Struck from the Record Read Free

guess there are perks,” she said, giggling. “The president did get a blow job in his office.”
    Clay’s eyes lit up. “That is a perk I could get on board with.”
    And then, without thinking about it, he leaned forward and kissed her. It was soft and unexpected. He didn’t even know why he had done it. It just felt right. It felt like their moment.
    When he pulled back, they both looked away, a little embarrassed at his brazenness. She stayed sitting there, staring out at the ocean, for a little while longer before saying anything else.
    “Just so you know, I don’t think you have to be the president or the attorney general or anything. I just think you have to be you, and that will be enough,” Andrea said.
    He smiled at her words. It was the first time anyone had said something like that to him. If only it were true.
    He would die before remaining under Brady’s shadow for the rest of his life. Maybe one day, he wouldoutshine the golden boy.

Chapter 1
    BOW TIES
    “So, you really work for the Supreme Court?” the girl asked in disbelief.
    Clay popped open the door to the cab they’d taken over to the building and tried to suppress a sigh of frustration. He fucking hated when people questioned him about his job. Yes, he knew he was one of the youngest clerks in history. He’d worked his ass off to get there, and he was damn proud of it. But still, it was better to have them question him than when they recognized his name.
    Luckily, this girl hadn’t. She stepped out of the cab and revealed the enormous rack he’d been staring at all night, and he remembered why he’d let her question him. It was going to be fun to have her look at him in disbelief when they actually walked inside, and then he’d fuck her against all those heavy law books on his bookshelf.
    He figured fucking her in his office was a fitting going-away present since his term as a clerk was coming to a close.
    “I really do,” he told her.
    She took his hand, and they walked up the steps and inside the building. It was the middle of the night a week before Christmas, and no one else was here. Even the annoying diligent douche who worked for the justice down the hall wasn’t in the building.
    “This is so cool,” the girl said.
    She seemed jittery with excitement. He doubted many people could actually boast that they’d had sex in an office at the Supreme Court. This was what dreams were made of.
    He cracked a smile at his own thoughts.
    They reached his office at the end of the hall, and he pulled his keys out of his pocket. Jiggling the key into the handle, he turned the knob and yanked the door open for her. She stepped inside to his personal hell for the last two years.
    He’d spent half a year clerking for a federal court before he was called up to the Supreme Court. Some had said that he only got the position because of his name, the damn Maxwell name. But he didn’t think top of his class at Yale Law had hurt anything.
    “Wow,” the girl said.
    She walked right over to his bookcase, sending his brain into overdrive. He could just imagine pinning her body back against it. Definitely his plans for tonight. Easy enough.
    “Clay, have you really read all of these?” she asked.
    Fuck, he didn’t even remember her name. Just that the skimpy green thing she considered a dress matched her eyes, and she had lips that looked like they belonged around his cock.
    “You’re asking too many questions,” he said dismissively.
    “That so?” She leaned back on the bookshelf facing him. “Is this better? This what you want?”
    He arched an eyebrow as she ran her hand down her front in invitation. He didn’t move. He liked the anticipation.
    “Or would you rather have me here?” She stepped up to his desk and then laid her body across all the work he had to pick up before he cleared out his things this week.
    “I think the bookshelf,” he said, revealing a dimple for her.
    “Mmm, me, too.”
    She crooked a finger at him, and he