Legal Action (Surrendering Charlotte Chronicles) by Kimball Lee Page B

go take care of the ‘mad fucking’ part right now, the rest can wait.”
                  They didn’t take time to remove their clothes. They simply fell onto the newly made bed.
                  He reached under her dress and jerked her panties down and she had to fight not to cum as she heard the hypnotic sound of his zipper opening.
                  She guided his cock to her and he pushed hard to open her. She was soaked and shuddering immediately and he drove into her hard as tears sprang to her eyes.
                  He knew he should let her get used to his size but he wanted her to remember the feel of him.              
                  She grasped his perfect ass and thrust her hips up. As she was wracked with spasms, her pussy released an intoxicating amount of fluid that made it easier for him to move faster and deeper.
                  When he felt her start to pulse around his cock again he pulled out until only the head was in her.
                  “You’re mine,” he said. “You know that, don’t you? Say it, Charlotte.”
                  She struggled against him. Her hand went to his hard cock, wet from her pulsing pussy.              
                  “Please, let me have you, I want you in me!” She begged.
                  “You do have me. Now tell me I have you. Tell me now or I’m done.”
                  “Alright!” she said, her wet hand went from his cock and spread the wetness across her breasts.
                  He leaned down and took her wet nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.
                  She cried out and arched toward him, his cock moving a little farther into her quivering pussy.
                  “I need to hear more than that,” he said, “Right now, and I only want to hear the truth.”
                  “I’m yours,” she gasped, “I’m only yours!”
    ***
                  Driving away from the boat the next day they were able to talk without the distractions of a bed nearby.
                  He didn’t want her to rush in to Sheppard and Sheridan and refuse to represent Bly International. He would let them know he wanted the case on the back burner for a while; he’d make excuses until he and Charlotte figured things out.
                  “I’ll go for that,” she said, “I’d really like to represent you in court and this sex thing is sure to burn itself out soon. It’s just too white-hot to last.”
                  He laughed out loud at that and said not to count on it. That even if she got tired of him, he felt certain her body would still grant him conjugal visits.
                  She was adamant that he have his people back off from investigating Finn and JP. Whatever the specifics of their jobs, the United States government trusted them and so did she.  There were probably terrorists or drug lords itching to know their identities, it was important that they remain anonymous for their own safety.
                  Her cell phone had been ringing nonstop and each time it was Witt.
                  “I’d better face the music,” she said. She answered and Witt let her have it.
                  How dare she treat him that way? Did it have to be with that pompous asshole Bly? He really didn’t even think she liked men. If she thought she could just run over him in the court room and in public… and on and on he went.
                  She sat there listening, saying, “I’m sorry, Witt, I’m sorry.”
                  Bly held out his hand for the phone and she shook her head. He gave her an exasperated look and took it from her.
                  “Collier,” he said, “calm down and get the fuck over it, buddy. Let’s not