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  I saw him talking, but for the life of me I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. I didn’t care either. He could have told me my hair was on fire and even that probably couldn’t break the trance I was in. I shook the cobwebs from mind, and said, “What? Oh… yeah, um… morning.”

  Carlton flashed his beautiful smile and said, “Let me finish this set, and I’ll be with you in a moment. “There’s coffee over there on the counter next to the fridge.” His beautiful eyes darted to the wall to my left, and returned to working out.

  Get it together, Liz, I thought to myself as I poured a cup of coffee. You’d think that after having been naked with the man countless times already that I’d be over my schoolgirl infatuation, but that didn’t seem to be the case. I tried very hard to look around the room, taking in the morning sunlight that shone through the large plate glass window to the east. I looked at all the universal equipment, the cushioned workout pads placed strategically around the floor, and the hot tub which was already open and bubbling. I meandered towards it, stealing glances of Carlton with almost every step. I could see he was watching me walk around the room through the mirrors, and I pointed at the tub as if to say, “May I?” He nodded, barely breaking his stride as he continued his work out. I dipped my foot into the water, playfully testing its temperature. Hot, just the way I like it. I stepped onto the first step and bent over slightly, putting my coffee down on the edge as I took another step into the warm water. Our eyes locked in the mirror, ensuring that I was his center of attention. With deliberate showmanship I erotically slid my hands to my chest, pulling his shirt open and letting it fall loosely over my shoulders. Slowly I let it fall further down my arms and back, then finally to the floor. I took the final step into the tub and lowered my body beneath the steam rising off the water.

  Carlton stopped rowing and sat still as if he were a six year old fixated on a Bugs Bunny cartoon. I continued my stare via the mirrors, daring him to be the first to break. But once again, ‘Killer Carlton’ wouldn’t be beaten. He stared me down, until I could no longer look into his deep brown eyes. I give, I thought with a laugh. I lowered my gaze to the tops of my breasts floating in the steamy water of the hot tub. My nipples were rock hard, and all the blood flowing to them had turned them deep bright red. I cupped them from under the water, holding them slightly up to show him just how much he turned me on. I returned my gaze to him, only to find the ‘man of steel’ staring directly at me, a slight smile marked his face. I pulled my right nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth while pinching it. I looked at him for confirmation that he found my elaborate show entertaining. Carlton rolled off his machine, scrambling quickly to his feet I saw his approval very clearly. He was a hard as stone. His cock strained against the damp nylon fabric of his shorts, every ripple and bulge was presented perfectly.

  Silently he crossed the floor and opened the fridge, pulled out a Gatorade and turned and walked towards me. His manhood on display above me sent shivers of desire racing towards my sex, “My God, Liz, you are so beautiful.”

  I blushed, but couldn’t turn my head away as he dropped his shorts on the side of the tub and stood there guzzling the red Gatorade. My mind wandered while I stared up at his legs; if the scene above me was a Gatorade commercial, women would drink nothing else! His legs were powerful; thick thighs that gave way to a defined calf muscle. They seemed to scream for my fingers, but my eyes kept rising until they landed on his impertinent manhood. His balls were tight, and his prick pointed nearly straight up at the ceiling. I subconsciously licked my lips still astounded that I could have such an affect on a man like Carlton. And there certainly was no denying his affect on me. I wanted to feel him, to hold him in my hands, to shove him into my mouth... and every other orifice. He didn’t need to put on a show of seduction as he slid into the bubbling water with me; I was already seduced.

  He took a seat opposite of me; I released my breasts and reached for my cup of coffee. I sipped, staring at him over the rim of my cup and through the rising steam. His tousled hair was wet with sweat and he stared at me before dunking his entire head beneath the water. He popped back up like a God; his eyes closed wiping the water from his face and hair with thick fingers. Suddenly I recognized this feeling… last year I’d watched Magic Mike with a group of friends and Palmer. We were all hooting and hollering at the lovely men dancing across the stage. I remember the blood coursing through my veins, warming me, exciting me… Watching Carlton was like living in my own version of the movie! His smooth velvety voice brought me back to reality. I didn’t even realize I was stroking my diamond necklace when he said, “I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” He took the coffee cup from my hands. “Please, continue touching yourself Liz. I like it.”

