Legal Action - Box Set (3 page)

              “Aren’t you going with Witt the twit?” JP asked, pushing a pile of dresses aside and stretching out on the bed. “I thought you didn’t really like him, are you gonna sleep with that dick-wad? Please say “no,” I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even have a dick!”

              “Yes, I’m going with him, but I wanna look good for someone else.” she said, and there was misery in my voice.

              “Hey, a new rooster in the hen house, should we get all defensive, Finn?”

              “Absolutely, mate. We should start peeing on furniture and marking our territory immediately. We should pull out the big guns.”

              “Hush, the both of you, don’t make me laugh. I’m happy in my misery.” She said and she did begin to laugh and Finn offered her a drink of his ghastly beer and even though they were both rough and tough and had zero taste in clothes, they helped her pick the perfect dress.

*

              It was a dove grey, gossamer gown in a Grecian style. The neckline plunged, but there was silver cording that wrapped from below her breasts to her waist and kept it from being too revealing. It clung to her upper body, emphasizing her high breasts and small waist and flowed around her legs as she moved.

              Witt met her at the doors to the museum, smiling hugely as he looked her over from head to toe. He placed a hand on her lower back and in they went. They drank champagne and mingled, talked to the mayor then Charlotte wandered off, bored by the inane banter.

              She stood looking at a Gauguin painting, caught up in the colors and forms, the primal sexuality of it.

              “Animalistic isn’t it?” Bly was standing behind her, close enough that they touched, but she kept her back to him. “You came without me again, didn’t you? Before you got to the restaurant today, just so I’d see it on your face and imagine how you must have looked and sounded.”

              He ran his hands along her bare arms and she stood perfectly still, her heart hammered in her chest. He moved forward so that he was pressed to her as he held her arms lightly, his front to her back.

              She felt his erection hard against her and she worked to slow her breathing. She closed her eyes and knew this was going to be nothing but trouble. His erection was as huge and hard as she’d imagined.

              “Why are you here with
him
, Charlotte? He’s a waste of your time. I can’t get you out of my head, you’ve fucking haunted me for six years. I actually thought I’d buried your memory somewhere deep, someplace where I wouldn’t think about you while I fucked other women. Then I saw you at the light yesterday and I could hear the sound of your voice on the phone that day. I knew what you’d done, I could tell you’d just cum, you were breathless from the power of it. I was furious that I hadn’t taken you right there in my office when I knew we both wanted it. I had to lock my office door as soon as you hung up and I barely got my cock out of my pants before I was cumming like nothing I’d ever felt before.”

              She was afraid to move or try to speak. All she wanted to do was move her hand behind her and grasp his massive cock and then lie down on the cold marble floor with him. She wanted to see the look on his hard, masculine face as he pushed into her. Watch his face change as he felt how hot and wet he made her. She gathered herself and turned to face him, she would tell him to go fuck one of those other women, she was sure he was ruthless at it. To save her the heartache of a man like him, a man used to having whomever and whatever he wanted. She turned and looked up at him and his mouth was on hers, hot and scorching and making her forget that he was wrong for her. Her hand went to his erection, she couldn’t stop it.

              He groaned and whispered, “Where have you been, baby?” His hands were in her hair then one went to cup her ass.

              Her hand moved along the length of his cock, felt the thick veins pumping. She couldn’t believe how incredibly long it was, it’s heat radiated through his slacks. 

              “Come with me,” he said, “and I mean that in more ways than one. Let’s leave now Charlotte, go to your house or mine, it doesn’t matter, we both need this.”

              “Charlotte?” Witt’s voice was incredulous.

              She froze at the sound of it but Bly didn’t seem to care.

              He kissed her lightly on the mouth, looked deep in her eyes then finally moved his hands away from her and stepped back. He turned to face Witt and she heard the venom in his voice when he said, “you should take better care of your date, Counselor.”

              Witt looked at her with fury in his eyes and said, “come on Charlotte, I’ll take you home.”

