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Xavier was all too ready to show her just how lucky she was that their paths had crossed tonight. He was eager to ravish her body with his hands and mouth. To figure out what made her squirm, moan and cry out. Not to mention he was looking forward to test her stamina and dedication in bed. All joking around aside, he truly loved burying himself in a woman such as herself. In this town where his work and his sister was all he had, he needed a healthy distraction and outlet for all that pent up energy he accumulated over the week. "Fair enough, and perhaps enough said." he noted with a wry smile, figuring that was where the topic was best left behind. "Oh I do love. You'd be amazed." was all he retorted with.

At this point in their encounter he was far too wrapped up in the feel of her to consider any deeper conversation. Besides, he had no doubt her patience was waning just as his was. Especially as his fingers located her moist slit. Warm, deliciously damp and itching to be touched. The taste of her was good, the smell even better. As his lips toyed with the skin of her throat, feeling her pulse hammer away underneath, Xavier wondered if she would stop him or encourage him. Fondling in public was not for everyone. Her previously hooded clit was now peeking out, swelling under his expert touch. He could feel her getting wetter, slicker, and had it not been for wanting to keep her needy, he would gladly have continued. He had every intention of doing so the second he got her inside the car. "Mmmh yes that would be a hassle. I'd rather work you up. Get you all ready for me." he husked back with a small but sly grin. The second her taste bloomed in his mouth, Xavier struggled not to groan at the sweet taste. God he wanted more. Pulling her with him, he walked them swiftly to his waiting car, nodding to his driver to drive them home before opening the door for her and waiting for her to slide inside. Once she had, he followed, ignoring any safety as he tugged her onto his lap and spread his own legs to effectively spread hers for easier access. Rather quickly, his hand slid back into her panties and his fingers thrust inside her slick channel as his thumb circled and pressed on her clit. "Are you going to be a good girl and cum all over my fingers Celine?" He husked, his lips hovering in front of hers before claiming them in a passionate but also hungry kiss.

Truthfully, Celine was completely sure that the joke about the plaque was just that. A joke. There was no way this man, this handsome man who was only flirting with her to end up with her in bed, would actually follow through with any other communication in the days after. Nor did he know where she lived. So Celine was more than happy to joke, because she did not believe he would actually do it. "Let's just say there's a reason I never went into anything in the health field." Celine laughed, looking up at him with a smile now on her lips once more. "I'm sure you know all about binding contracts..." Celine whispered, her retorts coming less and less now with him as close as he was. And as soon as his fingers creeped up past her hemline and crossed the threshold of her panties, most other words died on her tongue. Her brain froze, only able to focus on the feeling of him. Of his mouth on her jaw and neck. His thumb expertly rubbing circles against her clit. "Fuck." She moaned, her eyes closing and Celine couldn't help herself from giving herself over to him completely. He was singing some siren song with his touches and she was lost to the temptation. "Good.. I'd... I'd hate for you to drive." Then he'd have to stop touching her. Parting her legs more, Celine whimpered in need when he pulled back, his fingers now leaving her empty between her legs. "I need you." Celine admitted, her gaze trapped on him tasting her juices. She moaned, the sight of it singlehandedly one of the most erotic things she had ever witnessed. "Let's go." She agreed, her body falling into his as they left the bar.

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Xavier wasn't all that surprised. There were brats, and then there were BRATS. And Charlie was without a doubt the latter. She wasn't a brat just in behavior, she was one because she enjoyed the response she got to her actions and words. Which was all the more enjoyable for him. Because it meant he would not have to do anything and she would still seek him out and make a whole mess for herself and then they could both have fun when he doled out the discipline she so clearly needed and without a doubt wanted from him. "Bad girls do not get to cum." he reminded her, his tone colored with a certain sense of disapproval but also a quiet satisfaction. This was just the kind of stress relief he needed given how his family had been pestering him lately and the increasingly hysterical and desperate clients he was handling with cases they wanted closed before the holidays. Eying her as the moaning, dripping mess she was where she sat, he contemplated how best to punish her. The rude little minx.

