I could offer her a job here, she could come work for me. I don’t want her in a diner. She belongs with me now.
Technically, she’s not the client. I’m not breaking any rules.
What the hell am I thinking, she must be half my age. She’s just being flirty, all young girls go through that stage.
I’m sure her dad will be mighty impressed by my designs on his daughter too.
Just when it feels my mind will burst, along with the pressure in my pants, the phone rings, making me groan but I figure it might be some news about the help wanted ads I placed today.
Even though the position’s been filled, in my mind at least.
It’s the last person I expect to call me, but when I think about it, I’m not at all surprised.
Paul Camberwell.
“Mr. Camberwell, what can I do for you?” I ask, deciding to keep it light. It’s Friday afternoon and nothing legal will happen until Monday at nine sharp. No point in ruining my weekend now.
Lo and behold, he wants me to file a suit against some tenants of his, who suddenly can’t pay the rent he’s just doubled.
“I’m sure you can help me, Jarrett. It’s just like the other case, open and shut, yeah?”
“I’m sorry Paul, I’m not taking any new cases right now. I’m fully booked. I can recommend an attorney-”
But Paul’s a little hard of hearing.
“I’ll swing by. I’m in the area, we can go over it then.”
I’m familiar with this line of reasoning. If it was from a mob kingpin, I’d pay more attention. But Paul Camberwell? He’s just a dick.
“Paul? I just told you I’m not taking new clients, or old ones with the same theme. I can send you a number to call, otherwise it's goodbye. Have a nice weekend.”
I hang up, growling again but shake it off. I have the most beautiful girl in the world waiting out there again, and I get up to go see what she’s up to.
She’s a sight for sore eyes and not just because of the coffee and brownies.
Because she’s just perfect. All in white too, just like a real angel.
I open the door, ushering her over to the couch and promise we won’t be bothered again.
“Coffee’s a little stale,” she notes, and I shrug. Anything she’s prepared is perfect.
“These look great, did you bake them from scratch?” I ask, noting how good the brownies really are.
I’m no sweet tooth, but this girl can bake, that’s for sure.
“No,” I insist. “These are really good. You’ve really got something here.” She flushes with embarrassment and I take another bite, swearing to myself that’s not all of hers I want to eat.
Staring at her as I make for my third and final bite, I stab the brownie into my lip, sending most of what’s left down into my lap.
To make the scenario complete, I spill some coffee down my front.
Oops.
Her eyes widen and she sets her own cup down, snapping up a napkin and starting to dab at my chest, down my abs before she gasps.
“Oh! I’m sorry… just a habit-”
I grab her wrist, holding her gently as her eyes stray to my thickening crotch again.
“A habit? Of dabbing your attorney?” I ask her in a low voice, feeling her move towards me as I guide her hand a little lower.
I feel her start to tremble, but her eyes dilate with pure arousal as she lets out a little sound, gasping again as her chest brushes my arm. Her thickening nipples like bullets through the sheer fabric.
I growl low in satisfaction, our faces moving closer together.
“You’re mine, Beth. D’you understand? From now on, you belong to me,” I tell her, and as her face goes out of focus, I see it bobbing in a slight nod, the heat of her sweet mouth almost touching mine.
I swear it’s in the same instant my top lip is just touching hers, the same moment her hand finally rests on the hardness in my lap, when I hear the front door slamming closed and heavy feet thumping up the corridor.
Beth opens her eyes, startled and the arousal in them turns to fear again. The one thing I’ve vowed to remove from her life.
Her new life, with me.
“Wait here,” I command gently. “Whatever happens, don’t move from this couch.”
She nods in understanding, but as I stand, the door to my office swings open and I feel my whole body tense in a second at the sight of him.
My eyes narrow and my jaw sets hard. My hands instantly fists, like hammers as a guttural, animal growl warns him he’s just made the biggest mistake of his life.
Paul fucking Camberwell.
His eyes meet mine and then with surprise, they dart to Beth before he takes me in again, moving backwards away from the door.
“I just told you, Paul. I’m closed for the week, now you’re trespassing,” I snarl.
“Door was open, Sharkey. Not taking any more cases, huh? Looks like you’ve really got your hands full,” he says, trying to sound tough but shrinking back as I fill the door frame.
“Leave now and I won’t be compelled to defend myself,” I snarl louder, but he’s already slunk halfway down the hall.
“You’re making a mistake, Sharkey. I’ll own this town one day. I won’t forget.”
I lunge for him, and in two steps, he’s bolted out the door, which I close and bolt shut, a little surprised at my rage but not really.
Nobody’s gonna hurt or scare Beth ever again. Nobody’s ever gonna get near enough to even try.
“Jarrett?”
Beth calls out after a few moments of silence. She sounds scared, worried and I go back to my office, noting her sigh of relief when she sees me.
“I thought you were gonna kill him,” she says, putting her hand on her heaving chest.
“Only in the courtroom,” I assure her, then notice her pout once she calms down a little.
“What did you mean, you already told him you weren’t taking fresh cases? Did he already ask you to help him take our house, our workshop?” she asks, suddenly looking horrified.
