Holistic Heat

Chapter 1 Charlie The clock display on my desk read 4:45 p.m. Perfect. The lawyers were about to leave for the weekend. I grabbed my phone, unlocked it and scrolled through my contacts. Then I sent a text to the only woman who could help me. Charlie Stevenson: Overtime? Amberly Davidson: Ok :) I smiled, turned off my phone, and tried to focus on a legal pad filled with facts for this confusing case. But I couldn’t wrap my head around it because it swam as it usually did at the end of the workweek. After Amberly and I worked overtime, my mind will be clear enough to get some work done. I twirled the pen through my fingers while staring down at my scribbling on the legal pad. But nothing came. This damned case was air-tight. The black, leather office chair creaked when I got up, walked over to the window, and stared out at the glass building across the street. It was close enough to see what happened inside. I found it entertaining and enlightening to watch people in their natural habitat when they didn’t realize it. Thank God for fluorescent lighting. A gentle knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I said with a wide grin. Amberly Davidson, our receptionist, timidly came in, closed the door, and turned the lock on the doorknob. It surprised me that she was still shy. Most women in her position would have been sure of themselves by now, but not her. The buxom redhead walked in wearing a black shirt that molded to her mouth-watering t**s. Her red skirt showcased her rounded a*s, and I would bet my life that she wore a thong. No panty lines. Her black bag hung on her shoulder. She wore a cute, messy ponytail that she reached behind her head and pulled out the elastic. Then, she put both hands in her hair and shook it. The action caused her massive t**s to bounce. Nice. She walked into my office bathroom and shut the door. I headed over to my desk, opened the locked bottom drawer with my key, and wrestled a c****m out from the box I hid under a stack of reference books. Tossing it across the room, it landed on the couch by the window. I'd always handled condoms. One of Dad's pearls of wisdom he passed as soon as I started dating. Never trusted women enough not to poke a hole in them. In fact, he said it so much that I wondered if that was how my mother became pregnant with me. Maybe that was why Dad felt obligated to marry her. I wouldn't put c****m tampering past her because that woman was a Class A gold digger. Not that I could see Amberly doing anything like that, but still, when so much money was at play, you couldn't tell. Even though Amberly was sweet and would make a great mom someday, I don't want that kind of commitment. So I'd casually suggested she go on birth control pills. Unbuttoning my white shirt, I took it off, and carefully set it on the back of my chair so that it wouldn't crease, then did the same with my tanned pants. With lightning speed, I stripped out of the rest of my clothes. Amberly opened the bathroom door. She wore the lilac, silk one-piece lingerie I bought her. Her plump, round t**s pushed the fabric to its limits. Amberly’s n*****s were taut and looked as though they would pierce the silk. Her deep-red, shoulder-length hair cascaded around her shoulders. She sashayed to the couch. I glued my eyes to her big beautiful a*s as she moved. She knelt on the sofa and leaned over the back, staring out the window as she’d done every time we were together. It struck what it meant that she wore lingerie. She had been expecting this. I frowned. s**t, I was becoming predictable. Shoving that thought out of my head, I walked up behind her and pressed my body against her back. "Care to play?" I whispered in her ear, starting our role-play. "Yes, boss." Her voice, breathy. "Been thinking about me all day, haven't you?" My d**k hardened as I ground it along her a*s c***k. "Yes, boss," she replied. I pulled away from her and ran my hands up and down her smooth a*s, then slapped one cheek, then the other. Running my fingers between her legs, I cupped her p***y and massaged her c**t through the fabric. She threw her head back and moaned. "Shh," I whispered in her ear. I removed my fingers and ran both hands up her arms to the shoulder straps. Then I moved them off, peeled the fabric away from her t**s, and filled my hands with them. Their heaviness made me gasp and ground deeper into her a*s c***k. The redhead moaned and gyrated on my c**k. Her day-old perfume’s light floral scent filled my nose. One of my hands covered her breasts while the other trailed down her torso, then lower to play with her c**t through the silk fabric. Her a*s rubbed against my c**k like she was begging for more. I whispered in her ear, "You ready for me, sweetheart?" Amberly nodded and continued to grind. I whispered, "You promise to f**k me real good?" She nodded again. "Are you gonna feed me these jugs while bouncing up and down on my c**k?" Amberly moaned that time. Satisfied I'd gotten her wet enough to slide in quickly, I grabbed the c****m and ripped open the wrapper. Taking out the rubber, I fitted it on the tip of my d**k and rolled it down. Sitting down on the black leather couch, the material squeaked under my weight. Amberly threw a leg over my lap, straddling me. I moved the crotch of the panties to the side and positioned my d**k at her entrance. Amberly grabbed my shoulders and slid down easily. We gasped. She moved up and down slowly while I fastened my eyes on her t**s. As she picked up speed, her t**s bounced. Unable to hold myself back, I took one into my mouth, sucking and flicking her n****e with my tongue. Then I moved to the other side to give it attention. Amberly moved harder, and I swallowed a growl as the ache in my groin intensified. I squeezed her a*s cheeks and powered up, so my tip tapped the back of her. Amberly's fingers nails dug into my shoulders. Their bite fueled me on. She gasped with each thrust. I moved harder and faster. Her tightness made my eyes roll back. My. f*****g. God! Amberly matched my speed, and her p***y clenched around my shaft. It took a gargantuan effort not to lose it right there. My body and mind fought against the impending rush. My balls tightened in response. I moved faster while she tensed. Her body seized while her p***y pulsated. I drove for a few more strokes until I let go, allowing the storm to rage. My feral growl caught in my throat. We stilled, catching our breaths. Amberly kissed my neck then got up. She went to the bathroom and locked the door. Muffled sounds of the zipper, the crinkling of plastic, and the tap from the sink, came from inside. Rushing back to my desk, I grabbed a few tissues, took the c****m off, then tossed it in the trash. Pulling open the bottom drawer, I grabbed the bottle of hand sanitizer and squirted some in my palm, and rubbed my hands. I snatched hand wipes and ran them along my body, trying to remove the scent of Amberly. Then I dressed as quickly as possible while making sure my clothes looked unruffled. Glancing over the notes, one fact caught my attention when Amberly opened the bathroom door. "Bye Charlie, have a good weekend." Preoccupied, I answered, "See ya." She hesitated by the door before she quietly slipped out. Five minutes later, someone knocked. Dad came in without being invited and stood by the entrance with his hand on the knob. He wore his usual white button-down shirt with red suspenders attached to his black pants. His curly, dark brown hair sat like a heap on his head while the sides were trimmed close. He resembled that nerdy singer from the '50s. Maybe it was his black-framed glasses that stamped it. Way different from my brown hair and muscular build. Bri and I had the same hair color and took after our mother in that respect. Though I wish I were taller like my father. "Any luck yet?" He referred to the case I was working on. "No, not yet. I think we may have to find a way to settle. They won't be able to get around the new privacy laws. Up until now, the data brokers had a free for all." I answered my dad. He raised his eyebrows. With his hands in his pockets, he stood on the balls of his feet when he got excited. "Those laws aren't retroactive. The key to winning this case is time. Find out when the info was sold. If it falls within the ninety-day window of when the law was passed, we still have a case." I nodded at him, "Thanks, Dad." My tone was calm despite my clenched fists. I wanted to punch a hole through the f*****g wall. Of course, I should have looked at the time window. What the f**k was I thinking? He smiled at me and said, "Have a nice weekend," and closed the door. I leaned back in my chair, looked up at the ceiling, and squeezed my eyes shut. My fists were pressed to my forehead. I hated looking like I just graduated from law school in front of him. I f*****g hated it.