When she smirked at him, Xavier couldn't help but laugh deep in his chest as he arched his brows at her. She truly did not know when to stop. Guess she wasn't taking any easier way out of this which most would. Her words made his fingers increase their pressure, momentarily cutting off her airways as he pulled her much smaller, light body close to his own so he could whisper in her ear. "Guess what Charlie? When I am done with you, with abusing this cute, tight little body, you will be wishing you'd apologized." Moving his hand and grip to her hair, allowing her to breathe freely again, Xavier shoved her small frame to the floor as he unzipped his dress pants and tugged down his boxer briefs to free his large cock. "Now I am going to use that filthy mouth for a while. Remember, I do have a ring gag on hand, so if you decide to make this more difficult, your jaw will pay the price." His words heavy with seriousness as he truly did mean what he said. He would not hesitate to use a toy or six if she made him do so. Then he tugged sharply at her hair, positioning her face where he wanted it and the second her mouth was open, he thrust his hips, his cock surging inside her mouth.

Still fully immersed in the effort of her self-pleasure, Charlie had barely heard the turning of the lock. She didn't even registered the sound of the door as Xavier shut it behind him. Just as she had became aware that they were no longer alone in the bathroom by their lonesome, it was too late to offer anything other than a disgruntled whine, as her hands were unceremoniously pulled from her dripping cunt. “Oh please, like the seat of this chair hasn’t seen far worse. You could have at least let me cum first!” Charlie huffed in exasperation, though it wasn’t long before the sounds quickly turned into moans, eyes practically rolling into the back of her head as he sucked every bit of slick from her fingertips. 

As stubborn as she was needy, Charlie was not ready to give up on the prospect of her sexual indulgences just yet. As he pressed his leg to her exposed core, they wasted no time in angling her hips and thrusting against him — an effort that was ultimately short-lived, but not before leaving the fabric of his pants covered in her slick. As he recounted the actions that led up to this moment, a wide smirk spread across her features — a reaction she would surely pay for; sooner rather than later, if Xavier’s latter statement was any indication. But right now, there was nothing she could do to mask her unfiltered amusement at her recent behavior. Some of her best work, in her opinion. “Not apologizing,” she managed with a hand clasped around her throat, offering an ineffectual kick of her feet as he pulled her off the ground. “The only thing I’m sorry about is that I didn’t make a mess of your chair sooner!” 

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He was amused that she was still arguing slightly about the plaque. Maybe she didn't realize how many ways a lawyer could obtain information. Then again, he kind of wanted to let that too be a surprise and see how she might react afterwards. It would be fun to both surprise her and possibly give her a tiny bit of pause as to what kind of man she had gotten involved with. "You'll be amazed at what I can do with the right motivation love." was all he said in response with a wicked grin. She would soon learn how much of a man of his word he was. "Fair enough. Makes you squeamish does it? I can respect that." he nodded a bit, finding her face when her nose wrinkled to be absolutely adorable. "Oh very binding indeed. Much more so than any legal document." he teased back, breathing her subtle perfume in, already itching to have her all to himself in the bedroom. At this point the wait was excruciating and he wanted to get her home to his place as soon as possible. He could tell she was as drunk on his touch as he was intoxicated to keep touching her by the way she leaned into him and the lovely groan he managed to elicit from her. She was so wet for him already.. and he couldn't wait to taste her. Slipping his thumb inside her panties, he used the pad to rub directly on her clit as his lips kept treasuring the skin of her jaw and throat. "My driver is waiting in the car." he husked back in hushed tones, as always prepared for anything. He tortured her needy cunt a few moments longer, relishing her wetness and the supple feel of her against his fingers before he withdrew them and steered her with him towards the door instead. "Lets get going then. I can't wait to get you alone." he admitted, teasingly sucking her juices off his thumb as they moved.

