WHITE HEAT (Dr. Feelgood Book 2)

by Mona Moore

  WHITE HEAT

  Copyright 2017 by Mona Moore

  All Rights Reserved

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  A special thank you to Karin Enders for her unfailing criticism, enthusiasm for editing and unmatched blurb mastery; you add the top coat to help make my book shine!

  To Christine Monroe and Danielle Harris for having all the faith in the world in me! You gals keep me going!

  To my husband for giving me the opportunity to live out my passion every day; I love you and thank you.

  Mama, thank you for being my cheerleader. There’s no one else like you on the planet!

  To my family and those of you who have bought my books and supported me throughout this journey, I can’t thank you enough.

  In the words of Hall & Oats; Well, well, you! Oh, yeah. You make my dreams come true!

  Much love.

  CHAPTER ONE

  It had been exactly three weeks since Scarlett had seen him. Not since that last mind-melting moment in Charles’ office where he’d lost all control and fucked her on the lounge, regardless of who could hear them in the waiting room. That was the day Scarlett had learned the reason he had been distancing himself from her, and she had only physically seen him twice since then. Neither of those times had been at his office. In fact, anytime she went in for an appointment, she was escorted into another room because Charles was either taking an ‘emergency patient’ or he was ‘sick.'

  Scarlett wasn’t born yesterday, though. She knew he was purposefully limiting their interactions to avoid being in the same room with her. He couldn’t trust himself around her, and Scarlett was reveling in it. It meant he wanted her, despite his cold exterior. She also knew it was because Charles couldn’t deny the strong pull they had toward one another emotionally. The passion between them could not be denied any longer, no matter how much he fought it.

  Unbuttoning her black silk blouse to reveal her breasts straining beneath a lacy pink bra, Scarlett puckered her red lips as she blew the phone a kiss, snapping a photo. Instantly, she sent it to Charles’ number, something she had been doing for a couple of weeks now shamelessly. A small reminder that he couldn’t run from their attraction for one another forever. It was sad to think that what little relationship they had left was now nothing more beyond some dirty text messages, back and forth and a few shallow chats in between. She longed for more.

  Sighing, Scarlett buttoned up her blouse methodically and headed out into the main office, stone-faced. A new client would be meeting with her any moment to discuss their case. They were trying to pound out the formalities of a legal separation but couldn’t agree on who would be getting custody of the pets; two sweet Pomeranians named Zsa Zsa and Rico. Scarlett felt worse for the dogs than she did her own clients, which didn’t say much for the client. Sometimes her job thrilled her to bits and other times was so taxing she wished she could just get away from it all.

  She should have been thrilled that Charles had at least been sending glowing updates to her bosses about her ‘progress’ which allowed her to start practicing again. Even though, she found herself distracted and unfulfilled. These days, her love life was a twisted mess of briars Scarlett had to cut through without so much as a blade to assist her, thanks to Charles and his understated calm. She wasn’t even sure she could call it that anymore. Scarlett knew that beneath the surface of that cool exterior was a beast trying to claw its way out. Who was she to seek to understand or criticize how Charles was handling what he was going through? Being with someone again after the loss of his wife could easily be compared to losing her all over again – if you chose to look at it that way, of course.

  Pushing through the meeting with her client was excruciating. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of the sad and lonely woman who could only think of her fur babies after the betrayal of her husband. He had been sleeping with a woman forty years her junior; the dog's groomer no less. And yet, the dogs were the only thing on her mind. It was a wonder they’d stayed together as long as they did.

  A buzz at her hip had Scarlett fishing out her phone as Beverly went on about the purity of Zsa Zsa and Rico’s breed. She looked down at her cellular, and her breath hitched. It was a text from Charles.

  I want your body now. Be at your house by noon.

  This was demanding Charles, the Charles that got her panties damp with the slightest word, apparently looking for a quickie on her lunch break. On the one hand, it was crazy to give him this much power over her, to let her life revolve around his demands of her. On the contrary, this was the excitement Charles elicited from her. It was what made her crave him morning, noon and night like a narcotic. This was the reason she could not, would not turn him away. She didn’t want a quickie, though. No, Scarlett wanted a marathon.

  Checking her schedule, she made sure it was cleared well into the afternoon and packed her stuff up for the rest of the day. Her keys jingling in her hand as she headed for her car, a happy little sound as she moved with a little more pep in her than usual. There was a skip in her step; a lightness since meeting Charles that made her feel more alive than she had in a long time. Scarlett’s heart was already racing at the thought of being with him again. Every time they saw one another under these circumstances, she thought this might be the time that convinces him. This might be her chance to prove that she was worth more than just a quick tumble on the couch; that it was okay to fall in love again with another woman.

  When she pulled up into the driveway, she could see that his car was already there. His windows were just tinted enough that she couldn’t see if he was inside or not, though she knew he was there, as she went to the door and unlocked it. She was only slightly startled and surprised when she felt his arms around her in the doorway, ushering her in as he kicked the door shut hard.

