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Holistic Heat
Elements of Danger, Book 2
Willa Brooks
Copyright © 2022 by Willa Brooks
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Cover by Willa Brooks
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ISBN: 978-1-7778432-3-6
For Ms. Rain, my first grade assistant teacher, who told me that my name appeared in lots of romance novels.
Contents
Chapter 1
Charlie
Chapter 2
Carol Lynne
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Charlie
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Carol Lynne
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Charlie
Chapter 10
Carol Lynne
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Charlie
Chapter 13
Carol Lynne
Chapter 14
Charlie
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Carol Lynne
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Charlie
Chapter 22
Carol Lynne
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Charlie
Chapter 25
Carol Lynne
Chapter 26
Charlie
Chapter 27
Carol Lynne
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Charlie
Chapter 33
Carol Lynne
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Charlie
Chapter 42
Carol Lynne
Chapter 43
Epilogue
Timberwolf
(excerpt from Timberwolf, Chapter 1
Afterword
Also by Willa Brooks
Chapter 1
Charlie
The clock display on my desk read 4:45 p.m. Perfect. The lawyers were about to leave for the weekend. I grabbed my phone, unlocked it and scrolled through my contacts. Then I sent a text to the only woman who could help me.
Charlie Stevenson: Overtime?
Amberly Davidson: Ok :)
I smiled, turned off my phone, and tried to focus on a legal pad filled with facts for this confusing case. But I couldn’t wrap my head around it because it swam as it usually did at the end of the workweek.
After Amberly and I worked overtime, my mind will be clear enough to get some work done.
I twirled the pen through my fingers while staring down at my scribbling on the legal pad. But nothing came. This damned case was air-tight.
The black, leather office chair creaked when I got up, walked over to the window, and stared out at the glass building across the street.
It was close enough to see what happened inside. I found it entertaining and enlightening to watch people in their natural habitat when they didn’t realize it.
Thank God for fluorescent lighting.
A gentle knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.
"Come in," I said with a wide grin.
Amberly Davidson, our receptionist, timidly came in, closed the door, and turned the lock on the doorknob.
It surprised me that she was still shy. Most women in her position would have been sure of themselves by now, but not her.
The buxom redhead walked in wearing a black shirt that molded to her mouth-watering tits. Her red skirt showcased her rounded ass, and I would bet my life that she wore a thong.
No panty lines.
Her black bag hung on her shoulder. She wore a cute, messy ponytail that she reached behind her head and pulled out the elastic. Then, she put both hands in her hair and shook it. The action caused her massive tits to bounce.
Nice.
She walked into my office bathroom and shut the door.
I headed over to my desk, opened the locked bottom drawer with my key, and wrestled a condom out from the box I hid under a stack of reference books.
Tossing it across the room, it landed on the couch by the window. I'd always handled condoms.
One of Dad's pearls of wisdom he passed as soon as I started dating.
Never trusted women enough not to poke a hole in them.
In fact, he said it so much that I wondered if that was how my mother became pregnant with me. Maybe that was why Dad felt obligated to marry her. I wouldn't put condom tampering past her because that woman was a Class A gold digger.
Not that I could see Amberly doing anything like that, but still, when so much money was at play, you couldn't tell.
Even though Amberly was sweet and would make a great mom someday, I don't want that kind of commitment. So I'd casually suggested she go on birth control pills.
Unbuttoning my white shirt, I took it off, and carefully set it on the back of my chair so that it wouldn't crease, then did the same with my tanned pants. With lightning speed, I stripped out of the rest of my clothes.
Amberly opened the bathroom door. She wore the lilac, silk one-piece lingerie I bought her.
Her plump, round tits pushed the fabric to its limits. Amberly’s nipples were taut and looked as though they would pierce the silk. Her deep-red, shoulder-length hair cascaded around her shoulders.
She sashayed to the couch. I glued my eyes to her big beautiful ass as she moved. She knelt on the sofa and leaned over the back, staring out the window as she’d done every time we were together.
It struck what it meant that she wore lingerie. She had been expecting this.
I frowned. Shit, I was becoming predictable.
Shoving that thought out of my head, I walked up behind her and pressed my body against her back.
"Care to play?" I whispered in her ear, starting our role-play.
"Yes, boss." Her voice, breathy.
"Been thinking about me all day, haven't you?" My dick hardened as I ground it along her ass crack.