Celine couldn't hide the wide and bright smile on her lips. Not when her head was spinning from the shots they had just taken. Plus, he was charming and the way he smiled at her was infectious, only causing her own smile to grow again. "Ah, but to mail it to me, you'd have to know my address and where I live. Though I do want my plaque." Celine reminded him with a giggle as she wagged her finger teasingly at him. And she never took hookups home, Celine always went with them to their place or a quickie nearby. To her, it was all still a joke, but she would have been thrilled if he did in fact make and send her one. There was something so alluring about a man who would follow through with her little joke. "Yes, but both my parents are still alive and I don't really like the sight of blood." Her nose wrinkled up. "Plus, a pinky promise is very binding, you should know that Mr. Hot Shot Lawyer." Her head was swimming from it all, from the shots, the way he spoke, the closeness of the very attractive man and the way he stared at her like he was ready to tear her clothes off then and there. God she wanted him. Involuntarily she let out a small moan at the way his dark eyes took her in. Celine leaned her cheek into his touch, her lips nipping at his before he pulled away, silently begging him not to stop kissing her or touching her. Again she parted her legs further, his fingers finding her clothed core. Celine groaned louder this time, her hips giving a small involuntary movement begging for more. How wet he would find her to be! And his actions were only making her more wet, now totally infatuated by his touch. "Can you drive?" Celine gasped out, a sharp moan biting into her words. She couldn't in her current state, but maybe he hadn't drank as much as she had tonight. "But yes!" Celine gasped out. "Yes, I want to go home with you." She needed to go home with him actually. Xavier was effecting her beyond what she would have imagined him able to do.

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Her humor and ease was so damn attractive. She was so full of life and laughter, while also being sweet and coy. Xavier found himself wildly intrigued and even curious to learn more about her. So what if he couldn't ever commit to her? He could and decidedly would still enjoy every second in her company. "It will be at your door in two days." He confidently told her, meaning every word. He would have it arranged for when he woke up in the morning. She might think he was only joking or saying what he thought she would like him to, but he was serious. And he hoped she would send him a picture or something of herself with it once she had it. "Yeah! There are lots of serious ways to make a promise. An oath, a blood promise, a handshake, swearing on a parents grave." he listed several, unable not to chuckle at her rebuttal. He'd only made pinky promises with is baby sister, and those he never broke, so in all fairness, she might be onto something. "And I would say self assured. It is alluring." He admitted, eyes still swirling with naughty ideas and deep felt lust. If he didn't have the restraint he did, he would have pulled her into the bathroom with him to have her right then, right there. But he wanted more than a quick fuck with her. His thumb stroked over her warmed cheek, wondering what she was thinking. Seeing as she responded in kind, just as hungry as he felt, it was hard to break away from their searing kiss. He settled for tasting her skin, as his fingers sliding up beneath her dress now that she had given him the go ahead. Nails teasing the soft skin of her inner thighs, while the palm of his left hand pressed against her clothed core, griding down a bit, his wrist moving in small circles which she would be sure to feel. "My car is right outside. I'm ready to go. How about you?" he whispered in her ear again, nipping at her earlobe and tracing the shell of her outer ear with his tongue.

Celine, while joking, had been a bit serious about wanting the plaque from him. It'd look nice on her desk at work, and it would give her something to remember this stupidly handsome and charming British man by. "I'll hold you to that." She grinned up at him, but couldn't deny the surge of excitement that flowed through her. Even if he was only being a charming man and just telling her what she wanted to hear. Maybe he did think this was only a joke. "Girlish?" She laughed. "Now I take offense to that. This is very serious business and therefore needed a very serious way to seal the deal. You can't break a pinky promise, you know." Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she stared at the man, feeling the effects of the alcohol. But he still locked his pinky with hers and shook. She could only grin in response. "Some would call me opinionated." She laughed. With him looking at her like that, Celine could imagine them getting closer. She could imagine those lips on her body. Maybe how he would sound in bed. Oh, yes, her thoughts were taking a very naughty turn with the way he was looking at her. Celine felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she blushed. That feeling didn't leave when he won and his words dripped with a double meaning. "Xavier." She repeated his name, her own lips brushing against his before he captured her lips in a kiss. She felt breathless as his lips collided with hers, her own movements turning hungry as a spark ran through her. She closed her eyes, chills running up her spine when his one hand scraped against the edge of her white dress, silently asking for permission to move up. She gave it, her legs parting slightly as she kissed him back eagerly. When he finally gave her a chance to come up for air, she was grateful he only kissed up her jawline, leaving a heated trail in his path. "I'd like that a lot." She whispered, her chest heaving slightly.