  Scarlett barely had a chance to take a breath before Charles was ripping her clothes off, popping the buttons off her shirt as his finger slid through them like they were made of nothing but water. The look on his face was one of determination, and he was almost unrecognizable from the man who had held her in front of the fire and told her about his late wife. This was dominant Charles. The Charles who fucked her like a caveman. He was overtaken by his lust and wanted nothing more than to consume her. His gaze traveled her body like she was a delicate Gazelle and he was the lion getting ready to pounce on its prey.

  “Get on your knees and undo my pants,” he growled at her in an authoritative voice.

  Excitement coursed through her. She loved it when Charles talked to her like that. Scarlett never thought she would like such dirty, filthy talk, but it did things to her she couldn’t explain. Obeying, feeling the weight of his words as she dropped to her knees in worship, she let her eyes capture his as she unbuttoned his pants slowly. Pulling down the zipper, she reached around into the waistband of his khakis and slid them down to reveal his rock-hard shaft. Her mouth watered.

  “Put me in your mouth,” Charles commanded her, his piercing blue eyes pinning her as they stared down into her upturned face, hooded and carnal with intent.

  Scarlett wasted no time and immediately did C
harles’ bidding. She placed her mouth over the head of his cock, slowly stretching her lips to accommodate his thickness, her eyes never leaving his. Scarlett began to swirl her tongue around him, making him pant with pleasure. Suctioning her lips on him, she moved her mouth further down his length, taking it slow, teasing him a bit. But, Charles was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed onto the tangle of hair at the back of her head and pushed himself into her mouth, making her gag as he hit the back of her throat with a roaring moan. Her sex gushed in response.

  Though Scarlett felt involuntary tears sting her eyes at the sudden thrusts, she welcomed his intensity, relaxing her throat as he pushed roughly to the back of her skull. He began to use her head as leverage to fuck her mouth while she tried to gain her composure and opened her throat to him further. Scarlett wrapped her lips back around him tightly, a trickle of precum dripping down the back of her throat. She closed her eyes, tasting his salty sweetness as he began to thrust harder, leaving the back of her throat feeling sore only to coat it with his warm liquid as he came. Scarlett drank it down, barely letting any pour from the sides of her now weak mouth.

  “Stand up,” he ordered, sliding himself out of her mouth as she wiped away the white cum from her red lips, smearing her lipstick a little at the corner.

  Scarlett submitted, feeling a mix of humiliation and an incredible ache in her sex for more. Charles had used her mouth so roughly, but the anguish she should have felt for why he'd done that was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was hunger. Scarlett wanted him; body, mind, and soul. She adored him. There was nothing she longed for more than for Charles to know that. She wanted him to touch her and be touched. Love her and be loved. Please her and accept pleasure for himself. Scarlett had no way of knowing where things stood. Charles' mood was indecipherable.

  “I want something to tie you up with,” he murmured, more to himself than anything else as he looked around while nodding for her to go find something just for that purpose.

  Anxiety reared its ugly head, and it left her heart hammering in her chest. She’d never been tied up before. To relinquish control like that had never been a turn on - but the idea of Charles tying her up left her center pulsing with delight. She shook her head as though to clear it. In the depths of her mind, she had always wondered what it would be like to have someone dominate her like that, but something about Charles today had her mind reeling. Did he want to hurt her? Was that his goal? Her heart ached, but so did her pussy. There was so much that was wrong about all of this, and yet, she’d never wanted him more.

  Scarlett walked to the closet with legs that felt as though they belonged to someone else, hearing Charles following closely behind her. She could feel those fiery eyes burning into her back, and it made her skin crawl with a mixture of fear and yearning. Scarlett found an old purse with removable straps, and she pulled them off with a yank. Turning around, she faced Charles and swallowed with difficulty as he devoured her body with his eyes before, she placed the straps in the palm of his hands, like a gift.

  Charles nodded toward the bed, and Scarlett climbed obediently onto the mattress, wondering if perhaps stopping him now would be the best option. The doubt flew from her head as she crawled toward the pillow, feeling the slick moisture between her legs. He had excited her. Charles’ callous treatment of her, had turned her on and if he didn’t fuck her soon, she felt as though she might die.

  She came out of her thoughts promptly as Charles climbed over her, his warm body sliding against hers. She hadn’t noticed when he’d removed his clothing, but he was completely naked and ready. The sensation of his hot skin against hers made Scarlett want him even more. Ignoring her whimpers and squirms, he used the straps to tie her wrists up against the headboard, his knots tight and unrelenting. She was not going to be able to wiggle her way free of those. Something told her she wouldn’t want to.

  Sliding back down her body with a sly grin on his face, Charles grabbed her knees and spread them apart forcefully. Her wet pussy was fully exposed to him, the pink flesh quivering and glistening as it rested just centimeters from his semi-hard cock. It belied the doubt she had felt earlier. She willed him with her eyes to fuck her, but she knew with his mood that it wasn’t going to be that simple. For a split second, Frank crossed her mind. Sex had never been as adventurous as this. When they had fucked, it had been routine and boring – like a chore. This was anything, but.

