The Devil Wears a Pinstriped Suit

Chapter Seven

Well, it’s seven o’clock and I was in the office bright and early. Of course, I was twenty-four hours behind, but whose counting? I tamed the beast that was Carter when I got back in after dropping Kenshin off yesterday.. I explained Kenshin and I ate at the same place and got a touch of food poisoning. He reluctantly accepted my excuse, noting that in all my years of service, I have never skipped out on work. I left a message on Kenshin’s cell so he would know of the alibi.

Speaking of Kenshin, where was he? Quite often he was here before I, sorting through these files. We had to finalize opening arguments and start pulling our witnesses in town. I leaned back in my chain and tapped my pencil against my desk like a nervous school girl. Did he end up regretting what he did? Did his wife find out? Would he end up blaming me for what happened?

“What has you so lost in thought,” I heard, jogging me from my thoughts. My eyes darted to the door. It was

Kenshin. He had a bright smile on his face. I guess that answered my questions.

“I was wondering where my partner was when we still had so much work to do,” I said, placing the pencil down and getting up to greet him. To my surprise, as soon as I got in range, he pulled me close to him with one arm and kissed me passionately. It took me a brief moment to realize what was happening and when I did, I thought I was going to float away. Then, just as suddenly as he kissed me, I was released and given a wink. I inhaled deeply, trying desperately to compose myself.

“Don’t worry about all of that. I made some calls at home. The witnesses are secure and if you check your email, I already started the first draft of the opening,” he said. I nodded my head in approval and sat on the edge of my desk.

“Well, after I go over that first draft, we’ll have quite a gap for the rest of the day,” I commented, my voice low. It was very easy to tell my mind was on everything besides work.

“Yes, perhaps we could take some time out to talk,” he said.

“Talk?” I responded, puzzled.

“Yeah, talk about yesterday”


This was odd. What did he want to talk about? Last night? Is there anything to discuss? All I want is the dick and maybe a little playtime on the side. I know, I bet he is going to tell me that there can never be anything between us, blah, blah,blah, as if I’m the typical female whose pussy and emotions are directly connected. Sorry, I don’t fall in love with a guy just because I screw him. A fuck is a fuck, no more, no less. I have seen so many females get their feelings hurt because they call a guy after a one night stand expecting him to go steady with her. Dumb broads.

“Well, know that I don’t want or expect you to leave your wife. You know I am different from other women. We have a strong sexual connection. I know how to keep it on that level. Don’t worry about anything,” I said, purring. He looked at me, surprised, but pleased.

“Cool, I knew you would understand. I just had to put it out there,” he said, rubbing my shoulder.

“Hmmm, I think there’s something else you need to put out,” I said, grabbing him by his blue striped tie, kissing him, then releasing him.

“Yes, but after we finish with this opening,” he laughed, licking his lips.

I smiled and went behind my desk to do what I promised. While I worked on my computer, I looked back at him every so often. We flirted between serious dialogue, but for the most part, we stayed focused. Well, at least he did. I could not get my mind off of the day before. The way he took me just sent shivers down my spine. A part of me almost felt dirty, that sexy, kinky dirty. I shifted in my chair as I remembered him entering me from behind. A gasp almost escaped from my lips, catching Kenshin’s attention. I smiled coyly and continued to tap on the keyboard, hoping he would not ask any questions. I had to try to get my mind of screwing him. Some small talk would aid in that, yes, yes it would.

“So, what are you doing later on?” I asked, still typing away.

“You.” he said simply. My keyboard went silent for a moment, then the tapping of the keys could be heard again.

“Believe it or not, I’m trying to get my mind off of that. Can you help me out?” I pleaded, laughing.

“No,” he said before getting up from his seat and walking over to me.
He spun my chair to him and pulled me up forcefully. He was a sexually dominating person, something about that really turned me on. He slid his hand up my inner thigh and to my warm, pulsing region. My pleasure bud could be felt through my cotton thong. He teased it wildly, making me whimper under him. He continued to work his magic, my nails embedded themselves into his shoulder as I tried to keep my balance. My knees got weak as I approached my climax. He continued to stoke my kitty until her juices flowed all over his hand and down my thigh. I almost fell over, but he caught me and sat me back in my chair. Without a word, he went into the washroom, cleaned up, came back to his seat and continued working as if nothing had happened. He was an evil little something. Yes, I will enjoy him being my toy, but not today. We had to get this work done and soon.

A job that seemed like would take only a couple of hours took all day and all hopes of me getting the real deal from Kenshin were gone with the wind. Oh well, I guess even I can’t always get my way. I yawned and looked at my watch. It was getting late. I looked up at Kenshin and smiled.

“You’ve worked hard enough. Why don’t you go home? I can finish up here,” I said.

“Are you sure?” Kenshin asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Besides, you don’t want wifey to start suspecting anything,” I laughed.

“Yeah,” he replied, putting his jacket on and placing his papers in his suitcase.

“Maybe we can continue our session tomorrow?” I said to him as he was about to walk out the door.

“It’s a date,” he said, winking as he exited. I smiled a bit, then looked down at my desk and buried myself deeper into my work. I would have to think about him just a little bit later.
Kesnhin was walking to his car when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Kenshin looked at the caller ID. It was Aoshi. A part of him did not want to answer it. All Aoshi would do is chew him out again about sleeping with Kaoru. Kenshin was sure that’s all he wanted to do when they go to the bar later on. Reluctantly, Kenshin pressed the green button and put the phone to his ear.

“What’s going on?” he quizzed.

“I was just wondering if you could get me Misao’s number. She dropped something the other night and I would like to return it,” Aoshi said in his usually cool voice.

“Why are you just now brining this up?” Kenshin asked.

