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Two weeks without a hitch in anything, has Emerson worried that something will happen. Ron came by this morning to let him know that he had, in fact, called it off with Jana. He also wanted Emerson to know how disappointed he was in him for not telling him what he’d seen right away. Emerson sat at his desk wondering if keeping that from him was what was best. He would flip if he knew Kimberly was on her knees with someone other than Jonathon, that was for damn sure. He smiles as he looks up to see the object of his thoughts standing right in the doorway of his office.

“Hey baby,” he says as she walks over to him.

“Hey you.  I figured you might be hungry,” she smiles, placing a bowl of baked potato soup in front of him.

“I am hungry, but not for some soup,” he adds huskily, standing and walking over to his office door. He shuts the door, turns the lock, then comes back to wrap his arms around Kimberly’s waist. “Jonathon will be upset that he missed you.”

“You are being bad,” she gasps as his hands slide up her shirt. She pushes her ass back against him as she feels the blood rushing to his thick cock. He laughs softly into her ear as he nips at her collarbone.

“Do you know what I want to do to you right now baby?”

“Wh… what?”

“I want to put this sexy ass on my desk, spread those legs and devour that pretty fucking pussy.  Then, I want you to turn around and let me claim that sexy fucking ass of yours.  I’m tired of Jonathon talking about how good it feels.”

“Oh, please do that,” Kimberly utters, shaking her head in a yes motion while the arousal between her legs starts to dampen her panties. 

“Oh, I am going to,” he rumbles, turning her around, sliding his fingers through her curls as he claims her mouth. He takes control, leaving no corner of her mouth untouched. He tastes every nook and cranny of her beautiful mouth, relishing in the whimpers and gasps he hears. He picks her up, walking her over to his desk and setting her on top of the files he was working on, not in the least bit worried about where they will land. He pulls the skirt up on her dress and rips the panty hose she is wearing to keep her legs warm in the December chill. “I’ll buy you more,” he huskily adds as he leans down and smells her arousal. “I love that you are constantly so ready for me.”

“I can’t help it, you make me that way. Just the way you look at me has me in need constantly,” she groans as he runs his nose over her panties.

“And, how do I look at you Kimberly?”

“Like nothing else matters… like if you didn’t have me it would kill you… as if I am the only woman in the world,” she breathes out as he rips the lace of her panties.

“I’ll buy you more of those too…” he growls as his green eyes lock with her hazel ones. He leans in and licks at her sweet nectar. “Kimberly,” he articulates between licks. “You are the only thing that matters,” lick. “If I didn’t have you, well, it would probably kill me. I’d die of heartbreak,” lick. Kimberly gasps as he keeps eye contact with her. They have been intimate many times, but for some reason this feels way more intimate than any other time she has been with Emerson. This feels almost as if she is violating something and she loves it. “You are the only woman I see in my world. You are beautiful, and I am hopelessly devoted to you,” he breathes out as he licks her clit. He smiles when she lets out a little sob. That wasn’t his intention but that means that what he said has finally managed to sink in. Whether it works out between the three of them or not, Emerson was thankful to have her now.

“I love you,” she cries out as he licks her over and over until she is squirming all over the desk.

“You’ll get a paper cut if you keep that up,” he adds laughing into her pussy while sliding a finger in.  She shrugs and wraps her fingers in his hair, pulling his head back to where it was.  “No,” he says as he stands.  “I’m thicker than Jonathon.  I need to make you cum as I slide inside you so it won’t hurt so badly,” he says sincerely.  Kimberly loves that he thinks of how she will feel.  He kisses her lips one more time, more softly than before, and then turns her around on his desk.  “Stick your ass out Kimberly,” he roars.  She complies as he slides a finger into her pussy.  She sighs when he pulls it back out and rubs it over her puckered asshole.  He spits on his hand, covering his cock to make sure he doesn’t hurt her before he reaches around her hip rubbing her clit.  He lines the tip of his cock up to her tight hole before pushing in slowly.  He feels her start to tense up so he moves his fingers over her clit.  “Relax baby,” he whispers, continuing to rub her clit faster and faster, trying to make her climax. 

“Oh fuck,” she moans as she shakes.  Just as she starts her orgasm, Emerson slides his cock deep into her tight ass. 

“Fuck!” He roars loud enough for everyone in the office to hear. He stays still for a few seconds to let her adjust to him before he starts to rub her clit again. When she starts to push back against him, he starts to move inside of her. He knows he won’t last long, because quite frankly, this is the tightest thing that has ever been wrapped around his fucking cock. He rubs her clit faster and faster as his need to release gets more intense. He feels her starting to shake and that’s all it takes. They both let out a scream as they both orgasm. He laughs as she sets her head on his desk, breathing hard. 

“Emerson, you’re throbbing in my ass. It kind of hurts,” she says softly as he slowly pulls out.

“I’m sorry, we don’t have to do it again.”

“What?” She squeals. “No, I want to.  You were just throbbing from your release.  That was the only time it hurt.”  She stands up straight before turning to face him, her skirt falling back down to its appropriate place.  “I love you, and I loved that.”  She retorts as he leans in and kisses her. 

“I love you too.”

“I know you do, and we have to talk.”

“What about now?”

“Why did you pay that?”

“What?”

“Emerson,” she says with a stern look on her face.

“I did it because I wanted to. I love you, it wasn’t in payment for you giving yourself to us, if that’s what you are thinking. I think way more of you than a paid whore.”

