The soft knock at her office door pulled her from her musings. She immediately turned her chair back around to face her desk and tried to appear busy before she spoke out.

"Come in," Carolyn Wilder said and her office door opened to reveal her secretary, Missy.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Wilder but U.S. Marshal Givens is back to see you ma'am," Missy announced as she shifted a little and allowed Carolyn to gaze past her and lock eyes with Raylan Givens, who smiled kindly at her as he tipped his hat.

"You can show him in," Carolyn said as she pushed her chair back from her desk and stood. Missy ushered Raylan into the office and he gave his thanks. Missy then focused back on her boss.

"Would you like me to bring in any drinks or snacks?"

"No, thank you, Missy. U.S. Marshal Givens won't be staying very long," Carolyn announced as she moved around to the front of her desk. She then folded her arms across her chest as she rested her backside against her desk. With a curt nod, Missy closed the office door and left them alone. "And to what do I owe this visit, Mr. Givens? As I already told you yesterday, Mr. Mansell is a client and I am not able to help you with your investigation of my client."

"No, I know, and I get it," Raylan began to speak as he took further steps into the office and he didn't stop until he was standing right in front of her. "You're a defense lawyer and you'll defend any cold-blooded, piece of shit, murderer if the price is right," He stated and she clenched her jaws and swallowed any words that wanted out because nothing she could say would defend against the truth of what he had said. "I didn't come this time about your client, ma'am. I actually came because of you," He proclaimed and she arched her brows in intrigue.

"Me? So, you're investigating me now, Marshal Givens?"

"Oh, no ma'am, I am sure you've got a clean record."

"You got that right," Carolyn countered. "I love the law. I respect the law. It's why I became a lawyer, and I've never broken the law in my life. So, if you think you're going to come up in here and scare me with the threat of some trumped-up charges because I won't help you with your investigation, you are sorely mistaken," She practically hissed out at him and threw him a challenging smirk. Her words but mostly her demeanor caused a wide smile to spread across Raylan's face, which made her brows furrow in confusion.

"Damn, woman, you are intimidating as hell," He stated with a chuckle. "I'm not here to threaten you. It's just that after our meeting yesterday I couldn't stop thinking about what you said to me."

"What I said?" She repeated.

"It was mostly the way you said it and your mouth," Raylan further explained as his eyes locked on to said mouth. Carolyn was completely confused and her face showed it.

"My mouth?"

"Yes, ma'am. Your mouth, and your face, and body," He tilted his head and appreciatively raked his eyes over her frame. "It's pretty much the whole package," He continued as he waved his hands before her. "I mean, you really pissed me off yesterday and it was a major turn-on. I got really aroused," He confessed and she couldn't stop the flattered smile that spread her lips as her mouth fell open slightly in surprise at his words. "Now, usually when a woman tells me off like that, I'll laugh, sometimes I might want to smack them, but I was raised right and I would never, ever put my hands on a lady," He quickly interjected as he now moved right beside her and took the same stance, as he rested his backside against her desk and folded his arms across his chest.

"That's good to know," Carolyn replied as she looked over at him.

"But you were the very first that I ever wanted to kiss breathless when they told me off," He said as he tossed her a charming smile. "And I just don't know what to make of that."

"And you came back here to tell me that because you thought I could help you with that somehow?" She questioned as her shoulders softened and she smiled sweetly at him.

"Maybe," He answered with a crooked smile. "At least I'm hoping so because I just can't seem to get my mind to focus on anything else except your mouth," He said this as he leaned away a little and regarded her mouth. Carolyn stared back at him with a smile as she recalled that she had just been thinking about him before Missy had knocked on her door. And she had also had him on her mind since she had met him the day before. She had initially told herself her thoughts were purely professional as she pondered exactly what provable evidence he had on her client. But then those thoughts were quickly pushed aside with carnal thoughts about what he looked like without anything on 'except' that hat of his, and what it would feel like to rake her fingers through his salt and peppered hair.

"Maybe I can help you," She said as she reached over and wrapped her left hand around his neck tie. This brought a pleased smile to Raylan's lips and made him arch his brows. "Lord knows I don't want to be the reason you can't focus while you're doing your job, Marshal Givens," She declared and then tugged at the tie, pulled him against her, and then kissed him deeply. A low moan escaped her lips the instant she tasted him because he tasted and also smelled divine. Before she could pull back from their kiss, Raylan shot out both of his hands and cupped them on either side of her face, held her still, and continued to ravage her mouth. In that moment he thought that kissing her was even better than he had imagined it would be. When breathing became a necessity he finally released her lips and pressed his forehead to hers.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," Raylan huffed out and Carolyn smiled kindly to his praises.

"I'm glad I could help you resolve your concentration issue, Marshal Givens," Carolyn spoke out as she pulled back and resumed her position beside him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I really need to get back to work," She stated as he remained in his spot beside her smirking at her while he licked his lips to capture all her goodness left upon them. When she noticed he wasn't moving, she waved her hand toward her office door and he only allowed his eyes to follow the gesture. Then he cleared his throat, pushed from the desk, and walked to the closed door. Carolyn took that moment when he had turned his back to her to close her eyes and take a deep cleansing breath in hopes to calm her pounding heart beat and the throbbing happening between her legs. When she heard the familiar clicking of the lock on her office door, she snapped her eyes open and onto Raylan just as he turned back around to face her. He threw her a smile that had her clutching the edge of her desk just to keep herself from swooning and crumbling to the carpeted floor. She sat motionless and watched as he removed his hat, placed it on the coatrack she had behind her door. He then strutted back to where she stood, grasped her around her waist, lifted her, and settled her bottom fully onto the desk. She didn't protest or even speak as she gripped at his shoulders and spread her legs wide and allowed him to settle in between them.