              “I think she can decide who she wants to leave with,” Bly said, and he stepped toward Witt, his voice was dark and menacing.

              Witt started to say something more, his eyes furious, his pride obviously hurt.

              She walked away from them both, then looked back over her shoulder and said, “I drove myself here tonight and I can get myself home.”

*

              Charlotte had been able to get to her car and drive away quickly. She could see both men standing in the parking lot as they watched her leave. Her cell phone started ringing immediately and she let it go to voice mail. It kept ringing all the way to her loft, Witt’s name showed up now and then but mostly it was an unidentified number. She knew it had to be Alexander Bly who she had just kissed while she slid her hand up and down his impressive cock right in the middle of the Mayor’s Gala. She also knew she should be ashamed but she wasn’t.

              She’d always done what was expected of her, she’d put herself through school by working hard. Yes, she’d earned a scholarship for cheerleading but that had just been a means to an end. She didn’t care for the whole, “
look at me, I’m a cheerleader,
” thing, it was simply something she’d done well. She had sucked at basketball and volleyball, but she was limber and her legs were long and strong. School work was a breeze except for Algebra and Calculus or anything to do with math, she made only passing grades in those classes and it brought down her GPA. So she’d turned to cheerleading and earned a scholarship that had taken her out of Greenleaf, Mississippi and paid for her college degree.

              The magazine layout paid for law school and maybe she was only ashamed of that because she hadn’t meant for it to be overtly sexual. They weren’t the sort of pictures in Playboy, but they were extremely suggestive. It had been highly erotic because she and Jorgen were young and in heat and that fact burned on the pages. Of course, she’d gone on to marry the man, but people didn’t care about that.

              Men were turned on by the shots of Jorgen covering her naked breasts with one hand while the other hand was under her cheerleading skirt. They’d both stared straight into the camera lens and looked as if they were about to climax. It began as a five page layout but the editors expanded it to ten and the pictures were large, meant to be looked at and contemplated.

              In one shot they were naked and entwined on a bare mattress on the floor, her black hair fanned out around them. Another showed them from behind, standing side by side with their hands against a brick wall like criminals. He was naked and the shadow of his cock was barely visible. She wore the only piece of clothing, a small pair of men’s white underwear that rode up and revealed the rounded bottoms of her butt cheeks.

              Charlotte walked into her loft and Finn and JP were on the sofas watching TV. She wished she’d never bought the sixty inch flat screen, it was nothing but a magnet for those two.

              “Home so soon, my love?” Finn asked, not moving from the sofa.

              “What happened?” JP asked, “One look at you in that hot dress and old Witt soiled his pants on the spot?”

              “Oh shut up, you two, I’m throwing that damn TV off the roof if it’ll keep both of you in your own apartments.”

              “We’d just buy you another one, we like it here. Your couches are comfortable and ours that hard, leather, bachelor crap,” Finn said. “It seems you’ve run away from the ball, could you use a drink, Cinderella?”

              “Yes, and make it a stiff one,” she said as she went up to her bedroom to change.

              “You heard her JP. She wants a stiff one and far be it for me to deny her.”

              “Fine with me,” JP said, “but don’t forget our deal, if she does it with one of us she has to do the other one, too.” 

              Charlotte walked downstairs in an old UCLA t-shirt and panties and said, “Will you two please go find a couple of eager air-heads and leave me in peace for the night.”

              As the words left her mouth she turned toward the door, Finn opened it and Alexander Bly stepped through it.

              “I believe your prince has arrived, Cinderella,” Finn said.

              Charlotte was speechless, she just stared at Bly.

              “May I come in?” he asked politely, but his voice was not happy. He looked at Finn, who was not quite as tall as Bly was, but he was ripped and sexy and shirtless with his Special Forces tattoos in plain sight.

              JP wandered over and he was just as good looking, but in a pumped up preppy way, at least he wore a t-shirt but his Marine Corps tattoo was visible on his forearm.