  I trailed my fingertips across my chest to my right breast. My nipple sat just above the waterline and I circled it, nudging it gently as it responded to the faintest touch. I could feel sweat rolling down my temples as I leaned my head back against the hot tub and closed my eyes. With one hand I touched the diamonds on the necklace, and the other hand teased my nipple, pinching and pulling it. “Am I putting on a show here, Carlton?”

  “Award winning…” he said in a raspy voice. I couldn’t see his hands beneath the water but his biceps were rippling and the water was beginning to churn around him.

  I imagined him pulling on his cock, slowly squeezing the shaft as he pulled it up hard, then sliding his fist down to the base and repeating the process. The visual image seared into my mind. I slipped my fingers down my stomach and between my legs, running the pad of my index finger across my clit. I pressed down on it, squeezing the full globe of my breast with my other hand, as I slipped a finger inside myself.

  Audible approval was softly coming from across the tub as I sank down even further into the water. With my eyes barely above the waterline, I watched as his movements were well defined and pleasure wracked his face. I enjoyed watching his eyes close with pleasure. I snuck a second finger inside my pussy, trying to recreate the feeling of being filled. It was a pathetic attempt, I admit, but it was intoxicating as hell watching him. I began to wonder if I needed physical stimulation at all; the sight of him pleasuring himself may be enough to send me into orgasm.

  After a few moments I sat up, slowly pulling myself above the water. I sat on the edge with my feet still dangling in the water. I was overheated on so many levels. Leaning back with my hands as leverage I spread my legs wide in front of him. Now fully open to his view I used my left hand to toy with my sex. Carlton’s eyes filled with dark desire, and he released his cock and swam the short distance to me. Without a wasted moment he buried his face between my thighs. I looked down, watching his tongue dart out and test my inner thigh, even the lightest of his touches forced moans from my lips. His tongue was hot like fire against the lips of my entrance as he slowly, tortuously licked his way up and down my slit. Every so often he dipped just inside my lips to get a taste; his groans reassured me of his pleasure. I fought the urge to grab his head and pull him into me; he didn’t seem to want to be rushed.

  He pulled me back into the rushing water and turned me around. I was on my knees on the bench seat, my breasts pressed into the concrete ledge of the tub as he positioned my ass in the air. Even the rough slip proof coating of the concrete stimulated me. I was his for the taking; my inner slut was ravenous. Still, he took his time and ran his fingers across my ass, spreading and pulling me apart, examining me at his leisure. His nose pressed against my tender sphincter and I gasped at the sensation. Almost magically his tongue burst forward and licked his target. I shivered with anticipation and nervousness. He pressed into my opening with his warm tongue; he prodded and teased me until I gave way to the pleasure. I couldn’t stop the moan, nor could I control my volume as I screamed out in pleasure. Every inch of my body seemed to grasp the concrete as my nipples grazed sharply against it. As his fingers slid effortlessly into my pussy I knew my manicure was a goner… his concrete was in da
nger as well.

  “Yess,” I screamed. “Take me!” Damn he’s turning me into a wanton hussy!

  He withdrew his fingers and tongue with a groan of discontent from me, and moved behind me. With his hands on my hips, he guided his cock between my cheeks. He pressed the throbbing head against my entrance; he pulled my hips forcefully and filled me completely. At my sharp gasp he went silently still, allowing my body to adjust to his girth. Finally, I pushed back against him, my signal that I desperately needed his full length. Slowly he began moving within me, as his pounding increased its power my fingers scraped for leverage on the concrete. Already I was greedy for orgasm, my mind was arguing for more time but my pussy was formulating a strong case against it. Human nature prevailed; I came hard and fast, trembling around him as he continued to plunge in and out of me. His balls swayed heavily with each groan filled thrust.

