by C. M. Steele
“I was in the process of contacting a PI to investigate my finances and assistant. Something seemed to be off with her and the accounts. Several clients hadn’t received their settlement checks. I had to leave for the conference or I would have dealt with them personally.”
“Is there anything else you can remember?”
“Not that I can think of. Will I be able to access my personal account?”
“Yes, the bank will be sending a messenger here with a new card and code that you’ll have to change as soon as you get it.”
“Thanks. It would be nice to have some money.”
“Excuse me,” Detective Sanders says as his phone rings in his pocket. “This is Sanders…Okay…Yes, he woke up from a coma in Chicago…No…Don’t tell her…Yes, that’s what we believe. Two weeks? Hmm…He’s been missing for a month.”
“What’s going on?” I challenge. It’s clear he’s talking about me. He raises his finger, stalling my question.
“Yes, keep an eye on her. We’ll discuss the matter tomorrow.” He hangs up and tucks the phone away.
“That was the Cincinnati PD. They flagged your bank account because your assistant reported you missing two weeks ago. So when the activity hit they were made aware of it and were directed to contact me.”
“Two weeks? He’s been here a month,” Connie complains. I squeeze her hand, giving her a smile of gratitude. She’s looking fiercely at the detectives, but I already know the answer.
“She didn’t report me missing until I missed my court case. I had one scheduled around two weeks after the trip.”
“That would make sense, but if she thought you were dead, why not sooner?”
“Maybe she learned they hadn’t finished the job. I don’t know what stopped them.”
“According to the person who found you, you crawled out to the edge of the alley and the cars sped off. It was dark and rainy, making it difficult to see them while they were helping you.”
“Wow, I need to thank them.”
“Maybe we can take care of that.”
“Okay, well, we need to speak with our boss so we can question your assistant.”
“Contact us if you need anything,” I say before they walk out the door.
I look at Connie and say, “This is a big mess. I’m sorry you’re involved in it.”
“You didn’t do anything. I’ve been stalking your room waiting for you to wake up. Hoping someone would come looking for you.”
“You hoped another woman would?”
“No, I hoped maybe your parents or a sibling.” She shrugs and I pull her onto my lap. She’s off the clock and it’s only fair that as my woman, she helps me recover. Connie tries to get up, but I settle her back on my lap. “David, someone could come in.”
“Yes, and you’re here as my visitor, my woman. You belong right where you are. Besides no one should without knocking. It’s not like I’m still in a coma. I could be changing.”
“Speaking of, Ms. Bennett’s man requested your size so he could bring you some clothes.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Because she’s worried about you.”
“That’s sweet of her. I wish I could remember more. What if I’ll never be able to practice again?”
“I’m sure you still can. Granted it wouldn’t be anytime soon, but your memory is coming back. Can you remember any lawyer things?”
“Yes, but I’m sure the bar will want a full evaluation, retesting and the like, before I can practice. A brain injury resulting in a loss of memory is a big issue.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. I know you must have spent your life getting to where you’re at. I’m twenty-five and being a nurse took a lot, but nothing like becoming a lawyer. I hear so many people fail the exams.”
“Yes, it’s been a tough road, though I really can’t remember all of it yet. At thirty-four, if I had to start all over it would suck, but as long as I have you, I’ll deal with it.”
“Smooth talker.”
“I’m a lawyer, angel,” I whisper, kissing her neck.
“You are trouble. You know, you’re not getting out of here for a couple days, right?”
“Yes, but when I do, I plan to spend all our free time worshipping you,” I growl at the base of her ear, then suck her lobe between my teeth.
“Oh, David, you’re getting hard and that’s not good for you.”
“Angel, I’ve been hard for a week. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I moan, grabbing her waist and grinding her ass over my cock. She moans and works her hips.
“God, David, this is crazy. I work here.”
“I know, one more minute and you can get off.”
