendered":"Sexual Harassment"},"content":{"rendered":"
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JANUARY 2008<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

JUSTICE WAS STILL steaming from her and Knox\u2019s shouting match this morning over \u2026 nothing, really. At least, not about her tardiness.<\/p>\n

If you want to wear my clothes, buy me some more. I don\u2019t have any white shirts this morning and I have court.<\/em><\/p>\n

So wear a blue one.<\/em><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t like blue ones and I have court and juries don\u2019t like me in dark colors and I\u2019m not going to wear a blue shirt under a gray suit and my gray shirts don\u2019t match my suits right.<\/em><\/p>\n

Wear your pink one then.<\/em><\/p>\n

I would if you hadn\u2019t fucking worn it<\/em>!<\/p>\n

Does it make any difference at all that I like you in black?<\/em><\/p>\n

Only after five o\u2019clock. Are you listening to me? IUSTITIA!<\/em><\/p>\n

I can\u2019t help but listen to you. The whole neighborhood can hear you.<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019m yelling because I don\u2019t want to lose my fucking trial, which I frequently did when I wore dark suits. Shit, that\u2019s why I hire fucking jury consultants. Quit taking clothes from my fucking trial closet.<\/em><\/p>\n

Well, okay. It was<\/em> her fault. She had run him out of white shirts\u2014and his sole pink one\u2014over the weekend and yes, she did know that juries didn\u2019t like him in black. He tended to roar in court and when he wore black, he came off as three-quarters deranged.<\/p>\n

Which was the way she liked him best.<\/p>\n

She just hadn\u2019t \u2026 thought about it. Didn\u2019t she get brownie points for wanting<\/em> to wear his clothes?<\/p>\n

Right about the time she got to work and decided to apologize to him, she walked into the courthouse and noticed the kinds of stares she hadn\u2019t garnered since she first began working in Chouteau County. Then she heard random snickers here and there.<\/p>\n

She stopped cold. Her nostrils flared and she looked around, her eyes narrowed, at the various county employees, who couldn\u2019t keep their amusement to themselves.<\/p>\n

Crap.<\/p>\n

She saw Hadley, the trooper responsible for all of this, out of the corner of her eye. He smirked at her, not apologetic in the least bit. She curled her lip at him and he burst out laughing.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I see. They got your<\/em> memo, but not mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCan\u2019t help that, Justice. News doesn\u2019t travel that<\/em> fast. You should be thanking me because look what you got out of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

She flipped him off, making sure he could see her wedding ring\u2014what she\u2019d gotten out of his gossiping. He howled again, but turned away when the radio on his shoulder blipped his name.<\/p>\n

Yet \u2026 a wedding ring, a showdown with Fen, a night spent snuggling and kissing apparently didn\u2019t count when it came to Knox\u2019s trial closet.<\/p>\n

\u201cHarrumph.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re late,\u201d Knox snapped when she walked into the office.<\/p>\n

\u201cAm not,\u201d she snapped back. \u201cI\u2019m exactly on time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you in my office in five minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Justice rolled her eyes when his office door slammed behind him. Everyone in the office was busy, but that didn\u2019t mean they couldn\u2019t spare a second to chuckle, especially now that the secret was out.<\/p>\n

At least amongst the attorneys in the office. Everybody else must still think Knox and Justice were having an affair.<\/p>\n

She dumped her things and went to Knox\u2019s office, opened the door, saw him standing behind his desk, looking down, sorting through papers.<\/p>\n

In a black suit. Gray shirt. Ice blue tie that matched his eyes, which she\u2019d found and bought for him.<\/p>\n

His hair looked more pale against the black, a light gold.<\/p>\n

God<\/em>, he was hot.<\/p>\n

She closed the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked up at her, a menacing scowl on his face. That wasn\u2019t new.<\/p>\n

He approached her like a lion, golden, predatory, hungry. That wasn\u2019t new.<\/p>\n