  Running his fingertips across her groin and down her swollen, moist lips, Charles tickled and teased with a masterful precision that left her breathless. The pads of his fingers barely brushed the slick folds, but she could feel their heat as though they were branding irons. Scarlett wriggled in frustration at the incredible lightness of his touch and her inability to do much about it. Suddenly, he swatted her sex with the palm of his hand. The sweet, stinging sensation of the slap made her rear up, pulling against the binding at her wrists, her eyes were languid and her mouth, slack with desire. His other hand raked across her belly and up towards her breasts, pinching one of her firm nipples between his two fingers and rolling it slowly.

  Charles went up on his knees, letting his cock rest against the swollen lips of her sex, still humming from the slap he’d given it. He rubbed his length between the wet folds, back and forth, lubricating it. The feeling of him sliding so slowly between her legs and coating his shaft with her juices had her eyes closing to savor the sensations. The slick, molten warmth was maddening to her senses.

  “Please,” Scarlett whispered, her voice sounding foreign to her ears as though it belonged to somebody else. “Please, Charles. Fuck me.”

  He only chuckled and continued the torturous sliding back and forth between her legs until she was about ready to detonate. Her flesh was fevered, glossed with a thin sheen of sweat as the ache inside of her built higher and higher. Her heart was practically pounding out of her chest, and her arms ached from tugging at the bindings. She was sure her wrists would have marks for days, but she didn’t care what anyone thought of her. Scarlett was too far gone to care about anything other than what Charles was doing to her and what he would continue to do in the moments after.

  She gasped when Charles placed the thick, juicy head of his member at the entrance of her sex. He paused there for what seemed like an eternity, with just the tip of his cock being consumed by the mouth of her pussy before plunging it in. Scarlett cried out. Charles’ thrusts were distractingly more controlled now, as he slowly and steadily pushed deeper beneath her bone to find her G-spot. The entire time, she moaned with pleasure, wishing he would push just a little harder - just a little deeper.

  “You like the way I fuck you, don’t you Scarlett?” Charles exhaled, sliding in and out. “You like when I tie you up and hold you down?”

  “Yes,” She gasped, feeling a tension began to build at the center of her sex.

  The speed of his thrusts picked up, and her eyes flew opened. He pinned her carefully with his eyes. He pulled her hair back, arching her neck so that she would not be able to look away. Scarlett didn’t want to. There was nowhere she wanted to be more than here, lost in Charles’ beautiful, blue eyes. She began to pant as the thrusts became deeper and harder, just as she’d wanted.

  “Your pussy is mine. Do you understand me?” Charles growled.

  “Yes!” Scarlett cried out as he fucked her relentlessly into the mattress. “Yes, my pussy is yours!”

  He ground his cock into her, rubbing their pubic bones together until her clit went off like a firecracker and her sex clamped down around him. Charles laughed breathlessly as he fought the strength of her walls as they closed like a vice on his cock. He pistoned in and out while her whole body shook with the intensity of the orgasm that overtook her. With one last push, he came, his warm liquid erupting inside of her as he pulsed with her. Slowly coming back down to earth, Charles released her hair and gently cupped her face.

  “You’re mine, Scarlett.” He whispered against her lips. Charles
’ heart pounded in time with hers as he lay on top of her gazing into her eyes. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

  Yes, things with Charles were definitely not boring.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Radio silence again. Scarlett was not surprised that she hadn’t heard from Charles. This time, it had only been two days, but it had felt like an eternity. She still wasn’t sure what their last rendezvous had been all about, but the memory of him claiming her as his was still floating around in her mind, making it difficult to concentrate on anything.

  Trying to become the kick-ass mediator and lawyer she once was, was involved enough without adding the complication of Charles to the mix. She already had one win in the courtroom, helping her latest client mediate with her soon-to-be-ex-husband about the custody of their dogs. However, the real success had happened in her bedroom two days ago. She shivered at the memory.

  You’re mine, Scarlett. Don’t you ever forget it.

  Scarlett was happily going over her voicemail, blissfully moist between her thighs as she replayed their little bondage games in her head. She hardly noticed when the receptionist had popped into her office and rapped softly on her desk to get her attention. Scarlett blushed furiously, hoping her thoughts weren’t as evident as the now wet patch on her panties.

  “Umm, Ms. McMillan,” the woman said tentatively as Scarlett tried to recover from the quick flush that had spread across her face and chest. The receptionist was young and cute with trendy eyeglasses and a pair of leather stiletto boots that not even Scarlett dared to walk around in at the office. “There’s someone here to see you.”

  Scarlett stood up with interest, trying to peek out into the lobby to get an idea of who it could be. Part of her was hoping it would be Charles with flowers or something romantic like that but quickly pushed the thought from her head. If Charles ever dared to show up at the law offices with flowers for her, she was sure her bosses would stop to wonder why. The last thing she needed them knowing was that she was fucking her Psychiatrist. Instead, Scarlett saw a different man waiting for her. A man with dark hair and familiar eyes holding her favorite brand of chocolates in his hand. A man she had hoped she wouldn’t have to see ever again. She narrowed her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. What the hell was he doing here?