Sweet Backlash

An eBook By Violet Heart.

Suddenly, he remembered. "Excuse me." He hadn't even asked her name.I'm such a jerk. "What should I call you?" "How about Hey you," she suggested with a straight face. It took him a moment to realize she joked, and gave him hope he had not made a complete fool of himself.He chuckled. "No, you may call me Melony." "Thank you, Melony." He tried to relax but she had him in tangles. "Call me Chip. Could you get me a copy of Monday's hearing schedule, and the corresponding trial prep summary? I'd like to go over it this weekend." "Yes, sir." "Chip," he called as she closed the door. That glass wall was going to cause him no end of problems with her sitting on the other side. * * * * Who does he think he is? She sent her fingers over the keyboard to place his supply order. Coming in here early, unannounced, and looking at me like that. Typical man. What a pig.

She sent a second e-mail, asking Bob's secretary for the material he had requested and hit SEND. Her fingers trembled when she lifted them from the keys. Damn her for letting him get to her. Going online, she checked the court docket for Judge Edmonds to see what time and to which courtroom he needed to report Monday morning. He would probably do it himself, but she preferred to have the information handy if he asked.

Then again, for a lawyer, he seemed kind of stupid. She knew attorneys who lacked common sense, and some who had no tact, but none who seemed stupid. The way he had talked, and kept losing his train of thought... Maybe he suffered first-dayon-the-job jitters. Wait a minute. Why did she give him the benefit of the doubt? After the way he had just treated her? If his eyes had the power of his hands, she'd have no clothes on right now.

And what kind of name was Chip, anyway? It didn't seem like a real name, more a nickname, really. Chip. She refused to call him that.

She had to calm down before she worked herself up into getting truly upset, and doing or saying something she would regret. Kathy's recommendation that she use a trip to the bathroom suddenly seemed appealing. It would release the tension, if nothing else. Glancing around, she saw nobody paid her any attention. Chip talked on the phone, gesturing at the glass wall. So she slipped away from her desk.

She found the ladies'room blessedly empty and took a deep, cleansing breath. Securing herself in the large, handicapped stall at the far end, she draped a hand towel over the toilet seat and hiked her skirt. Her fingers trembled now for a different reason. Lowering her panties to her ankles, she settled back on the towel and closed her eyes.

She sent her tongue across her lips, again and again, the taste buds grazing her sensitive lips and making them tingle. Mmm, nice. Unfastening the first three buttons at the top of her blouse, she slipped a hand under her camisole and inside her bra. She captured the already budding nipple between her thumb and forefinger and gently rolled it back and forth. Instant pleasure shot from her breast, straight down the core of her abdomen into her womb.

Warm wetness washed the walls of her passage and she raised her knees to hook the heels of her shoes on the edge of the toilet rim. Letting her knees fall wide, the folds of her slit peeled apart and began to swell. She loved the sensation of prickly excitement as blood filled those tissues, making them beg for her touch. Moisture wept out and she dipped her finger into the juices. Spreading them up and down in a rhythm along her aching slit, she bit her lip to keep from groaning.

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