"Yes, boss," she replied.
I pulled away from her and ran my hands up and down her smooth ass, then slapped one cheek, then the other. Running my fingers between her legs, I cupped her pussy and massaged her clit through the fabric. She threw her head back and moaned.
"Shh," I whispered in her ear.
I removed my fingers and ran both hands up her arms to the shoulder straps. Then I moved them off, peeled the fabric away from her tits, and filled my hands with them. Their heaviness made me gasp and ground deeper into her ass crack.
The redhead moaned and gyrated on my cock. Her day-old perfume’s light floral scent filled my nose.
One of my hands covered her breasts while the other trailed down her torso, then lower to play with her clit through the silk fabric.
Her ass rubbed against my cock like she was begging for more.
I whispered in her ear, "You ready for me, sweetheart?"
Amberly nodded and continued to grind.
I whispered, "You promise to fuck me real good?"
She nodded again.
"Are you gonna feed me these jugs while bouncing up and down on my cock?"
Amberly moaned that time.
Satisfied I'd gotten her wet enough to slide in quickly, I grabbed the condom and ripped open the wrapper. Taking out the rubber, I fitted it on the tip of my dick and rolled it down.
Sitting down on the black leather couch, the material squeaked under my weight.
Amberly threw a leg over my lap, straddling me.
I moved the crotch of the panties to the side and positioned my dick at her entrance.
Amberly grabbed my shoulders and slid down easily. We gasped.
She moved up and down slowly while I fastened my eyes on her tits. As she picked up speed, her tits bounced.
Unable to hold myself back, I took one into my mouth, sucking and flicking her nipple with my tongue. Then I moved to the other side to give it attention.
Amberly moved harder, and I swallowed a growl as the ache in my groin intensified.
I squeezed her ass cheeks and powered up, so my tip tapped the back of her.
Amberly's fingers nails dug into my shoulders. Their bite fueled me on. She gasped with each thrust.
I moved harder and faster.
Her tightness made my eyes roll back.
My. Fucking. God!
Amberly matched my speed, and her pussy clenched around my shaft. It took a garg antuan effort not to lose it right there. My body and mind fought against the impending rush. My balls tightened in response.
I moved faster while she tensed. Her body seized while her pussy pulsated.
I drove for a few more strokes until I let go, allowing the storm to rage. My feral growl caught in my throat.
We stilled, catching our breaths.
Amberly kissed my neck then got up. She went to the bathroom and locked the door. Muffled sounds of the zipper, the crinkling of plastic, and the tap from the sink, came from inside.
Rushing back to my desk, I grabbed a few tissues, took the condom off, then tossed it in the trash. Pulling open the bottom drawer, I grabbed the bottle of hand sanitizer and squirted some in my palm, and rubbed my hands.
I snatched hand wipes and ran them along my body, trying to remove the scent of Amberly.
Then I dressed as quickly as possible while making sure my clothes looked unruffled.
Glancing over the notes, one fact caught my attention when Amberly opened the bathroom door.
"Bye Charlie, have a good weekend."
Preoccupied, I answered, "See ya."
She hesitated by the door before she quietly slipped out.
Five minutes later, someone knocked.
Dad came in without being invited and stood by the entrance with his hand on the knob. He wore his usual white button-down shirt with red suspenders attached to his black pants. His curly, dark brown hair sat like a heap on his head while the sides were trimmed close. He resembled that nerdy singer from the '50s. Maybe it was his black-framed glasses that stamped it.
Way different from my brown hair and muscular build. Bri and I had the same hair color and took after our mother in that respect. Though I wish I were taller like my father.
"Any luck yet?" He referred to the case I was working on.
"No, not yet. I think we may have to find a way to settle. They won't be able to get around the new privacy laws. Up until now, the data brokers had a free for all." I answered my dad.
He raised his eyebrows. With his hands in his pockets, he stood on the balls of his feet when he got excited. "Those laws aren't retroactive. The key to winning this case is time. Find out when the info was sold. If it falls within the ninety-day window of when the law was passed, we still have a case."
I nodded at him, "Thanks, Dad." My tone was calm despite my clenched fists. I wanted to punch a hole through the fucking wall. Of course, I should have looked at the time window. What the fuck was I thinking?
He smiled at me and said, "Have a nice weekend," and closed the door.