“One more and I will,” she cries. Her head leans on my shoulder, and I slip my hand over her mound, pressing my fingers against her pussy. Wanting more, I reach around and unbutton her pants, sliding my hand inside until I reach her curls, strumming my fingers along her slit. She bites her lip and rolls her hips into my hand. I’m going to come just from watching her. She ducks her head into my neck, her body shaking and her soft voice panting my name.
She squeezes my digits as she comes. I fingerfuck her core until she relaxes on me. Pulling them out, I suck off each finger, tasting her release. Her eyes darken with heated desire and her hand reaches below and grasps my cock through my pants. It’s all I need, I’m coming hard on her hand. I latch onto her shoulder, biting and groaning out my orgasm.
“David, shit, yes. That feels so good!”
“Hell yes, it does. And just wait until I’m inside you. I want to feel you under me while you scream my name.”
“Not for at least a week,” she tells me.
“I know, angel,” I grumble to myself as she climbs off me. I know we both need to get some space before I take her on the bed. My strength isn’t quite there and I’m not trying to get her fired. I smile as I see her saunter off to the bathroom with a slight blotch on her ass.
Chapter 9
Connie
Wow, I can’t believe he’s been discharged. We’re on the way to my apartment. He wants to drive, but until he’s been cleared to, it’s not happening. He still has to pass a lot of cognitive tests in regard to his memory, and physically he’s not as healed as we both would like.
“Angel, I’ve talked to the Ohio Bar Association. I have to be evaluated by a committee and tested before I can have my license reinstated. I was put on suspension when I missed two trial appearances. They wish to meet with me as soon as I can. Do you have any time off?”
“I get two weeks every year, but I have to schedule it in advance.”
“You can’t get away?”
“Well, I happened to put in for it the second you woke up. I get it in three weeks.” Unfortunately, my schedule was for a month in advance. I could try and trade with someone for a sooner vacation, but normally that is extremely hard to pull off.
“Wait until we get out of this car. I’m going to kiss you until you beg for more,” he warns and my body simmers and aches for his sexy threat. We’re about five minutes from my apartment and I don’t want to wait. I squirm in my seat, thinking about his lips on me. For the past week, we’ve been stealing kisses and touches. I only had the one day off. He was released earlier today, but he waited until my shift ended before leaving. Devin sent one of his security friends to watch over my place when we arrive. It’s not as if the guys know David’s alive, but it’s best to play it safe.
I pull into a parking spot in front of my door, which is pure luck. Normally, I have to park down the block. On street cleaning days, I’m lucky if there’s any spot on the next two. I grab my bag and Devin’s security guy takes David’s things for me. I can see that David has some motor skill issues when it comes to stairs, but don’t say anything.
“I’m sorry,” he says, obviously referring to his pace in getting to the top of the stairs.
“Don’t apologize, David. You need to take your time. I’m glad you’re alive,�
�� I respond, sliding my key into the lock and giving him a big smile. “We have a lot of time for you to get better and start manhandling me like we want.” I see the guard blush and hold back a chuckle.
“Thanks, Frank. We’ve got it from here,” he tells him.
“I’ll be out here for a couple hours. Before I go, the police will send a replacement.” They hadn’t arrested anyone yet, and they seem to be playing their cards close to the vests. They’re getting all the evidence behind the scenes before they arrest her and so she and her buddies can’t get away.
“You have a nice place,” David says, looking around the living room. It’s a small apartment, but I keep it fairly neat, except for my bedroom and bathroom. After my shift yesterday, I spent the night cleaning up my mess.
“Thanks, I like it.”