Raylan kept his left hand about her waist as he used his right hand to reach behind her and push aside the items on the desk. Once cleared he pressed his chest against hers and pushed her back down until she rested on the desk top. He then leaned down and recaptured her mouth in a more frenzied half-crazed kiss, that Carolyn happily welcomed. His left hand pulled her at her waist and slid her bottom closer to the edge of the desk which made her skirt ride up and bunch at her waist. He then grasped her right leg, lifted it, and held it until he felt her wrap the leg around his leg. His right hand disappeared under the skirt she wore and she jolted a bit and gasped out against his lips when she felt his hand rub against her now damp panties, and across her swollen clit. An act that had a triggering effect on her and she suddenly moved her hands to his waist, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and freed his long, thick, and very engorged cock. Raylan carefully fisted her panties in his hand, yanked, easily tore the flimsy garment from her body, and then stuffed them into his back pocket. She gently gripped his member and pressed it at her folds. He slid into her in one swift and smooth thrust which made them break from their kiss. She yelped and threw her head back in ecstatic abandon, while he groaned and buried his face in the nook of her neck. Her eyes briefly rolled shut at the delicious feel of him stretching her as he manically thrusted into her body. He lifted some and upon feeling his weight shift she opened her eyes and looked up at him. His eyes drifted from hers and honed onto the peaks in her blouse that were caused by her hardened nipples, and he knew then that she was not wearing a bra. So, without stalling his movements, he yanked at the bottom of the red camisole top she had tucked into her skirt, and pushed it up until he exposed her full, supple breasts. Her breasts always gave her insecurities during intimate moments due to the scar on the side of her left breast, but Raylan hadn't given her a chance to dwell on it or protest as he dropped his lips right to the puckered skin where he kissed it and licked it, before he moved on and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Carolyn whimpered out an 'Oh God' as she buried the fingers of both her hands in his hair and pulled him closer to her bosom.

"Ah … Oh, God, I'm coming," she half moaned, half sobbed out just as her walls began to convulse and pulsate around Raylan's cock, and he released her nipple, screwed his eyes shut, tossed his head back, as his mouth dropped open.

"Fuck!" He growled out and Carolyn panicked a little.

"Are you about to come?" She pushed out through huffs of breaths as she continued coming down from the titillating orgasm she had just had.

"Oh, yeah," Raylan groaned as he vigorously nodded his head.

"Stop, you can't come inside of me," She said as she hastily shoved him and he stumbled back and to the side a little where he shot his hand out and gripped her desk before he fell over. His eyes widened in disbelief, and at that moment he looked angry that she had made him slip from her tight heat. Before he could speak his outrage, she moved from the desk, dropped to her knees before him, and sucked him into her mouth.

"Holy, shit!" Raylan exclaimed as his right hand shot out and fisted her soft coiled hair. "Fuck! Fuck!" He cried out as he climaxed and then watched her as she drank him down, released his member from her mouth, kiss the head, and then sent him a saucy smile. Next, she grasped his boxer-briefs, pulled them back up, and then did the same with his jeans. Raylan held out his hand to her, which she grasped and he helped her back to her feet. They both stood silently leaning against her desk. Raylan rezipped his pants and buckled his belt, while Carolyn looked at herself in the mirror on the wall as she fixed her afro and then tucked her blouse back inside her skirt. Before either of them could feel awkward or unsure of what to say the phone on the desk buzzed. Carolyn reached over to it and pressed a button to the speaker.

"Yes, Missy?" Carolyn called out as she watched Raylan move back to her coatrack where he grasped his hat and settled it back atop his head. For a split-second she considered asking him to fuck her again while he wore the hat, or while she did, but that thought was quelled at Missy's voice.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, ma'am but Mr. Jenkins is here for your 1:30 appointment," Missy's voice spoke through the speaker.

"Thank you, Missy. Please let Mr. Jenkins know I'll just be a moment," She said and then ended their call.

"You good?" Raylan asked as his hand grasped her doorknob while his eyes did a quick appraisal of her body to make sure nothing was out of place that might give away what they had just done.

"Yeah, I'm great, what about you? You good?" She asked as she smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Oh, I'm fantastic," He replied and she found that she mentally agreed with his words. She had to admit to herself that he had far exceeded and excelled beyond how good she had imagined he might be in bed. She honestly could not recall the last time she had had an orgasm that amazing or that quick. He tossed her a wink, turned the lock, and opened her office door. He paused, turned back to face her, and then tipped his hat a little. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Wilder."

"You're welcome, Marshal Givens. And if you need any more help with that problem we discussed, you have my number," Carolyn said as she sent him a knowing smile and the smile that had already been on his lips grew wider.

"Yes, ma'am. I will definitely be calling you again real soon for further consultation."

The End