“No!” I assure her. “I already said I was going to help you Beth, you and your dad.”
But she looks hurt, confused and then mad as she stands, straightening her skirt and making for the door.
“Beth! Please, don’t go,” I plead.
“Then give me a reason to stay,” she says loudly and in two steps she’s in my arms.
My mouth pressed hard over hers as she breathes out in a moan, my arms folding around her, drawing her close to me.
Mine.
Forever mine.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Beth
The moment I see him crossing the floor over to me, the look in his eyes, I know he’s telling the truth.
The second his mouth is on mine, I know I’m his, lost in him forever from now on. The circuit’s complete.
Almost.
For a girl who’s never been kissed before, I think I can hold my own. And Jarrett gives me plenty of time to practice my new favorite skill.
Feeling him holding me so tight against his hard body, running his hands over my back and neck as his tongue dances with mine, I feel faint again but in the best way possible.
All those feelings I’ve had, since seeing his picture, right up to this moment all make sense.
I want him. I want to give myself to him, and without having to say so, I can tell he understands.
“I want you Beth. I want… you.”
His hoarse whispers in my ear as we catch our breath make me shudder. One of his hands is moving across my hip, the other has gripped my behind and I can feel his hot, fat dick pressing into my belly through my shirt, making me whimper.
Making me want him more than ever.
“Jarrett,” I whine, scaring myself, sounding as though I’m in danger.
There’s an urgency in my voice, and I feel like if he doesn’t do something, and fast, I don’t know what’s going to happen.
My knees go weak, almost knocking to
gether and the hot rush of something inside me makes me moan out loud, makes me feel like I’m about to…
“Oh no, not yet,” Jarrett demands, and I clench down on something inside of me, fighting a wave that wants to break through, saving it for him. Knowing it’s somehow for him.
In a few steps, I’m on the couch again, but this time I only want one thing, and Jarrett’s helping me make it happen.
His thick hands are under mine, solid and strong. My own are shaking so bad I can’t undo the zipper of my skirt, but Jarrett has it between his teeth and in seconds, I moan aloud as he peels my skirt off. The same magical hands running over my thighs, gripping my hips and kneading my chest which feels like it’s about to crack it’s so stiff.
I grip his thick hair with both hands, and forgetting any sense of shyness, I only gasp louder as he pulls my legs open, growling with satisfaction before I feel the full pressure of his mouth right over my sex, pressing hard through the lace fabric of my panties.
“Tell me you want me,” he demands, and I feel a fresh shudder, a wave I’m sure I can’t hold back, but I gasp a reply.
“I want you… Jarret… I want you to suck my pussy dry… I want to come for you… in your mouth…” I pant.
I’m shocked at what I’m saying, but I know it isn’t even half of what I really want him to do to me, and he responds by tearing the seam of my panties, pulling them off with his teeth and making me squirm harder as I feel them running over my clit which is so thick I know I’m gone the next time he takes it into his mouth.
Using my hips to pull me closer to him, I hook my legs behind his back as he pulls off my tee shirt, my girls popping free as he makes light work of the matching bra I have on underneath.
Now fully naked, he takes his time to look me over, running his hands tenderly over every inch of me, leaving my twitching pussy alone for now, sensing how close I am.
“You’ll come when I’m done admiring you, understand?” he growls, and I whimper again, hopelessly trying to force his thick bulge closer to my hole, writhing on the couch.
The effect this man has on me is all consuming. All I want to do is have him drink from me, then fill me with all of his thick heat, which I try to reach out for, but his hands take mine up again. He presses them to his mouth, kissing each finger before he clasps both hands into his.
“You’re perfect, Beth. Just perfect,” he groans, and for the first time in my life, I really feel like somebody wants me.
Not just parts of me, but all of me. Even the parts I can’t fully accept. It’s like I’ve found the missing part of myself and he’s in awe of what he’s found.
I’m trying to speak, wanting to tell him he’s not too bad himself, but I can only make whimpering, animal-like sounds. I’m thrashing underneath him now, begging him to suck me. I can’t hold it in a second longer.
With his firm hands gripping my ass, I thrust my hips forward one last time. Jarrett’s tongue circles my clit only once before his mouth is over me and I’m done.
I feel my whole body tense as my back arches, he draws waves of pleasure from me with his lips and his tongue. He laps up my essence, which I feel pouring from me as I shudder, pulling the weight and warmth of his head as close as I can to me as I wrap both legs around his neck.
It’s the most intense feeling, and after a time it feels like it won’t stop. I keep shuddering and twitching, my whole body shaken by the power of wave after wave of climactic pleasure from Jarrett’s tongue and mouth.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, a final wave washes over me, relieving me and releasing me of all my tension, all my doubts and fears.
I swear and growl his name as he too starts to relax his grip on me, his hands gradually stroking me softly, tracing lines across my whole body as I lay back, half-tangled into him still. The perfect mess.
He moves up my body slowly, his face an inch from mine.
“Hi,” he says in a husky tone.
“Hi,” I purr back. He leans in and lets me taste myself, mingled with his own mouth, which makes me hot all over again, mad for him and craving the rest of him inside me.