“Come here, Connie.” He wags his finger at me as he takes a seat on the sofa. I go sit on his lap. “We have a lot to talk about, but right now, I could use some kisses.” He wraps his hand around my ponytail, tugging it back, then leans down and trails kisses along my pulse. I moan and give into the need. I reach down and pull his shirt over his head as gingerly as possible. He still has some bruises and incisions that need TLC. Setting my hands on the back of the sofa, I bend forward and start my own perusal of his body, kissing the edge of his jaw, then his neck, working my way down. There’s something I’ve been craving for days. I know he can’t exert himself too much, but I can. I stand and slipping my top off, then shimmy out of my pants. Standing before him in my underwear, I reach around and unsnap my bra, revealing my breasts. Unleashing his cock from his pants, I drop to my knees and take the head into my mouth. My eyes meet his and a look of pure pleasure is all over them. He moans, biting his lip. Damn, nothing is sexier than that sound. He brushes my hair away from my face, tucking into his hand and holding it tight. I swallow him down and groan around his cock. It’s so big that I can’t take it more than halfway in. He growls, bobbing my head. I love his control over me. He moans, then pulls me off him. Before I can stop him, he lifts me so my legs straddle his thighs and his cock is rubbing against my mound. I feel his fingers teasing my pussy through my panties. I’m soaked and I know he feels it. He tugs the material to the side and pushes the tip in.
We both release a sigh. It’s been so long that I know he’s going to tear me in half and I greedily rock my hips until he’s completely inside. “Yes,” I hiss.
“You’re all mine, Connie. There’s no one else anymore.” He wraps his hand around my neck and slides his tongue along my lips. Our kiss comes on slow, innocent—the calm before the storm. The softness amplifies the lustful need. With a growl, he takes it to the next level, owning my mouth, while he fucks up into me. My body is like a live wire, ready to set the world ablaze. I’m coming, clenching my pussy around his cock. I cry out his name, clawing at his shoulders and tossing my head back. He places his in the crook of my shoulder and neck as he pistons into me until he roars, filling me up. I frantically rub my hands all over his upper body, accidentally touching one of his injuries. He doesn’t flinch, but I feel terrible.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize repeatedly. The man shouldn’t be exerting himself yet. My horny ass completely negated my obligation to care for him. I’m freaking out and try to climb off him, but he’s not having any of it. He holds me in place, kissing me fiercely.
Chapter 10
David
She’s apologizing for letting it go too far, but hell if I want an apology, I want to come inside her tight little pussy again. “I’m sorry, David. We shouldn’t have gone all the way.”
“The hell we shouldn’t. I need exercise and I’d love to work out some more,” I say to her, winking while she blushes in my arms. We’re still on the sofa with our bodies covered in sweat.
“I’m on birth control, so you don’t have to worry.” I’m not. No, it wouldn’t be prudent to have a baby at this stage, but that’s the least of my concerns. I checked my bank account and I’m not worried about finances. My memory, although spotty, seems to have held onto my knowledge about the rule of law.
“I’m not worried about any of it. Fuck, if I could live inside you I would. Connie, I’m in this for the long haul. Even in my coma, I longed for you.”
“Same here. It’s strange though, isn’t it?” It’s fate where I’m concerned. I survived what should have been fatal. I’m not going to waste a day when it comes to our happiness.
“It’s the way it’s meant to be. How about we clean up and get something to eat? I don’t know about you, but I’d like real food. I could go for some famous pizza. Do you have a place around here?”
“We have several that deliver. What do you like on it?”
“Anything but olives.”
“Okay, I’m going to jump in the shower, then order it.” She climbs off me and runs to the bathroom. We’ve made a mess, but I’m in heaven. I close my eyes and I’m hit with a memory.
I’m sitting on a large sofa, but it’s not my home. It’s my parents’ before they died. My father is arguing with my mother for the hundredth time about what to do with my sister who’s on drugs. I’m forced to be in the middle of it because they are on the brink of divorce had me come over to play sides. I don’t want to be involved in their mess. I’m twenty-two and in college. Infuriated with all of them, I head back to college the next morning. Two days later, they’re dead. My sister, on her latest drug-fueled need for money, killed them both. It was an ill-advised plot by her heroin-addicted boyfriend. Within a week they were caught and arrested.