I leaned back in my chair, looked up at the ceiling, and squeezed my eyes shut. My fists were pressed to my forehead. I hated looking like I just graduated from law school in front of him. I fucking hated it.
Chapter 2
Carol Lynne
The first thing I did when I got home from work—or as people on the commune called it, "the rat race," was take off my gold chain link necklace, bracelet, and earrings.
The thump of the jewelry box slamming shut gave a strong sense of satisfaction because they were more like dog tags than decorative. Sometimes, I wore my Buddha beads but not this evening because my neck was already damp with sweat.
The red cotton briefs and a white cami would suffice since it was rare that people came over.
Since my best friend, Sarah, came by less frequently—well, rarely, I'd taken a shine to being half-naked. People thought because I'd grown up in a commune, or as we called it, an intentional community, I'd be okay with being naked. But it wasn't anything like that. Besides, who in their right mind did farm work naked?
Pulling out the elastic that held my blonde hair in a clean ponytail, I flipped it over, gathered it, and retied it into a messy top bun.
Not wanting to cook after my shitty day, I opened my freezer door to make a selection from the variety of frozen organic meals. My kitchenette comprised of a small fridge, a stove, and a sink that occupied the space of the back wall. It looked like it was part of the living room.
The phone binged with a notification of an incoming text. I closed the freezer and went to the table beside my patchwork couch to see who it was.
Charlie High Falutin' Stevenson: Can I come over? I'm feeling sort of down.
Carol Lynne Miller: No. Sorry, My day was fucked up. And I don't feel like having company right now.
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There was a knock on my door. I rolled my eyes. Sheesh, this man took liberties whenever he wanted. There went arrogance for ya.
"Hold your horses!" I shouted at the door, then ran into my bedroom, grabbed a pair of tanned shorts from my dresser drawer, and slid it on.
I hurried out of the room, buttoning and zipping up my shorts along the way. After turning the locks, I pulled open the door to a hulking Charlie.
He stood there in brown aviator glasses, a white shirt, and tanned slacks. His hair was shorter since the last time he was here, but his beard was still scruffy.
My heart fluttered, and I promptly squashed it. Having feelings for this man was dangerous. Sure, we slept together a few times. My reactions towards him were nothing more than a memory of a great orgasm. It wasn't like I was looking for a commitment, nor would he offer one.
"Come in and tell me about your shitty day, but you'll have to hear about mine. You're warned," I narrowed my eyes.
Charlie walked in with a faint smile on his square face. That jaw made him look like a sexy Neanderthal.
"You didn't have to rush to get dressed. I've seen you naked, remember?"
Oh, I remember. Trust me. And I tried to forget it but can't. But I won't caress the ego of this arrogant prick, so I rolled my eyes, deliberately dismissing his question. After we had sex the first time, he was weird afterward—typing on his phone and writing notes in his book. Not gonna lie, it hurt my feelings, so I kicked him out of my apartment.
When he talked me into it the second time, I knew what to expect and told him that he had to leave immediately after. He was too good to refuse, and as much as it pained to admit, I needed physical contact. Needless to say, he was shocked, and frankly, I was surprised he accepted my terms. That was the second time we hooked up.
I was holding out for Mr. Right, but at this rate, I seriously doubted he existed. Perhaps all we could hope for was Mr. Right now. Charlie.
As he walked by, there was a red stain on his neck.
"Are you bleeding?" I called out and turned his collar down for a closer inspection.
Charlie's expression morphed from curious to sheepish. "Naw, that was from my girl."
His girl? Since when did he have a girl?
I froze, the fire of humiliation engulfed my body. I cleared my throat, readjusted his collar, and said, "Sorry. I should've minded my own business." I scooted away and led him to the patchwork couch, feeling like I'd been slapped.
While we settled, I hugged my red mandala toss pillow and tried to breathe past the pain in my tight throat. If he aired what was on his mind, he could leave, and I'd finally put this shitty day to rest.
"So, what's up?" I prompted, wanting him to get this over with.
"I had a case that I couldn't find a way around except to offer a settlement. Dad figured out a loophole in like two seconds. I'm paranoid that he'll look down on me, and I may lose my good standing as someone he'll pass the company to."
"You think he'd look down on you because he offered you a suggestion? If that's all it takes to look down on a person, then—"
"Look, he's a good man, but he wants me to earn the company," Charlie cut in.