He stopped inches away from her and wrapped his hands around her hips, gathering the fabric up as he slid his hands up and over them to her waist. That wasn\u2019t exactly new, but her breath caught.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you going to stop wearing my clothes or buy me new ones?\u201d he growled as the hem of her dress collected at her waist, over his wrists.<\/p>\n

\u201cNeither. Not if you\u2019re forced to dress like that<\/em> every day,\u201d she returned, her chin rising. \u201cI like it. If you want to dress in gray, buy your own surplus.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFine,\u201d he snarled. \u201cNow that we\u2019ve got that cleared up, I\u2019m going to put you up against that wall behind us and fuck you.\u201d<\/p>\n

That<\/em> was new.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou never fuck.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do today,\u201d he growled.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine,\u201d she snapped, thoroughly, unexpectedly aroused and so glad that she\u2019d chosen to wear stockings instead of pantyhose.<\/p>\n

Knox grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard, angrily. She returned it with the fire that had been burning in her all morning. He turned them around and backed her up against the wall. Lifting her, he wrapped her legs loosely around his waist and leaned her back against the wall. He undid his trousers, and she pushed her panties aside.<\/p>\n

As an afterthought, she dipped two fingers inside herself, gathering her juices and offered them to Knox, watching him as he stared right back at her, licking her fingers slowly, savoring each drop. Then she was slammed flat against the wall as he drove inside her.<\/p>\n

Justice moaned, her eyes closing, her head tilting back against the wall to enjoy the ride. She smiled. Knox\u2019s left hand was braced against the wall and his right hand cupped her ass as he thrust fast and hard; her fingers raked through his hair to hold him tight to her skin. He feasted on her collarbone, her throat, her neck, her\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cKnox\u2014 Oh, shit.\u201d<\/p>\n

Justice\u2019s head snapped up and her eyes popped open. Knox\u2019s head whipped around.<\/p>\n

Eric, his hand on the doorknob and his jaw on the floor, was being rapidly flanked by Richard, Patrick, Dirk, and a cadre of officers and attorneys, staring at them with varying degrees of shocked glee.<\/p>\n

\u201cGET OUT!<\/em>\u201d Knox finally bellowed when no one seemed inclined to budge.<\/p>\n

The door slammed and all was quiet. Knox\u2019s blond head dropped down on Justice\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cKnox,\u201d she whispered desperately. \u201cDon\u2019t stop, please. I\u2019m almost there.\u201d<\/p>\n

His head snapped up again to look her in the eye, and his mouth twitched. She sucked in a deep breath when his cock twitched inside her, responding to her request.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you going to howl like you do at home?\u201d he asked breathlessly as he slowly worked up to his previous rhythm.<\/p>\n

She sighed and closed her eyes. \u201cDo you want me to?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt would be nice of you to throw a bone to the dogs on the other side of the door.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re such<\/em> a perv.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, and I\u2019ve trained you well.\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed and opened her eyes, staring down at his gorgeous face. \u201cWe need to have angry sex more often.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI agree. Can you manage to be pissed off before we get home?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDoubt\u2014\u201d and she gasped as she felt herself opening and clenching, sensation blossoming between her legs and spreading up through her belly.<\/p>\n

She moaned instead of howled\u2014couldn\u2019t help it\u2014but she was pretty sure it was heard through the door because the laughter of several men echoed back at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou,\u201d he whispered into her mouth as he kissed her long, slow, and deep after he had emptied himself into her with a hoarse groan, \u201cmake me feel like a randy teenager messing around in the back seat of a car.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe captain of the football team messing around with a freshman under the bleachers after the game, you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I like<\/em> that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRichard gets the credit for that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Knox set her down and they worked on finding napkins and such to clean themselves up. In the middle of this effort, Justice started to giggle. Then Knox began to chuckle.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Iustitia, you got me in a black suit at work. Happy now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. And I got caught fucking my boss.\u201d He glanced at her, a question in his face. \u201cWell, okay, I liked it. Arrest me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know I don\u2019t like kink.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou left the door unlocked. I\u2019m thinking I could get you in handcuffs yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

★<\/p>\n

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