Legal Action (Surrendering Charlotte Chronicles) by Kimball Lee

taste making him hard yet again. He spread her legs and licked her pussy, exploring the velvety folds with his tongue as she writhed beneath him. His tongue worked mercilessly and as she exploded, she begged for his cock and then she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned against his neck as he plunged into her.             
                  “Open your eyes and look at me,” he demanded, “it will get easier, I promise. We’re sized a little differently but you’ll stretch enough to make it easier soon.”
                  He kissed her neck and breasts then pushed in deeper and deeper to the very end of her.
                  At first she struggled against him but as he hit that hidden spot deep inside her over and over she began to moan and claw at his chest. She seized and bucked against him so hard that his cry was a roar as they finished together. Afterword, they fell into a luxurious stupor and napped, curled together, his arm drawing her tightly to him
    ***
                  “Charlotte Christiansen, this is West,” he told her. “He handles security for me.”
                  They were at the dining table eating dinner and the man walked up to Bly and handed him a folder.
                  Charlotte studied him. He was a slightly older version of JP and Finn. He was huge, at least six feet six and his muscles stood out under his black golf shirt. His neck was thick and his hair was severely cropped. It was clear that his nose had been broken more than once but he was ruggedly handsome. He had a fighter’s body and stance that reminded her of Finn, except that his face never lost its detached expression. She reached out her hand to shake his and as he accepted it, she turned his arm to reveal the Special Ops tattoo.
                  “Talk about a party at Quantico,” she said, and smiled at Bly.
                  “Nice to meet you, Ms. Christiansen,” West said and left the room. His expression never wavered.
                  Bly flipped through the papers in the folder, then closed it and looked at her.
                  “I don’t want you living with those men any longer,” he said flatly.
                  She could feel her face burning, “excuse me? I hope I heard you wrong, are you talking about my neighbors?”
                  “I didn’t mean you live with them, but I’m certain it’s not a good situation for you.”
                  She drained her champagne glass and said, “Bly, you’re an industrious man, you can make anything happen. So you’d better make this boat turn around and take me home, now. If that’s not possible then give me a fucking life jacket and I’ll swim.”
                  She stood up, knocking her chair over and started toward the door.
                  He grabbed her and tried to hold her against him, but she was furious and she fought him.              
                  “Charlotte, wait. I’m not insinuating that anything is going on between the three of you. I’m saying you don’t really know who they are.”
                  “Really? I lived in the same house with them through law school. We shared one bathroom, for God’s sake. I’d say I know them pretty damn well. Now we’ve shared the lofts for the last two years, we fall asleep watching TV together. They’re my family, Bly, my only family. Don’t you dare try to pervert the situation.”
                  “People close to me have to be checked out, Charlotte. I’m not going to apologize for who I am. There’s been more than one attempt to take me hostage in order to extort ransom. Now you could become a target, when the world sees that you’re with me. My sources say they’re supposedly “diplomatic attorneys.” But they’ve never set foot in a courtroom or even