Barred (13 page)

Jonathon wakes to the sound of a knock on the door. He looks around, taking in his surroundings.  He sits up looking at the clock.  Eight ten. 
Shit.
 
He gets up, wrapping the robe beside his bed, around him.  He walks to the door to see a bellhop with a tray of different types of breakfast items. 

“Good morning Mr. Phillips.  Your coffee and breakfast, sir.” 

“Thank you,” Jonathon looks at the man’s tag on his shirt.  “Louis.” 

“Sure thing, I’ll just leave this in the sitting room for you sir.”

“Thank you, again.” Jonathon hands the man a fifty dollar bill before turning to the coffee. He adds one hazelnut creamer and two packets of sugar, taking a sip of the delicious drink.  He lifts a silver tray, revealing an order of eggs benedict and two links of sausage. Another tray holds Belgium waffles with warm syrup on the side. The last tray holds an assortment of fruit. Instantly, his mind goes to that night a few weeks ago where he had Kimberly all to himself. 

“Are you hungry Kimberly?”

“A little bit, yes.” 

“Well, what a horrible host I am.  Let me make you something.” 

“You can cook?”

“I can make a pretty mean fruit salad.” He shrugs as she laughs. He sets out grabbing all the ingredients for a strawberry grilled chicken salad. He cuts the strawberries as Kimberly sits on his countertop watching him. She sips the glass of champagne he handed her when she walked in. He can’t help but stare at the smooth skin peeking from her dress. When she moves, it slides up her thigh,
teasing him even more.  He reaches into the fridge
,
grabbing the Romaine lettuce, cutting it in pieces before sliding it into the bowl.  After he puts all the salad ingredients in
, he reaches into the fridge, grabbing the grilled chicken he cooked earlier on in the week out. He slices the chicken into chunks then places it in the salad. He walks over to Kimberly,
grabbing her chin, lifting it before placing a kiss on her lips.  She smiles, opening her eyes slowly as he walks to the pantry to get a can of mandarin oranges to finish the salad. 

“I bet this would taste so much better on you.” 

“Is that right?” She questions, blushing.

“Why don’t you let me find out?” 

Her breathing increases and he knows instantly that she would. He reaches behind her,
sliding the zipper down her dress. 
He leans down, licking her collar bone before sliding down,
tracing over the swell of her breasts.  He reaches behind her
, unhooking the clasps of her bra, grazing her back with his fingers as he slides them over her shoulders,
pulling the straps off.  He grabs an orange slice out of the juice
,
dripping juice into the crevice between her breasts.  He meets her hazel eyes
,
which are hooded with desire as he slides his tongue over the heated flesh. 

“Oh!” She lets out in a rushed breath as he rubs the fruit on her hardened nipple. He then leans down, sucking the wedge and
her nipple into his mouth. 

A shrill ringing pulls Jonathon from his memory.  He looks over to see the phone on the counter ringing. 

“Hello?”

“Good morning Mr. Phillips.  We were just making sure you were awake.”

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

“You too, Sir.”

With the click of the phone, Jonathon glances at what that walk down memory lane has done to him.  He looks at the clock again.  Eight thirty.  He has a half-hour before he needs to leave. He walks into the bedroom, grabs his phone from the nightstand and dials Kimberly.

“Hello?” Comes a quiet voice from the other end.

“Did I wake you?”

“No, I was awake. Just lying in bed.”

“Naked?”

“Yes.” She laughs.

“Good, because I want you.”

“How?” 

“Hot, wet, and naked for me.” He smiles, the intake of breath sounds through his ears.  “Where is Emerson?”

“In my office.”

“Good. Kimberly?”

“Yes?”

“I am hard and I want you to make me cum.”

“Okay.”

“Good.  Are you touching yourself Kimberly?”

“No.”

“Well, I want your fingers inside that beautiful pussy. Now.”  Jonathon slides his robe off and climbs back into the bed.  His hand immediately going to his straining cock with the sounds of her breathing setting him on fire.  “Are you touching my pussy, Kimberly?”