She smiles, leaning in and pulling his tie down to kiss his lips yet again. “I love you.”

“And I you,” he says with a smile, giving her a small kiss before pulling his pants back up and tucking them into place. “More than you will ever know.”

“I think I can imagine.”

He smirks as he sits down, taking the bowl of soup and eating a bite. “Mmmm, Mmmm sauce bauce.” He smiles. “My grandfather always said that about my grandmother’s cooking. I think he’d like yours too.”

“I’m glad you approve.”

“Oh I do.  Very much so.” He adds as he keeps eating the soup. 

“I need to get back to work, but I wanted to come see you. I sure am glad I did.” She says with a blush as he rises.

“So am I. Be careful going back.”

“Yes daddy.” She retorts with an eye roll to match.

“Oh, we could totally try that in bed you naughty girl you,” he says with a chuckle and Kimberly blushes.

“I’m going to leave on that note.”  Kimberly hastily says, running from the room.  The last thing she hears before stepping into the elevator, is the sounds of Emerson’s laughing. 

Jonathon walks into the courtroom as he prepares for the Smith case. If he had to pick a case he’d least likely love to work on, it would be this one.  Normally, he loved his job, but this case was one that made you not love your job.  As a lawyer, sometimes you had to be a crook, but this case was hard for him.  The man was being accused of molesting a woman who he claims was actually a willing participant.  He fully expected to go in and lose this case.  If he lost, he’d still make money, but they wouldn’t make as much.  Not only that, but Adrian had called him and told him she was due in April and that the baby would be given a paternity test.  He would love to have a child, but he wanted it to be with the woman he loved.  He did have to give Adrian props though, she never pressured him about being with her or even if he would help raise the child.  He knew he would though, if it was his.  He wasn’t about to just be some financial support to someone.  Even if that was what the woman wanted.  He was going to be the father he had growing up.  His father and he were both extremely close.  His dad taught him to throw a baseball, catch a football, and how to punch the bully from school in the throat and shut him the hell up.  Jonathon smiled at that memory as he waited for the sleezebag he was defending, to walk into the court. 

A few minutes later, said sleezebag came strutting in. He looked as if he had a case that could stand up against a woman crying rape. Jonathon and Emerson may be the best lawyers in the state, but that only mattered if you were the innocent party. They weren’t really the type that wanted to put true criminals back onto the street. Each of them respected the consenting women they had and they would never force someone to do something they wouldn’t want. He gives a fake smile to Mike as he sits down beside him.  The man looked as if he worked as a freaking car salesman, a bad one at that.  His beer gut poking out over his pants. 

Judge Harris walks into the courtroom just as Mike Smith sits down.  “You could have been on time for once,” Jonathon hisses into the man’s ear.  It wasn’t like it mattered or anything to be on fucking time when you were trying to prove you didn’t do something. 

“Well, I think that’s why I hired you,” the man sneers back as Jonathon tries not to gag from the onions pouring off of his breath.  “You’re the one who is supposed to be on time.”

“No, that’s where you are wrong. I may be representing you but you are the one on trial here. Not me,” Jonathon hisses into his ear. “If you want to get away with a crime you committed, you better start acting like you give a fuck.”

“Oh, so you believe I committed the crime then?”

“Hell yes I do.”

“Then you’re fired.”

“Fine by me,” Jonathon says as he stands looking at the judge.  “Excuse me Your Honor.  My client has decided he’d like to represent himself in this case.  I will see myself out of your court.  Have a great day.”

“Of course, Mr. Phillips.  Is this true Mr. Smith?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then we will proceed,” he proclaims as he bangs his gavel on the desk.

Jonathon walks away from the room, not even worried that he lost the money. He didn’t want the blood on his hands so to speak. He knew Emerson would most likely not be happy but he didn’t care. His gut told him that Mike Smith was bad news and he was happy to be rid of the fucker. Just as he was about to reach for his phone, it started to buzz in his pocket.

“Phillips.”

“Hey, I talked to Harry about the Lexington case. It got settled out of court,” Emerson’s voice comes through the line.

“Great, I have some not so good news.”

“Smith lose?”

“No, more like I quit.”

“You did what?”

“He was late and mouthed off,” Jonathon adds hastily as he opens the door of his car. 

“So you were fired because you snapped back?”

“No, not because of that…” he waits a second before saying the rest.  “I told him if he wanted to prove himself innocent of an act he probably committed, he should act like he was innocent.”

“Jonathon,” Emerson sighs into the phone.

“Yeah, yeah… I know.  Rules to being a good lawyer.  Lie.”

“Ha, you have to make them think you trust them.”

“I know. I’ll be back at the office in a bit.”

“Sure thing, Kimberly stopped by. Brought you and I some potato soup.”

“That all she brought?”

“Nope, I got some ass and pussy too. Bye Jonathon.”
Lucky bastard.  Maybe Jonathon would swing by the daycare before he headed back to the office.  He technically was supposed to be in court for another hour. 

Kimberly walks into her office at the daycare and gasps when she sees the paper on her desk.  She stares in disbelief, her mouth hanging open as she sees the headline.  Two elite lawyers: one woman!  She picks the paper up as her hands shake.  She tries to read the article but can't see through the tears running over her face.  Who could have done such a thing?  She reads a line, ‘
one source close to the trio says it was actually an arrangement that was struck up when Ms. Weston couldn't afford the men's help in a case. They worked up a bargain to embark in a relationship of infidelity.’
  Holy shit!
“Who would have done this?”