Part Four: Violet!
It was two days after Violet had met with Charlotte in the supply room. She knew that whatever had happened between them was over, but she also knew that she wanted to do it again. But knowing that it was, in fact, over she tried to go back to hating Dr. King.
She scribbled her signature over forms that would allow her patient, Marla Bencentt, to return to work. Once she was done with the form she put it in the first drawer of her desk.
The door opened to her office. She looked up.
"Dr. King. What a pleasant surprise." The petite blonde was wearing a satiny dark blue dress with heels in the same color.
Charlotte rolled her eyes, closed the door and then shut the blinds, blocking the view into the room. "Get on the couch, Turner."
She raised her eyebrows in question. "Okay?"
"I'm gonna kiss ya again," Charlotte replied in a thick accent.
That was all it took to get her on the couch. Charlotte gave her a predatory smile for obeying.
Charlotte was true to her word. As soon as she sat down the blonde pounced on her, which was how she ended up on her back with Charlotte laying on top of her. She wasn't complaining by any means. Charlotte was aggressive and a little rough. And she was sure those soft kissable lips were going to leave bruises on her own, but still she enjoyed the hot, steamy kisses and the velvety feeling of Charlotte's tongue.
After awhile Charlotte pulled away from her face and swung a leg over to comfortably straddle Violet. Charlotte stared down at her, suddenly fascinated with the buttons on her blouse.
"Never done this before," Charlotte murmured running her slender hands up and down the line of buttons of Violet's blouse. She wondered just how courageous Charlotte was.
"Neither have I," she admitted.
Charlotte nodded her head and undid the first button, then the second and the third and so on. A rush of cold air brushed her skin as Charlotte exposed her. Ironically she was wearing a lacy bra in the same color as her name. The blonde sucked in a breath of air and her eyes widened when she looked down at her.
"Something wrong," Violet asked.
"Course not," Charlotte snapped. Dr. King took her skillful hands and brushed along the flat plain of her stomach up to her breasts. She felt a number of very enjoyable sensations and her skin tingled wherever the blonde touched. She closed her eyes and let the blonde slip her hands beneath the purple lace.
"Oh, Charlotte," she moaned.
Charlotte took that as a cue and lowered her head to nip at the skin along the edges of the lace. Heat pooled at her core. She was wet. She was aroused. And it was all because of Charlotte.
She grated her hips against Charlotte's and was rewarded with muffled moan and a harder bite. Not wanting the blonde to have all the fun she hiked up the skirt of Charlotte's dress and slide a hand beneath black silky panties and into her wet, pulsating core. Charlotte leaned forward to give her more access. Muscles tightened instantly around her fingers and slender hands fondled Violet's breasts as kissable lips sucked away at her neck.
Violet worked her fingers in and out of Charlotte, finding a good rhythm. She liked watching Charlotte's face as she did this. The blonde had closed her eyes, thrown her head back and was making little half moans. She felt Charlotte spasm and grind against her palm.
When she came, Charlotte yelled, "Violet!" A little too loudly, but Violet really didn't mind. She just felt like laughing. Who would have guessed it? Sex with Charlotte.
The blonde collapsed against her, breathes coming in fast and shallow. She stroked that silky yellow hair and pushed down the hem of Charlotte's dress. Only a few seconds passed before Charlotte was back up again. Deft hands unbuttoned and unzipped Violet's black dress pants.
"Allow me to return the favor," Charlotte murmured
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"Violet!"
They had distinctly heard Charlotte's voice coming from Violet's office. They being, Addison, Naomi, Sam, Pete and Dell.
"Do you think they're fighting," Naomi asked.
"It didn't sound like a shout of anger," Pete commented looking perplexed.
Addison rolled her eyes. "What else would they be doing in there?"
Shame hushed them. "Guys quiet, Cooper's coming. He's not going to like that Charlotte's here."