“Jarrett?” I ask absently. Feebly trying to get his attention between kisses.
“I’m a virgin.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jarrett
I can tell it’s a big deal for Beth, but it's music to my ears.
“That’s perfect, just like you,” I tell her softly, kissing her more tenderly than ever.
“You don’t mind? I mean… I don’t have any experience,” she murmurs, looking down and I lift her eyes to meet mine.
“It means I’ll be your first and only. You’ll be mine forever. Mine. It's just perfect,” I say again, hardly believing my good fortune.
“Your first time should be special though, not on a couch,” I say aloud, more to myself than anything else.
It’s as though every shady deal or case I’ve been a part of, every asswipe like Camberwell I’ve ever dealt with has brought me to this moment.
She really is perfect.
“Have you ever had a virgin before?” she asks me, still sounding a little unsure of herself.
I haven’t. The only tail I’ve chased for the past twenty years is my own. Trying to make it as a lawyer, then waking up one day to discover decades have passed and I need to start planning for my retirement.
“No,” I tell Beth. “My life? It only started, really started the moment I met you,” I tell her and it’s the truth.
Everything up until today feels null and void.
Beth makes my world, and nothing else matters.
I snuggle up next to her on the huge couch, a place I’ve slept plenty of times during all-nighters before a court date and my home away from home most nights.
My place in the country is a long way to travel to be alone, and I usually reserve it only for weekends. I keep a room at the hotel nearby when the couch gets too uncomfortable.
Pulling the blanket I keep at the end over us, we lay there until I gradually hear her breathing soften to a whisper and she sleeps in my arms.
I lay awake the whole time, just looking at her sleeping, stroking her hair and pecking her forehead, as if to convince myself she’s actually real. Convincing myself that any of this is actually happening.
I hear her phone chime a few times with messages, far off from where we are both wound together. Down there on the floor somewhere, another world as far as I’m concerned.
Friday night, and nothing but the whole weekend to ourselves.
I’m considering taking Beth to the country house when she starts to stir, but what I’ll need to prepare for her case, her dad’s case, is all the paperwork and her dad himself.
Best to stay in the city for now.
Best to keep this to ourselves too. I don’t need an angry dad on top of an impossible case.
“Good evening,” I whisper, kissing her ear as she mews awake, stretching a little before her eyes widen and she jerks fully awake.
“I didn’t dream it?” she says hoarsely before clearing her throat.
“No, you didn’t dream it,” I tell her. “Your phone went off a couple of times,” I tell her, but she only closes her eyes and burrows back into me.
“I have today off, everything else can wait,” she murmurs and I feel her drifting back to sleep again before she jolts awake again.
“Dad!” she exclaims, and I have to move myself to avoid being tipped off the couch altogether.
Hearing her say that one word is a huge wet blanket, making me feel like taking her to the country after all. Keeping her there, forever.
But that would never work. I have to face her dad at some point. He’s my latest client.
Pro Bono, I remind myself, wanting to groan. I watch Beth bend over to pick up her skirt and arrange her clothes we tore off, reminding me of what’s important right now.
I lift the blanket. “Get back in here, you’ll freeze,” I tell her, watching her face lit by the phone
’s light in the darkness of my office. Evening came and went. It’s night time now, around eight by my own reckoning.
“I gotta call him,” she says, and I motion for her to come back to me as she hits call.
Her dad tried calling her, three times and he sounds concerned, from what I can gather.
Beth wraps herself in a smaller throw from the single seater next to the couch and I let the blanket fall, feeling a stab of rejection but understanding she needs to focus on talking to her dad right now.
It’s so quiet in my office, and her phone is so loud, I can hear most of what he’s saying anyway.
He sounds worried, and asks her a dozen times if she’s alright. Asks if those men have been around which gets my back up.
I sit up, straighten my clothes, get up and go over to my desk, flicking the light on.
Her call sounds like it's going great, she tells him she’s found a lawyer to help and I prepare myself for the gratitude that usually follows, readying myself to take the phone to get some details from her dad.
But his voice changes, and Beth’s face falls as she turns away from me, pressing the phone closer to her ear and whispering, almost hissing things to her dad.
I feel alarm bells go off and sense the change in Beth immediately.
She’s only on the phone for less than a minute after that, but once she hangs up, she won’t even look at me.
“What was that all about?” I ask, standing up and walking over to her, reaching out to hold her. But she pulls away.
“Don’t!” she says angrily. I pull my hand back, and take a full step back with my palm raised.
“Okay, okay. Beth? What is it, what’s the matter?” I ask her, the feeling in my gut telling me things have just gone south, and quickly.
Maybe her dad knows somehow? Maybe he…
“Who was your last client? What was your last case?” she spits out, and looking up, I can see tears in her eyes.
Oh shit.
“It was our landlord, wasn’t it? Paul Camberwell. You got him off and now he’s trying to do the same thing again! Is this some sort of sick joke? Is this a game to you? You just acted like you’d never seen him before, chasing him off so you could help us… Now I find out you helped him get away with it with somebody else… What the fuck is your problem Jarrett!”
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