              Bly smiled coldly and said, “I feel like I’m breaking up a party at Quantico.”

              “They were just leaving,” Charlotte said.

              JP chimed in, “Honey, you always send us to our rooms when your boyfriends show up,” and he and Finn laughed.

              “She really does leave us out of all the fun, it’s not fair at all,” Finn told JP and he leaned against the door as Bly moved father into the loft.

              “As always,” Charlotte told the two, “go away and never come back.”

              JP rolled his eyes and Finn took a swig of beer and she gave them both such a look that Finn said, “Yep, that’s the sound of the door hitting my ass on the way out, goodnight to all.”

              JP thrust a hand toward Alexander Bly and said, “I’m JP Thomas and that idiot is Finnegan Hale, we live in the other two lofts, nice to meet you…”

              “Alexander Bly,” he said flatly, grudgingly offering his hand.

              “Ah, the man to whom the world owes a great debt for outstanding literary achievement,” JP said and then kissed Charlotte on the cheek and said goodnight.

*

              She picked up the drink Finn made for her, took a huge swallow, coughed and said, “I’m not going to ask how you found me, you’re a billionaire, your ‘
people
’ know everything. I do want to say that I’ve been up since dawn, I’ve worked for months on the case I won today, you’ve appeared like a ghost from my past and I’m beyond exhaustion.”

              He stood with his arms folded as she talked and even as weary as she was, the volcano erupted in her stomach as she looked at him. He wore a perfectly cut tuxedo, his hair was smoothed back except for those disobedient strands that fell across his high forehead and a few lose waves. The tosseled hair made him look as if he’d just risen from bed and although his eyes were cold and his mouth was set in a hard line, he still looked like the fuck of the decade.

              She really did just want to lead him up to her all white bed and let him turn her every way but loose. She sighed and motioned to the little bar set up in the dining room and told him to help himself as she walked to the sofa and curled up.

              “I intend to help myself.” He said, following her and removing his jacket and bow tie, he hadn’t fixed himself a drink. He didn’t look at her as he loosened the top two buttons of his tuxedo shirt and picked up the remote to turn off the mindless racket. He sat at the other end of the sofa looking like living, breathing sex in his white shirt and suspenders. He dropped his cufflinks on the coffee table and rolled up his sleeves, then leaned toward her and pried the glass of vodka from her hand, took a drink and sat it down. He pulled her toward him and simply held her to him as he sat back.

Charlotte’s head was against his chest and his heart thumped against her cheek. She could feel his huge erection but he made no move other than to smooth her hair and let her rest against him. She didn’t look up at him, but she said quietly, “I’m happy with my life, I don’t have room for complications.”

                “I believe we want variations of the same thing,” he said, “I want to make you cum and watch your face while you do. I’ve pictured it in my head for years, your voice painted quite a picture when I called you that day after the photo shoot. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. You’ll please me, too, and once we start fucking you’ll beg me not to stop. Believe me Charlotte, I’m a man who gets what he wants.” 

              She stood and looked down at him and an instant wave of desire made her dizzy. She wanted to lift his hand to her dampening panties so he would know what his presence did to her. At that moment she wanted Alexander Bly more than she’d ever wanted any man, her young heat for Jorgen had been nothing compared with this. The pulsing between her legs from being near him was insistent and indecent, she wanted to place his fingers on her pussy and cum quickly then let him push his huge cock into her. Just once, then she wanted him out of her life. Her career was all that mattered to her. Bly would be her first and only one night stand, period.

              She handed him the glass of vodka and said, “Drink.” He took a swallow and she said firmly, “all of it.”

              His eyes narrowed angrily for a minute, but he finished the glass and set it down. He pressed his face against her, reaching around to cup her ass in his hands. He inhaled her through her t-shirt for a moment then sat back, tried to arrange his erection, but there was no way he could get comfortable.