  I opened my eyes, staring at myself in the mirror across the small room as every muscle in his chest and shoulders rippled in rhythm with our bodies. “Oh my God,” I said, trying to keep from uttering obscenities. I clenched my teeth and turned my attention to admiring him through the mirror, the look of confidence and control on his face overwhelmed me.

  He pulled his cock out, and spread my cheeks again as he rubbed the head across my asshole. Yes, I thought. Fuck my ass! Please sink it into me. Where’d that come from? I’d never wanted a man there this badly before! Carlton had managed to toss aside all of my insecurities and fears and made me want to open all my doors. The head of his cock stretched my opening slowly and he inched his way inside. I felt no pain, just a warm sensation as his cock plunged deeper and deeper into me.

  I looked up, now that I knew where his secret room was; its outline was easy to see. Oh I wanted to feel a nice vibrator against my clit as he fucked me. I wished he would share the room with me. I bit my lip hard in an effort not to mention my knowledge of it; I’d breached the limits of our trust by snooping. It took all I had not to scream, “Open that damned door and get me a vibrator!” Its contents intrigued and excited me… I wanted it so bad!

  His hand pressed against the middle of my back, slamming my body against the floor as he took his prize. His entire length was now completely in my ass as his balls slapped the entrance to my pussy. Even I was startled when my orgasm announced itself. “Oh fuckin’ yes! Fuck me!” I screamed. I was coming all over his cock again, and his balls slammed harder and harder into my clit as I shook uncontrollably. His hand returned to my hip and pulled me onto him as he plunged deep and held me there. His cock pulsated, throbbed inside my ass as he unloaded his semen deep inside.

  As he withdrew from me and sank back into the hot tub, I opened my eyes slightly. I could see the room; almost see it with the door opened. I wanted in that room! All I had to do was get him to show it to me. I laid there motionless, spent. His come dripped out of my ass as I stared at the door with lust.

  Paul assumed his customary stance in my doorway. Was it my imagination or was he literally steaming? “Um, Liz, I’m not going to ask who you’re sleeping with because I already know. Ugh, life is so fucking unfair. Sometimes I wish I had a pussy so I could just screw my way to the top too.”

  I lifted my glasses onto the top of my head and pulled my eyes away from my computer screen with disgust. Leaning back deeply into my chair, I glared at him while tapping my pen against my keyboard. “It’s your lucky day, Paul. I’m in such a good mood I’m not even going to justify that with a sexual harassment suit! What can I do for you?” My patience for tired sweaty lawyers had run out somewhere during my first year of law school.

  He shuffled in the door, “The Webster Shipping versus Charleston Ports Authority case has gotten nasty. The Longshoremen are in it now. You have to go down there and straighten it out.” His voice was bland and uncaring, like most other things about Paul. Maybe I should hook him up with Palmer for a makeover? If anyone was in dire need of one, it was Paul.

  “Hmm… alright. Exactly how urgent is it? I mean, do I need to run home and pack this minute?” Honestly a break from the divorce of Eugene and Bootsie Carson would be refreshing. These freaks were having a ‘War of the Roses’ at their house, and if they’d stop winding up in bed together, finalizing their divorce would be so much simpler. A quick trip home to Charleston sounded far too good right now. I studied the open file on my computer with a sigh.

  Paul nodded, “As a matter of fact, you do. They want you there this afternoon. Sheffield’s office already called to say that the company jet is leaving with you on it at two this afternoon.”

  Panic spread through my body. I glanced at the time on the screen in front of me; shit it was nearly noon. I looked up at him still lumbering against the door jam. He stepped towards my desk and plopped a folder down, “Here’s your itinerary. They’re giving you a week to straighten this out. Apparently it’s escalated to the point that even Bell and Michaud are concerned. Oh… and Michaud’s going with you, imagine that.” He walked out of my tiny office in a huff. I frowned. That man irked the hell out of me. I leaned forward and flipped my computer screen over to Macy’s for a quick little online shopping. After a short search, I found what I was looking for and placed my order. Tomorrow Paul would have a case of deodorant as a gift from yours truly.

