Revelation: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series)

by Lynn, Rebecca

  “That’s fair. As soon as everything is up and running, I’ll let you know and you can pop in on one of them. Starting in October, it looks like it will be every Friday the last period of the day. Probably around 2pm. I’ve already talked to Mr. Mitchell about the program and told him I may be asking some guys from work to be a part of it. He’s aware that some people might be taking late lunch hours to do the volunteer work and he’s fine with it. In fact, he’s been very supportive.”

  “That’s good. Okay. Like I said, I’ll think about it.” He looked like he was about to say more, but her intercom interrupted them.

  “Um, excuse me. Emily?” It was Terrence, the paralegal who Emily shared with two other lawyers on the floor. His desk was outside her area and he usually screened her calls as well as the other attorneys he assisted.

  “Hi, Terrence. What’s up?”

  “You have a delivery, but it’s a little too big for me to bring in.” His voice had a smile in it.

  Dread and anticipation ran down her spine, knowing full well that this may very well be the retribution she’d been wondering about.

  “Excuse me for a sec, Ollie. I’ll be right back.” She let out a sigh and began to prepare herself as she walked to her door.

  Standing in the waiting area was a man dressed as a cop with a bouquet of yellow and red sunflowers as well as a CD player. It was very obvious he was in costume. Dear Lord. Had he ordered a stripper? She would kill him, slowly. She walked over to the man just as he looked up and smiled.

  “Are you Emily White?”

  “That depends,” she said drolly.

  He chuckled. “You’re exactly as he said you’d be.”

  “You’re here to deliver a message, I presume?”

  Office workers had already begun to gather to see what all of the hub-bub was about and Ollie stood in her doorway. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Joe Mitchell, one of the partners came out of his office. All smiles.

  “What’s this? Are we gonna have some entertainment this afternoon?” he laughed.

  The cop leaned forward and spoke quietly. “I was told that you could seriously hurt me, but Detective Callahan said that you needed to suck it up and take it like a man. And not to hurt me.” He smiled sheepishly. “He also said that I needed to,” he cleared his throat, “um, cuff you to the chair.”

  She nodded. “I’m sure he did. Do you want to keep your hands?”

  “Yes, please. He said not to be a spoilsport.”

  “Of course he did,” she grumbled. “Let’s just get this over with, okay?” She lifted her voice to speak to Terrence, “And Terrence, if one article of clothing comes off, call security.”

  “No way!” This yell came from Mr. Mitchell, her openly gay boss who was middle aged and in excellent shape. “We haven’t had this much fun in years, White!”

  She groaned and sat down, prepared to take whatever was planned.

  “I’m not a stripper,” the cop laughed. “I’m here to sing you a message from one Detective Callahan. You see everyone, apparently Miss White has been a very bad girl and the detective says she needs to be cuffed and given her punishment.

  Whoops and hollers came from her co-workers, especially those of the female persuasion.

  An embarrassed smile played on Emily’s lips as she sat in a chair that Terrence wheeled over. He was having a grand old time as they all were. The cop leaned over and cuffed her hands behind her back as he whispered, “Thank you for not killing me.”

  “The day isn’t over yet.”

  “Oh, God –”

  “Relax, sweet cheeks. You’re not the one I’m gonna kill.”

  He laughed in relief and reached back to the neighboring desk and hit a button on the portable CD player he brought with him. The room was immediately filled with old school Michael Jackson.

  The Way You Make Me Feel began playing while the police officer gyrated around her then began singing: Hey pretty baby with the high heels on, you give me fever like I’ve never ever known. You’re just a product of loveliness, I like the groove of your walk, your talk, your dress. I feel your fever from miles around, I’ll pick you up in my bike and we’ll paint the town. Just kiss me baby and tell me twice, that you’re the one for me.

  The whole office was woo-hooing, clapping, dancing, and singing along with the chorus while Emily tried to duck her head. Knowing the song well, she noted the slight change to the words, ‘car’ to ‘bike’.