“Yes.”

“Good, imagine that it’s my fingers. Imagine that I am there. Pinch your nipples with the other hand Kimberly.”

“But, the phone.”

“Put it on speakerphone.”

“Okay.” Jonathon smiles, hearing her rustling around before a moan escapes her. 

“Now, do as I said.  Imagine my teeth on your nipple Kimberly.”

“Jonathon!”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.” 

“How?” He asks, his hand pumping steadily at his length. 

“I want you to take me against a wall.”

“A wall?”

“Yes, wrap my legs around your hips. Slam me against the wall, your hands in my hair as you pound into me.” He lets out a groan, imagining just what she is saying.  “Right before you exploded though, I would want you to fuck my mouth.   I want to taste you.” 

As she says the words, Jonathon can no longer hold it back.  He jerks, his cock shooting load after load of cum onto his lower abdomen.  Hearing him doesn’t take Kimberly long to follow behind him.  As he comes down from the pleasure, he smiles.

“Now that you’re relaxed, go kick some ass on the case.” 

“Yes ma’am.  We are going somewhere Saturday.  It’s a surprise so be ready.”

“Just us?”

“No, the three of us. Have a good day at work.” He ends the call as he lays on the bed.  He catches his breath before standing, making his way to the shower.  He turns on the water, letting it heat before stepping under the spray.  Once the water releases the tension of what Kimberly couldn’t, he realizes something.  He loves her.  The thought, surprisingly, doesn’t scare him, but he wonders what Emerson would say.  It’s only been a month and they have to keep their mind set when it comes to her case.  She could very well be going to prison in a few weeks if this doesn’t settle before then. 

He steps from under the spray of water, grabbing a towel.  He walks over to the mirror, grabs his toothbrush and sets to work.  Once he is finished, he walks out to his luggage, grabbing his clothing for the case.  Once he’s dressed, he walks into the sitting room, grabs one of the muffins off the tray and his coffee.  Making his way from the room, he grabs his briefcase from beside the door. 

Jonathon walks into the court room staring at Mr. Robins.  The man just reeks of greed, the comb over he is sporting, could give Donald Trump a run for his money.  His belly is sticking out over his pants and he really reminds Jonathon of Danny DeVito in Matilda.  Jonathon straightens his navy blue suit coat and reaches down to make sure the button is still intact.  He walks over to the defendants table to stand with Mrs. Robins while she sobs in front of the judge. 

“Mr. Phillips, glad you could make it today.” Judge Noland says, acknowledging his presence.  A loud bang distracts everyone as Greg Franklin walks into the room.  “You too, Mr. Franklin.”

“Your Honor, I’m sorry I was late. I left an hour ago but some idiot decided he wanted to drive his car into a taxi at a light,” Greg states, apologizing again.  He walks over to Mr. Robins and sits down, getting his papers ready for the hearing.

“Alright, let’s proceed, shall we,” the judge announces as he looks over at Greg.  “You’re up first Franklin.”

“Yes Your Honor, I want to acknowledge that Mr. Robins feels as if he is the victim here. He works like a dog, and comes home to find that his wife wants to leave him. Not only does she want to leave but she wants to take half of the estate.” Greg says, standing and walking around the table. 

“Franklin, the law states that half the estate is hers.  Is there a pre-nup?”

“No, Your Honor.”

“Then half is hers,” he then looks at Jonathon.  “State your case, Phillips.  I have a golf game to get to.”

Jonathon can’t help but chuckle.  “Yes, Your Honor.  My case is that Mrs. Robins wants everything, her home, her dogs and cats.  The only reason she wants a divorce is because Mr. Robins impregnated a twenty-year-old girl. Which I find odd, because let’s face it.”  He looks in Mr. Robins’ direction and smiles. 

“She gets half the assets in the bank, the home and the animals.  Case dismissed.” Judge Noland stands and bangs the gavel against the desk. 

