Soul of Freeman. 3rd Book of the Freeman Series.

Chapter 10

Chris managed to open the door and pull Dean out of the vehicle. He raised his fists up, getting ready to strike him, but Dean lowered his knees down to the ground, wrapped his arms around Chris's right leg and deadlifted half of his body. The attacker tried to hold himself up to no avail. He fell back on his side.Dean turned him on his stomach quickly and aimed to lock the man's wrists. Chris seemed to know what Dean was attempting to do, so he elbowed his way out of the lock.

Both men stood up. Dean got into a southpaw position. His feet grounded to the paved lot.

"You can manipulate Chief Nielsen all you want, but I know what you did," said Chris. "I don't trust any of you for a second."

"Nielsen? From the FBI? How—" Dean frowned.

Chris cursed loudly in Spanish and held the back of his head. He turned around to see Allie with her naked breasts, holding the bat in her hands. She yelled and hit him again. This time on his baby-maker.

Chris bent over his stomach and began to run.

"I was looking for my phone to call the police, but I couldn't find it," Allie panted.

A couple yards from them an old couple stood by their car saying nothing. The husband had a small smile on his lips.

Allie looked down at her chest and pulled her dress up over her cantaloupes.

"Sorry," she tittered. "You know what they say, it's never a bad time to check for breast cancer."

She tilted her head at Dean and they both darted into their car.

 ***

As Dean drove into the highway, Allie scavenged around the backseat for her phone.

 "Got it," she felt a large rectangle under the seat, then climbed over the cup holder into the front side of the car.

 "What are you doing?" Dean watched her press buttons on the screen.

 "I'm calling Detective Nielsen to tell him what happened," she replied.

 "No, don't do that." He pushed her phone down.

 "Why?"

 "Chris said something that made me not want to trust them. He mentioned Nielsen by name."

 "You think Chris is with the FBI? Do you think the FBI is trying to frame me?" Allie held her phone to her chest.

 "No, no. I'm not sure. Some things are just not adding up in my head. For example, every time I call Meryl, it gets sent to voicemail. Then Nielsen asked me when was the last time I saw her. And now Chris talks about him."

 "Dean, I have to do my own investigation. I can't trust that the police will do their job."

 "We're going to do our own investigation." Dean interlaced his right fingers with hers. "Do you feel like going to the office?"

 Allie nodded and tightened her grip.

***

Allie clapped twice and the tube lights on the ceiling illuminated a hall of cubicles. Dean chose a computer and sat in front of it.

 A password box appeared on the monitor screen.

 "Oh s**t, I forgot we can't access the accountants' computers without their passwords," he smacked his lips.

 "You forget, Mr. Freeman, I am the boss here." Allie smirked, typed in a username and password, and she was quickly logged into her employee's files.

 She began to click on different folders and open documents.

 Dean rotated his head and contemplated her facial expressions. She seemed to enjoy snooping around.

 "Why don't you login to Hanna's computer? I'll give you the password I used," her eyes fixated on the screen.

 "Sure, but you're wrong about something," he replied.

 "What's that?"

 "You're not my boss."

 Allie looked at him with the corners of her eyes, then fully faced him. If he was going to start acting like an asshole for any reason, she was going to give it to him straight.

 "You're my queen," he finished the thought.

 Keeping a poker face, she caressed her own thighs until her fingers moved under her dress. She lifted her butt just enough for her thumbs to pull down her panties.

 Dean's eyes followed the lace as it reached her ankles and slid under her feet.

 Her index finger fished it and raised it up close to his face. The wetness on its center area created a bulge inside Dean's pants.

 "Can you keep this safe for your queen?" she asked.

 He unhooked her panties from her fingers and brought them up to his nose. He closed her eyes, smelling the fragrance, and shoved the fabric into his side pocket.

 "I shall go to the other computers, Your Highness." He took a deep breath and stood up. If it weren't because they were at their workplace and there were cameras everywhere, he would have left her naked.

***

Dean turned off the last computer and skipped two cubicles to meet with Allie. The girl turned off the monitor in front of her and sat up.

 "Anything suspicious?" he asked.

 "Nope, everything seems to be in order in the accounting department," Allie moved her mouth to the side.

 "I expected it wouldn't be this easy. Whoever's stealing the money and messing up the numbers is not going to have the evidence out in the open."

 "It was worth a try."

 The hallway lights outside the cubicle farm turned on and an old man holding a flashlight moved into view. He tapped his flashlight off and clipped it by his belt.

 "It's all good," he yelled into the hallway. "It's just the boss."

 "Allie?" Furaha, the company chauffeur, stepped beside the man.

 "Good evening, Ernesto and Furaha. What are ya'll doing here?" Allie dusted her dress and cleared her throat. She was a bit embarrassed by her looks even though they couldn't see she wasn't wearing any underwear.

 Ernesto chuckled and tapped the badge on his chest. "I'm one of the building's security guards, remember?"

