Loving a Little Lawyer

10 Hours Later

I woke with a start as I heard clattering. I wasn't immediately sure where I was but my head hurt and my dry tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.

I rolled over and groaned in pain before realising I was at home in my own bed. Ratty, my little stuffed animal, was on my bedside table looking at me.

More clattering came from the other side of my bedroom door and I sat bolt upright.

"Hello?" I called stupidly before realising it could be a home invader.

Just as my head span and I tried to extract myself from my bed, a huge figure burst into the room.

Before me, in just a pair of black tight boxers was my client, Mick, wearing not a thing else save for a look of concern.

My eyes slowly raked up his body. First I took in the size of his large feet that sported a dusting of dark hair on top. I spent some time examining his long legs and noticed the lean powerful muscles that lead to the bottom of his tight black boxers emblazoned with 'BOSS' at the waist band. The heat in my body increased as I took in the heavy looking bulge in there. But things only got worse as I got sight of the deep v at his narrow hips and the tight muscular stomach. I could see the outline of abs, not like a body builder, more like that of an athlete. His pecks and shoulders were really the most impressive of all. I had noticed, even with his clothes on, that he was extremely broad. He clearly worked out as his biceps and shoulders were roped with veins and heavy muscle.

Finally I allowed my eyes to meet his and I could see he had a slight smirk on his face as well as a glint of amusement and satisfaction in his eye.

"Did I pass inspection?" He chuckled.

"Shit." I groaned as I brought my hands to cover my tomato red face and flop back into the bed.

I could hear him laughing a little as he came over.

"I wouldn't usually stand in my lawyers house in my boxers I can assure you but I had to fish you out of your bathroom last night and you don't seem to own any mens clothes." his face turned a little serious. "Speaking of which, are you ok?"

"My head and wrist hurt." I groaned beneath my hands.

As I lay there looking at the ceiling snippets of last night came back to me. James, the drinks, the threat he made, Mick stepping in, it all bounced around my head making it ache more.

"I don't really remember much after I left the bar."

"Ah, OK. Well, would you like me to tell you?" his voice was gentle and I could sense he had moved closer.

I peeked from behind my fingers to find him leaning against my wardrobe.

"I'd rather not know. Although where did you sleep..?" I trailed off and let it hang there.

"Well, uh, you wouldn't actually let me leave. You pretty much wouldn't let go of my shirt until I agreed to stay the night."

"Urghhhh" I groaned again, "I am so sorry, this is really unprofessional. I don't normally drink much and -"

"It's fine, really." Mick moved his mouth as though he was going to say more but didn't. "Um, anyway, as long as you are OK Kathrine, I better get dressed and go."

"Oh s**t! Sam!" I yelled needlessly with him so close.

"Uh, yeah." He chuckled "I'm not sure what to do about that. I'm sure one of the lads will cover for me if I ask. I'm not even sure she'll care." he mumbled as I watched a look of sadness cross his face.

I got up again slowly, resting momentarily on my headboard.

"I have to ask before I go," I looked up at him "what the f**k is with that headboard?"

My face burned hard realising for the first time he was in my safe space, surrounded by stuffed animals and pastel rainbows.

"Uhhh, I just like this stuff. It's comforting you know?" I hadn't met his eye but I could feel his bemused look.

"Is that why you had that little rainbow purse? I thought you might have a kid."

"No," I stood and instantly regretted it but wanted to be out of this room desperately before he asked me more. "I'm just a bit weird."

I had gotten close enough to him now that I had to look up at him. He hadn't moved but he had his thick arms folded across his chest.

"It seems I like weird." he murmered as he peered down at my 5 ft 5" form.

He uncrossed his arms and stood now at his full height before taking a step forward.

"I think I'd like to see you again. Outside work. This time you can drink with me and I'm certain it will end on a better note." His voice didn't suggest that it was an invitation, so much as it was a demand.

"Oh! Uh, but, you are married? what if someone saw us?" I managed.

"Let me worry about that. I will see you on Friday at 11am. After our meeting I will take you out for lunch. Make sure you are free for the rest of the afternoon." He wasn't giving me an out. I had to see him on Friday and he had made sure it wouldn't be easy to make excuses.

"OK Mick. But I'm not sure what you want from me with all this." I mumbled as I looked at our feet a few inches from one another.

"Right now I really want a kiss sweet girl." My breath hitched and he moved torwards me.

I instantly felt the heat off of his body. He slid one arm behind my back, I didn't fight it. Our height difference meant he had to bend to reach me but as he slowly pressed his lips to mine I stood on my tip toes to meet him.

His lips were soft and plump and he explored mine with his tongue. After a few moments my lips parted and he groaned. He tasted exquisite and I realised I probably tasted like bad breath and last night's alcohol.

Before I could freak out and push him away he had backed me against the wardrobe and pinned me there.

Our kiss became more feverish and I moved my hands up to his shoulders almost clinging onto him.

"f**k, woman." he ground out before palming my ass and lifting me up to him.

I squeeled against him with suprise but I quickly felt how hard he was and wrapped my legs round him. Clinging to him like a little monkey he squeezed my ample behind again and pulled away.

The intensity of his rich chocolate eyes seemed to burn into my mind. I wriggled a little and his c**k head rubbed against my wet core through our clothes.

He made an "Ooft" sound and I buried my head in his shoulder overwhelmed by all the sensations. Whilst there I inhaled his musky scent and without thinking stuck out my tongue to lick at his salty skin before kissing it gently.

He went rigid beneath me.

"Kathrine, I'm going to put you down before this gets out of hand." he said softly but firmly. "I'm a few seconds from loosing all pretence of being a gentleman."

He walked and set me on the bed gently.

I looked up at him wide eyed and filled with lust.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"No, do not apologise. You are far too timid and nice Kathrine. I know you can be, and should be, otherwise, and you have seen what you do to me. It's not a one way street."

Feeling slightly like a small child being lectured I slipped into my mind and thought about everything that might have happened had he not stopped me.

"Kathrine, I'm going to go. I mean it, don't apologise to me again, and don't forget Friday."

"OK, but will you please call me Kitty when we are outside work?"

His eyebrow raised. "Hmm, Kitty, I see." and turned and left the room.

I followed him and found him digging in my drier. I watched him pull on his clothes from the night before and take his keys off of the countertop in silence.

After a few moments of looking around him he walked to the door.

"Bye, Kitty" he said as he looked at me intensely.

"Bye Mick" I called as he turned and went out of the door.