  It was such a shame, she thought dryly. She really liked having sex with him. Too bad he was going to be dead soon.

  The way you make me feel...You really turn me on...You knock me offa my feet now, baby...My lonely days are gone...

  Emily sighed through the experience, feeling a whole range of emotions: giddy, embarrassed, aroused, annoyed. But the one that snuck up on her unexpectedly was…happy. Where that emotion came from, she’d never know, but she felt a bubbling laughter come up from her gut as she let out what could only be described as a giggle. She never giggled.

  She was a disciplined hard working attorney, known for her sarcasm and dry wit. She volunteered, she trained in Krav Maga, she worked hard, and she was a serious minded woman. But there was something about the detective. Other than her family and closest friends, he was the only one who asked her inner self to come out and play. She didn’t usually inspire that feeling in people.

  The detective was just so over the top that as much as she hated to admit it, her aunt was right: She’d have a lot of fun with him.

  Before the final chorus, she smirked as the cop sang: I swear I’m keeping you satisfied, ’cause you’re the one for me…

  She endured the final chorus, the gyrating hips in front of her face and the transformation of a law office into a dance club. When the singing telegram was finally over, the office floor erupted into yells, laughter, and applause. Once she was uncuffed from the chair, the cop kneeled in front of her and the noise died down as they prepared for what looked like the second act.

  She groaned as he took out a piece of paper from his back pocket and cleared his throat to read.

  “Detective Callahan, your Big Papa Pookie Bear, would like to wish a very Happy Anniversary to his Gorgeous Counselor, his Ginger Cookie, his Gumdrop Cutie pie –”

  She put up her hand with a wince. “Okay, we get it. Thanks,” she said, noting all of the GC combinations that were used. “Let me go grab a tip for you so you can be on your way.”

  “That’s all been taken care of,” he smiled.

  “Your anniversary? I didn’t know it was your anniversary! For what? None of us even knew you were dating anyone!” Terrence yelled. “Especially not a Big Papa Pookie Bear. You sneaky little Ginger Cookie. You are a bad girl!” he laughed.

  “I have a card for you. He asked me to give it to you.” The cop got up and retrieved it along with the bouquet of sunflowers from the desk where the CD player was and handed them to her with a bow, still speaking on behalf of the detective. “To many more perfect weekends like this past one.”

  “What did you do to him this weekend, Gumdrop Cutie pie? We want details!”

  With that, the performer took his bow in front of the group and accepted photos with some of the female employees who were still laughing over the last ten minutes.

  Visions of murder floated through her head as she plastered a smile on her face and wondered where she could hide the body.

  “Thanks for the entertainment this afternoon, Emily. I think it’s safe to say this stodgy old law firm hasn’t seen this much fun in, well, ever.” Joe Mitchell had a huge grin on his face. “And we’re all looking forward to meeting this Detective Callahan. Or should we call him Big Papa Pookie Bear?”

  “He is so dead,” she muttered.

  Joe threw his head back and gut laughed. “Why do I get the feeling that he would look forward to being maimed by you?”

  “Because he’s a sick twisted man.”

  “Maybe that’s just what you need,” he chuckled. “He see
ms to be the yin to your yang. I for one can’t wait to meet him.”

  “I’m sure with my luck he’ll show up unexpectedly one of these days,” she muttered.

  “I’ll look forward to it,” he laughed again.

  She made a beeline to her office only to be intercepted by Ollie, who was still standing in her doorway.

  “That was the guy from the art showing a few weeks ago, right?”

  “Yeah,” she cleared her throat.

  “You should’ve told me you were seeing someone. I could tell there was something going on between you two, but since he had a date with him, I assumed –”

  “We weren’t seeing each other. We’re not seeing each other. This was just his idea of a joke.”

  “Well, I may not be the most experienced of men, but any guy who goes to this length to play a joke on a woman has to have some kind of interest, I would think,” Ollie mumbled, looking embarrassed. He was such an awkward guy. Sweet, but awkward.