  I sent the Carson file to the paralegal that sat outside my office door and stood up to pack my paperwork. Hopefully I’d have time to do a little work on the flight. The file Paul had given me was thick with controversial complaints from Webster Shipping. Representing them put me in somewhat of a personal dilemma. If I had to put my loyalty somewhere, it would normally reside with the Charleston Ports. After all, they practically funded the city I call home. But now I find myself forced to represent the mega shipping magnet Daniel Webster and his band of highway robbers. The fees they charged to ship containers seemed outrageous to me. I needed to do my homework, find out what other companies charged. Although that didn’t seem to be the crux of the problem with them it may give me some insight as to how they continue doing business at all. Something about this case seemed creepy to me, as though I had to exert some kind of pressure to give Webster Shipping a free pass at the Ports. One thing is for sure, there’s a dead fish in the water there somewhere. Something definitely stinks. I shoved the file into my briefcase and shut my computer down.

  Libby looked up as I walked out of my office. Other than Carlton, she may be the only person in this entire building that I deemed somewhat reasonable. Her wavy brown hair was piled on the top of her head with a flourish and she peered at me curiously over thick tortoise shell glasses that lent her an air of brilliance. “Lib, I’m headed to Charleston for some meetings regarding Webster. Can you keep an eye on the Carson case for me please?”

  She smiled up at me from her desk; her ebony skin glowed beneath the overhead office lights. “Of course! Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you? You don’t need an assistant?” She giggled and her smile warmed the room. Damn I like this girl.

  “No, Lib not this time. Believe it or not, Carlton Michaud himself is going with me. I think I am the assistant!” I laughed.

  Libby snapped her fingers, “Damn! Oh well, some warm southern beach time sounded so good right now.” There was a level of irritation in her eyes I’d not noticed before. It was easy to miss; her cheerful personality rarely diminished.

  “Everything okay, Lib?” I asked with concern.

  “It’s nothing… that prick Paul gives me the willies, that’s all. He’s always staring at my breasts and making comments. He keeps asking me out too. I told him I have a boyfriend, but he said that unless I had a ring on my finger, it wouldn’t hurt to go out with him. He’s just creepy that’s all.”

  I considered her for a moment; her breasts were overly large, and there was no hiding them. However, that in itself didn’t give that jerk license to make crude comments to her. “Tell you what Lib, I’ll handle Paul.” Oh and I would. A little chat with Carlton about his comments to the women on his st
aff wouldn’t go over well.

  A speck of relief washed over Lib’s face, “Thanks Liz. So when are you coming back? Isn’t Charleston where you’re from?”

  “It is, that’s why they want me there… as a translator I suppose!” I chuckled. “I’ll be back in less than a week. I’m not real sure what’s going on with this case. Can you browse through the file, maybe find out what you can about Webster Shipping? There’s something fishy going on there, and I need to know what I’m supposed to be hiding.”

  Her eyes went to her screen and she clicked a few keys, “Sure. I have a copy of the file right here. Let me dig a little. Anyway, you go on home and pack. Let me take a deeper look at this file and see what I come up with.”

  “Whew, that would be great! Thanks so much Libby. You’re wonderful!” I smiled graciously.

  On the short walk back to our apartment I sent Palmer a text message explaining that believe it or not I had to go to Charleston for work. There wouldn’t be much I needed to pack. My closet at home was still fully stocked, so a few essentials would be all I needed. The thought of spending a week at home with Carlton roused me from my planning. Oh shit! I needed to call Aunt Kerry and warn her.

  I dialed the number and waited, “Hello Liz! I was wondering when you’d find the time to indulge your old aunt with some news!”

  I’d been terribly neglectful of her feelings; surely having her only two relatives off in New York was hard for her. “Aunt Kerry, I have a case in Charleston so I’m coming home for a week,” I said plainly.

  “A case in Charleston? Now that’s strange, isn’t it? When are you coming into town?” The cheer in her voice made me smile. Palmer and I both adored her; we’d begged her to come along to New York with us but she’d only shaken her head sadly, “No, no, you kids go on and have fun,” she’d said.