 "I was parking the limousine when I saw the lights on in this floo-ah," Furaha said with widened eyes. "I came to check on Ernesto."  

 "Thanks, old friend," the white haired security guard bumped fists with Furaha.

 "I've been working here for a few years," said Dean. "I didn't know ya'll were friends."

 "Oh yes, we are," replied Ernesto. "Having worked here for so long with so many people, I eventually learned about everyone's lives. Including Mrs. Wellington's, may your dear mother rest in peace."

 "Yes, she treated everyone like family," added Furaha.

 "That's sweet," Allie took a step forward and waved at them.

 As she moved, Dean noticed her dress draping down her buns and showing her perfect back silhouette.

 "f**k," he whispered unconsciously. The bulge in his pants grew larger. "All right, we'll get back to work. We have a lot more to review before the yearly report," he wrapped his arm around Allie's waist and pulled her in front of him.

 "Sure, I apologize for the interruption," Ernesto waved at them and turned to the hallway.

 Furaha waved and did the same.

 "Yeah, no, no, pst, naaa, no problem," the couple spoke at the same time, trying to seem relaxed.

 As soon as both men disappeared, Dean grasped one of Allie's butt cheeks and bent her back over a desk. He kicked her foot to one side, making open her legs. At the same time, he lifted her dress to leave her rear uncovered.

 "Does your queen meet standards?" Allie bit the tip of her finger and looked back at him.

 "My queen surpasses any standards. She's gorgeous," he separated her buns and let them bounce back together. His p***s pushed painfully against his boxers. "Damn, Sweetheart. We need to find a place where I can make you mine all over again."

***

Dean carried Allie through the door of the nearest office and shut it behind him with his leg.

 "s**t, this is Mr. Bammel's office," Dean moaned as Allie devoured his neck while she unbuckled his belt.

 "So?" she asked, letting his bottoms fall to the ground.

 "He's got pictures of his grand kids at his desk. I can't have s*x in front of his grandkids," he made a disgusted face.

 His wife turned to Mr. Bammel's desk and picked up three picture frames. She went around the cedar structure and placed the photos in the first drawer.

 Dean grinned, held his manhood and sat down on a love seat. Allie lifted her dress slowly and swayed toward him. As she was about to mount him, he placed his hands on her abdomen.

 He gave her vulva a kiss and licked a path toward her bellybutton, where he gave her a playful bite. His tongue traced circles around it while his hands caressed her old scars and continued onto her breasts.

 She elongated her neck and rolled her eyes, feeling every one of their cells collide.

 "Turn around," he said.

 She didn't know what he wanted to do, but she didn't care to question it.

 She did as he said.

 He guided her hips onto his lap. His hands felt every inch of her frontal area then found her inner thighs. He massaged them back and forth, teasing her entrance. Every time he got a little closer, she moaned. As his index and middle finger slid across her petals, she began to squeeze her breasts.

 "That feels so good," she bit her lower lip.

 With a groan, he bent her knees up and lifted her body over his throbbing erection. Her juices dripped down his mushroom tip and he brought her down gently, letting her walls suction his member.

 He moved her up and down with each moan. Her legs fully spread; her back feeling the warmth of his sweaty chest.

 There were sounds coming out of his mouth that he had never made before. His mind fought the feeling of her tightness to avoid an early release.

 "I love you, Allie. Never doubt that. That's why you'll carry my last name forever."

 "I love you, too, babe. Take all my worries away."

 He stood up with her still in his arms and positioned her side on the desk, so that he could see both her bellybutton and rear end. Then, he brought her left ankle over his shoulder and began thrusting into her.

 "Yes, yes," she swept her hair behind her neck, and the action prompted a stack of papers to tip over the desk. "f**k!" she glanced at it. "Stop, stop."

 "Wait 'till after we're done," he moaned.

 "No, we're gonna be all sticky by then."

 "One more minute," he buried his fingers on her buns.

 "We'll have time for this." She brought her leg down, knocking Dean's cannon off course.

 "Ah, fuckkk," the cannon began shooting everywhere, but mostly on the paper files.

 Allie's jaw dropped, seeing Dean's body out of control. Her only choice was to deal with the aftermath.

 Dean opened his eyes and dropped on the love seat.

 "Wow, I don't think Mr. Bammel's gonna wanna look at these files anymore," Allie got off the desk and gathered the papers into a pile.

 The man covered his mouth with both hands, staring at the artwork of abstract nature.

 But the specific names and numbers on the sheet on top of the pile caught her attention. She picked it up and rubbed Dean's milk off of it with the back of her hand.

 "Don't feel too bad, babe. Your c*m might have actually found the person screwing up the numbers."

 "What?" Dean stood up and picked up another sheet of paper. "Mr. Bammel? He's been working here for so long."

 "Find me a box. We're tearing apart this place." Allie grabbed Dean's jeans, shoved her hand into its side pocket, and took back her panties.