  “Well, anyway,” she began, eager to lock herself in her office and get away from the snickering and gawking, “thanks for considering the program. We’ll talk more later, okay?”

  “Yeah. See ya,” he said with a forced smile and walked away.

  She sighed then walked into her office and closed the door.

  He had gotten her sunflowers, and they were beautiful. Either he was a psychic or she had Aunt April to thank for passing along that information. Sunflowers had been her favorite flower for as long as she could remember.

  She looked at the card in her hand. After placing the bundle of flowers on her desk, she tore open the envelope.

  GC-

  I hope you enjoyed my present. I trust you didn’t hurt Bernard too much. He was a little nervous this morning when I warned him about you, but I assured him I’d pay for the hospital bills if necessary.

  As you can see, I disentangled myself from the web in which you left me last night. Or should I say, Lacey did. By the way, you’re his new hero. He has yet to stop laughing and is dying for you to meet his wife.

  P.S. My sheets smell like you. I still have a hard on. Maybe when you thank me in person for the present we can take care of that.

  -Big Papa Pookie Bear

  She bit her lip and tried not to smile while she grabbed her phone. As she scrolled through and found his number to text him, she hesitated. No. She wouldn’t text him. She would wait. She didn’t want to appear needy. Hadn’t he just last night paid her a back handed compliment by claiming that he was glad she wasn’t needy?

  She put the phone back on her desk. The man didn’t want that response and she certainly didn’t want to come across that way. No. She’d wait. She had a buttload of paperwork due by the end of the week to keep her distracted and she would have to send him an email along with the other guys to give them the details for Saturday anyway. She’d just see him then.

  And thank him in person.

  Chapter 9

  Friday came quickly. Emily had been swamped with a case she’d been working on and thankfully most of her paperwork was almost complete. At 4pm, she spoke with Joe Mitchell who told her to leave, that she’d put in enough hours for the week. She sighed contentedly over the finished pile on her desk. She’d been pulling 12-14 hours days since Tuesday night and was thrilled to sit back and take a breather.

  She hadn’t received any correspondence from Mike. She looked at the sunflowers in the vase on her desk and tried not to overanalyze it. But now that she had a moment to think about him, she couldn’t wait to see him in the morning, which reminded her that she needed to email all of the guys about the training. She pulled up her Gmail account and started typing.

  Once she’d put down all of the pertinent information about time, location, and what to expect for the two hour training, she ended the email. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She tossed around the idea of putting a little private joke in there to the detective, but at the last minute decided against it and sent it out as is.

  She spent the next half hour cleaning up the office, reorganizing her desk to have it ready for Monday, then shutting everything down. She’d let Terrence leave 15 minutes earlier since he’d been such a trouper all week, working late with the attorneys on the floor. He’d left her office door open and she could see that no one was there, everyone having left early for the weekend.

  Mitchell was a great boss. He was always conscientious about giving his employees time off especially after they worked long cases.

  She moved around her desk then bent over to switch off the lamp, casting her office into semi darkness. The late afternoon sunlight from her window and the dimmed lights from the hallway outside her area were the only illumination.

  She noticed a shift in the shadows and heard the click of the door with the lock being thrown behind her. The room was plunged into darkness.

  “Don’t move, Counselor. Stay exactly where you are.”

  She was currently bent over the desk with her ass in the air from turning off the desk lamp. The detective’s voice caused a chill to run down her spine. She’d missed the sound of that voice.

  He came up behind her and planted his hands on either side of her on the desk, his front rubbing intimately against her back.

  “I think you may need to be frisked and read your rights.”

  She reached her right hand back and grabbed his cock which was hard beneath what felt like dress slacks. It appeared the detective was in a suit.

  “Mmm,” he murmured and pushed into her hand. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, nuzzling her ear. “I was afraid you were mad at me, but it feels like I’m forgiven.” He continued pushing into her hand.