“What?” Mr. Robins screams outraged.  “That’s not fair!”

“What isn’t fair is that I was faithful to you for thirty years! You are a lying, cheating bastard! Good luck keeping your whore with barely anything to your name!”  Terri yells at the man before storming out. Jonathon just smiles, following behind his client.  Another case down.  He hugs Mrs. Robins as they exit the courtroom.  “Thank you for everything. I’ll have a check sent to the office for you.”

“You’re very welcome Mrs. Robins. I hope everything goes well with the divorce. If you ever need us again please don’t hesitate.”

“You two are such well-mannered men.  I’m glad you finally found a beautiful woman, now if Emerson could find one.” 

“We will both find our happily ever after I’m sure. For now, I will just work on being Prince Charming,” he says with a smile, bringing a smile to her face also.

“It’s working. I’ll make sure to tell all my friends about how great of a lawyer you are.”

“I appreciate that.  I better get going.  I have one more case to look over before I head home for the game this weekend.”

“Thanks again,” she says, waving and heading down the sidewalk. 

Jonathon smiles, thinking of something he could get for Kimberly while he is here in New York.  He walks down the road to Time Square as he thinks of something.  An idea hits him instantly.  He walks into Dylan’s Candy store and grabs a few bags of Kimberly’s favorites.  After buying about two hundred dollars’ worth of candy, he makes his way back to his hotel.  He looks over the files of the next case that he has to look over with the defense attorney at lunch today.  All he wants to think about is what he’d rather be doing to Kimberly, but if he wants to spoil her more, he has to put his mind in the game. 

After all of his meetings, he finally climbs into the bed with his computer to go over all the different pros and cons of what could happen with the Hampton case.  He can’t help but smile when a Skype call comes from Kimberly.  What he sees when he clicks accept has him in shock. 

Kimberly is standing in front of her computer in an electric blue corset top with black-ruffle boyshorts and thigh highs.

“Well, hello beautiful.” Jonathon murmurs, his jeans beginning to get a bit tighter.

“How was your day?”

“It sucked until now,” he replies as his eyebrows go up in shock, which makes Kimberly laugh softly. The melody of her laugh is enough to soothe the stress of the last couple of hours.

“I figured you had a rough day, so I wanted to do something for you.”

“Well, you couldn’t get on a flight and bring that sexiness here?”

“This was the next best thing,” she gives him a shy smile as she turns on some music. She starts to dance for him unsure of herself but wanting to do something for him. She turns and leans over putting her hands on her bed, shaking her ass to “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea. Jonathon laughs softly, watching her being his own personal stripper.  He unzips his jeans and pulls his hard cock out of the confines.  He puts the computer down on the bed in front of him, still watching the Vixen in front of him.  Kimberly turns her head and looks at him with a smile, knowing just what she is doing to him.  “That’s it baby, I want you to come for me.” 

“Keep doing what you’re doing and I will,” he growls out as his hand slides up and down his throbbing shaft.  He lets out a moan that sounds like he’s being tortured and Kimberly knows she’s doing something right.  “Just wait until I get my hands on you Friday, I will make you pay for this Kimberly.”

“For what?” She questions, reaching down and sliding the boyshorts off her ass, giving him the perfect view of her pussy.

“Fuck me,” he growls, speeding up his movements.

“Oh, I plan on it,” she smirks as he looks into the lens of her camera. She walks over to her bedside table and pulls out a dildo that is similar to Jonathon’s build.

“What is that?”

“Let’s say it’s you today,” she says with a cheeky grin.

“Bitch,” he pants out and she smiles.

“Well, I figured the visual would help you more,” she says, lying on her bed, spreading her legs and running the rubber tip along her soaked slit.

“Fuck, that’s hot as hell baby.”

“That’s kinda the point, right?”

“Fuck yourself with that dildo, Kimberly,” he gasps, stroking faster, watching her slide the rubber into her body.  “That’s it! Hard, like it’s me there with you.”