I’m pulled back to the present by the sound of the shower. My sister’s serving life in prison and I haven’t seen her since. I don’t know why that memory hit me, but it’s a part of my past that I’m not looking forward to sharing with Connie. It’s one of the reasons I’m rich, but it’s also how I lost so much.
I get up, needing to hold Connie. Since I have no idea where her bedroom is, I follow the sound of the shower. She’s singing, so I inch closer to her my angel. I wait until she stops before announcing myself. She startles, but before she can fall, I’m there to hold her.
“Let me help you with that,” I whisper, taking the soap and lathering it in my hands. Inch by inch, I rub my fingers all over her skin, taking time to worship her.
Chapter 11
David
Another two weeks have passed. She works full time, and while she’s gone, I read over the latest law review book or attend physical therapy. It’s going well. By tomorrow two of my main attackers will be arrested along with my former assistant. They had all the evidence on her and the bastard that kidnapped me. The others would be quickly apprehended when Hagen and Molly start rolling on each other.
A big swell of relief washed over me when the detectives called a few hours ago. I couldn’t wait to tell Connie. I peeked out the window for the hundredth time and finally see her car pull into a parking spot two doors away. I rush down to the door and meet her as she hits the steps. Her eyes widen and a large smile spreads across her face. “I missed you too.” Then she rushes towards me, climbing into my arms. Therapy has made me much stronger over these past two weeks. I grasp her ass and carry her into her apartment. Slamming the door closed with my foot, I spin her around and pin her to the door. My hands slip under her scrubs, past her cotton panties, and into her tiny cunt. She’s soaked and so ready for me. “Have you been thinking about what I’m going to do to you?”
“Yes,” she moans as I pinch her clit.
“While you were driving?”
“No…” she stammers.
“Liar,” I growl against her still covered tits. I bite through the material, then suck on her hard nipple. The taut peak presses against her top, almost as if looking for more. Her pussy demands it too, clenching around my fingers. I thrust hard into her. Letting my fingers stretch her before my cock does the work. Longingly, she scratches her fingers through my very short hair. I growl with pleasure and slam my mouth down. My tongue feverishly chases
hers. My hands work off her top, tearing it from her body. I need more of her and she’s with me. I drop her to her feet, then finish taking off her clothes. I want to be in her now. I spin her around so she’s facing the door and pull my cock from the shorts I’m wearing. Spreading her thighs wide, I lift her slightly off the ground and thrust into her. We connect completely. My chest presses against her back and my cock is deep inside, working her pussy with each stroke. I grasp her hair and hold it tight, pumping into her.
“Connie, I can’t get enough.”
“Take me, David. I’m so wet.”
“Damn right, angel. Come for me.” She presses her hands on the door for balance, leaving access to her pert, large breasts. I run my free hand up her waist and her flat abs until I reach them. “Do you like getting fucked the second you walk through that door?”
“Yes, David,” she cries out, throwing her hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit until she screams, “I’m coming.” With a few more thrusts, I empty my load into her. I pin her body with mine against the door, holding myself inside her.
“I’ve missed you, angel,” I chuckle against her cheek.
“I see, sir,” she moans. I pull out, then scoop her into my arms. “Let me go before you hurt yourself.”
“You weren’t saying that a little while ago,” I tease while carrying her to the bathroom.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. I have dinner in the oven. There are some things we need to talk about too. I got a call from the detectives.”
“Is that why you’re all—intense?”
“Yes,” I answer, hitting the shower handle to hot.
“Did they nail your assistant?”
“They’re getting her tomorrow.”
“Speaking of nailing, did you?” she asks pointedly.
“No, and I can’t remember the last time I had sex before we met. And not because I hit my head. I know it’s been years. Molly hadn’t been with me that long before she betrayed me. I wouldn’t sleep with an employee anyway. What’s with the question?”