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It had been a while since his firm had handled a large court case, and the pause had made them a little rusty. Which Xavier could not tolerate. They had to pull together and use some overtime to make sure every part of this case, all the testemonies, evidence and depositions had been carefully gone over, checked for facts and filed correctly for the prosecutor. Usually he would handle the case personally, but because of its size and connection to the state pressing charges, they had been working with the county on this. And the state had appointed their own prosecutor. For hours he had been going over documents, pictures and tape recordings. It was tedious, and his mind was looking for any excuse to take a break.

And yet, the most amusing sport in the world was to watch Charlie work herself wet and silly by trying to get his attention. She was getting brazen tonight. Probably just as bored as he was with work and wanting some action. But he knew that if he held out just a little longer, she would tilt. And when she tilted, he would have a blast reprimanding her before giving them both the pleasure they both craved. His dark chocolate hues shot to her eventually, as she both dared to throw her expensive shoes at him, and fuck up his desk. Steel gathered there in response to her actions. He'd expected her to yell at him or at least speak. But when she flew into his bathroom instead, he tilted his head before slowly rising from his chair and sauntering over to the door, listening in. Once he heard her moan, he knew he had to act. The little minx was getting herself off, in his bathroom, without permission.. Naughty did not even begin to describe it.

Pulling out his master key, he easily and swiftly unlocked the bathroom door and opened it to step inside. He then closed and locked the door behind him, his fingers on auto pilot as his eyes took in the sight of his bratty girl, in his expensive barbers chair, dripping all over the fine leather. Given that she was so absorbed in her own actions, he wasted no time crossing the floor to her and yanking her fingers from her aching cunt. Holding her hand by the wrist, he brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. With determination, he placed his leg between her thighs, his knee cap pressing against her soaked slit, as his hand let hers go but moved to her throat. "Making a scene. Throwing pumps at me. Locking yourself in my bathroom. And attempting to cum all over my chair.. You really do ache for a spanking don't you Miss Haugen?" he asked in a calm, but also rather frosty tone. Making sure to apply pressure on her windpipe, enough that it was uncomfortable but not so much that she wouldn't be able to breathe, he slowly pulled her to her feet. "You get one chance to apologize, before I dole out your punishment. How do you plead?"

Another long day had turned into another late evening at the office, though this was hardly uncommon in Charlie’s line of work. Tedious and mind-numbing at times, but entirely common, all the same. As far as she could tell, it appeared tonight would be much of the same, though that hardly meant she couldn’t attempt to enjoy herself in the process. 

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Initially, Charlie had hoped Xavier would join her in the fun, so she started with all of her usual tricks: lingering in his doorway, staring him down with a tilted head, unbuttoning her blouse until her torso and braless chest were exposed. But nothing had the effect she had intended; he barely even stirred when she let out a sharp, heated breath. Intentional on his part, no doubt, but she had neither the patience nor predisposition to pretend she wasn’t hot and completed bothered by this series of unexpected events. If he wasn’t going to indulge her… fine. She was simply going to have to indulge herself. 

Removing her shoes — designer black pumps that Xavier had gifted her — Charlie promptly aimed them towards his head, brushing all of his immaculately-sorted paperwork onto the floor as she stomped past, before ultimately walking into his bathroom and slamming the door shut. As expected, no measurable response from him, as far as she could tell. Good. Fine. Great! If he wanted to play that game, she could too.

Sitting down in a nearby chair, she wasted no time before spreading her legs, fingers quickly finding their way through lace fabric, one that had already been dripping wet before she began massaging her clit. It all quickly became a blur; an eye-rolling, back-arching, moan-inducing blur. She did hear a set of footsteps and a clanging of keys but Charlie couldn’t have cared less. Not even about the condition his favorite chair would be in once she came all over it, knowing full well it was off-limits to her. This was her time now.  

“Go away! I’m busy ! I’m… nggggh, oh fuck…I’M BUSY!”