  She squeezed him harder and held on.

  “Umm,” he gritted out from behind clenched teeth. “I am forgiven, right?”

  She smiled, releasing some of the pressure. “What brings you by my neck of the woods, Detective?” she purred, beginning to stroke him.

  “I missed you,” he repeated. “It’s been a hell of a week.” He buried his face in her neck. “I never heard from you after my present. And since I was in court today, I thought I’d swing by.”

  “I’ve been busy this week, too. And although I’m a crazy bitch, I’ve been told I’m not a ‘needy’ one. I figured you weren’t expecting me to call. And I thought it more appropriate that I thank you in person for the present.” She wasn’t sure why she’d told him all that. All she knew was she was feeling vulnerable and extremely happy that he was there with her.

  “I must be the needy one then, because that’s exactly why I wanted to hear from you,” he pouted. “How much trouble am I in, Em?” He nipped at her neck.

  “Apparently we had an anniversary I didn’t know about, Detective. What were we supposed to be celebrating?” she said, ignoring his question.

  “It was my first day of surviving you,” he chuckled.

  “Ah. That is indeed an accomplishment.”

  “You liked the flowers.” He’d obviously seen the vase on her desk. She’d unintentionally shown him a bit of her heart by keeping them and having them on display. Dammit.

  “You knew I would.”

  “April proved to be very helpful at the barbeque.”

  “I’m sure she did,” Emily murmured as he moved his hand from the desk and reached down behind her, lighting her up with a stroke of his hand. It moved from the inside of her knee to her inner thigh under her pencil skirt, which was no easy task considering how tight it was.

  She let out a long breathy sound as his hand stroked up and down one more time, bringing the fabric of her skirt with him.

  “Did you like the song I chose?” he whispered. He continued stroking causing her muscles to turn to mush.

  “Bernard did a fine job,” she said trying to remain focused. She’d secretly loved his choice of song. Thinking of him saying those words to her caused her to smile many times over the last week. “All of his gyrating caused quite a frenzy. Especially when his crotch was in front of my face
,” she added dryly.

  “You liked that?” His hand stilled momentarily.

  “My female officemates sure did.”

  He continued his hand’s movement again and this time allowed it to go a little higher, stopping at the edge of her panties where her inner thigh met her very wet skin. Her skirt was now high up on her thighs. He moved his hand around her outer thigh so he was now touching her from the front.

  “But how about you? Did you like it?”

  “He was quite endowed,” she teased.

  His fingers slipped under her panties then inside her.

  “Is there a reason you’re not answering my questions?”

  She sighed as two of his fingers plunged inside her then spread the wetness onto her clit. “Just giving you a taste of your own medicine,” she said distractedly, her breath hitching. “You never answer my questions.”

  “Whattaya wanna ask me?” He continued his fingers’ movements, this time making his thumb create tiny circles all along her clit, now slick with her arousal. He leaned forward and bit just below her earlobe.

  “I can’t think of anything at the moment.” She moved her hips grinding into his hand.

  “I wish I was inside you right now. I’ve been thinking about it all week.”

  “What’s stopping you?” she asked, basically telling him to fuck her in her office, face down on her desk.

  “I wanna make you lose it first,” he said, just as he pressed against her G-spot with his magic fingers. She gasped. She was dripping wet. He was sliding in and out, all around her. She moved her hand from his cock and planted her palms firmly on the desk, grinding into his hand just as he leaned onto her back rubbing himself into her ass.

  “Come for me. Right here so that you’ll think of it every day you’re sitting at your desk.” He was nibbling on her neck, taking light bites just below her ear. “Mmm, your smell. It’s all over my apartment…hard as a rock all week,” he murmured. “Come on, Em,” he continued whispering. “Gimme one, right here.”

  She loved it when he said her name and she was absolutely beyond all scope of reason as his hand pumped more forcefully, demanding her climax. She moved even faster into his hand as her head dropped down and a small groan escaped her lips.