“I’ve just now had the mind to ask. I still can’t believe you are cheating on Tomoe and still plan on doing so,” Aoshi growled.

He just couldn’t find it in himself not to bring it up. Tomoe had been a dear friend to him and he didn’t want Kenshin within a mile of her, knowing how he was. Kenshin never particularly treated a woman wrong. He wined and dined them, took them out frequently, let them shop until they dropped and gave them tons on attention...he just did it with several women at once. Aoshi did not want Tomoe’s heart broken by this playboy, but they happened to meet by chance at the gym one day. Of course, Kenshin was seeing someone else and Tomoe would not hear of being with him while he was entertaining another woman. Kenshin respected her wishes and remained friends with her...until he slowly fell in love with her. He knew she was the one, in his mind. So, before he ever kissed her, he called every woman in his little black book and told them not to call again. After all ties had been severed, he took her to the airport one night and was seeing her off. Aoshi was there, too, of course. He remembered the moment very well.

“Well, I will see you when I get back,” Tomoe said.

“Yes, you be safe,” Kenshin said, moving in closer. Tomoe felt something was going on and blushed wildly. Kenshin took her hand and smiled at her.

“Tomoe?” Kenshin asked.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Um, ok.”


And then he gave her the softest, most gentle kiss he had ever brought himself do to. It appeared as if they were lovers meant to be. This one quiet, unfortunate woman had come in Kenshin’s life and put him under a trance. He never so much as looked at another woman they wrong way. He seemed to be reformed, he really did. But Aoshi always had his reservations about the relationship. He did not think he would keep his vow of monogamy, especially in the face of not being married, but he did. And when they finally married, Aoshi could do nothing but stay quiet and support his two dear friends.

“Aoshi, you there?’ Kenshin questioned, puzzled by his friend’s long silence.

“Yeah, I’m here. I didn’t call to argue, just get that number for me. I’ll see you tonight,” he said before hanging up. Kenshin exhaled and continued on home to his wife, his true love. He knew when he got home, there would be a nice dinner waiting for him, as well as his lovely wife draped in one of his work shirts. Sure enough, he opens the door to see Tomoe placing a dish on the table, her body scantily covered in a light blue shirt.

“You’re a little early,” she smiled. Even when she smiled her face almost seemed sad. She was in a perpetual state of calmness, it was a part of her beauty, the reason he fell for her. Her cool breeze tamed his wild fire. She was his opposite and his equal. She was what he needed, what he wanted.

“Well, I thought I would be home sooner, but things didn’t work out like that,” he said, placing his briefcase on the table. Tomoe smiled politely and kissed her husband softly on the cheek.

“How is that case going? You still getting along with your partner?” she asked.

“Yes, quite well actually,” he replied quickly. He did not like bringing up Kaoru in her presence, but she seemed so intrigued by her. It was his own fault, the way he blabbed about her after his first day at the firm.

“I have to meet her one day. She sounds really nice, dedicated and passionate... just the kind of partner you,” she said, rubbing her husband’s hand.

“Yeah, one day maybe. Hey, what did you fix for dessert?” Kenshin asked, trying to quickly change the subject.

“Well...that’s a bit of a surprise,” Tomoe said, brushing her dark hair behind her ear, biting her bottom lip. Kenshin cocked his brow. She was up to something.

“Really, I wonder what it could be,” Kenshin said with lust in his eyes. Tomoe giggled like a school girl and walked into the kitchen, her husband in pursuit. Tomoe stood on the opposite side of the island, eying Kenshin. When he moved, she moved in the opposite direction.

“Oh, come on. I was going to save it for after dinner,” Tomoe said, her quiet blue eyes sparkling in the fading light seeping through the windows.

“I would care for it now, thank you,” he said, nearly lunging over the island, losing a shoe in the process. Tomoe let out a weak scream as she fell to the floor, Kenshin on top of her.
Kenshin kissed her passionately, his hand roaming up her bare thighs as he parted them to allow him access to her. His member was already straining against his pants, needing to be inside of her. Tomoe arched her back wildly in anticipation of what was to come. She loved her husband so very much. She loved the way he loved her. There was nothing to describe how she felt for him. She had lost everything she held dear at a very young age and became emotionally withdrawn from everyone. The family she had lost and other close friends alienated her to the point where she felt disowned and left her hometown in search of a new life. Aoshi was the only person to remain a constant. She came to visit him one day and that’s when she was warned to stay away from a certain red-haired man who just so happened to be his best friend. She laughed and agreed to it, knowing he was only looking out for her. Who knew that the gym would be where they met. She was completely taken away by his wit and surprised by his gentle demeanor. She still remembers their first kiss very well. It was the best moment of her life, aside from her wedding day.

“Kenshin,” she moaned as he ripped the shirt open, making the tiny blue buttons fly all over the kitchen. He took hold of one her of breasts and suckled on it eagerly. He loved her body, her milky white skin, her thin, fragile frame. He loved everything about her.

Yet...yet...Tomoe’s body was nothing like hers...

Kenshin’s lips lost contact with her bud as he lifted himself up ever so slightly. Tomoe looked at her husband, puzzled as to why he stopped his sweet torture.

“Honey?” she questioned, her face concerned.

Kenshin could not answer her. He was lost. Why was he thinking about Kaoru at a time like this? Yet, how many times did he make love to his wife imagining it was Kaoru he was inside? How many times did he have to force himself to remember he was with his wife? But, that was because he never had Kaoru. Now, he has. He can have her anytime he wanted and his wife didn’t have to be victim to his private fantasies anymore. He desired his wife, did he not? He doesn’t have to think of Kaoru to be with her, no! He loves Tomoe, it’s as simple as that. Kaoru could never take that away.

Suddenly, his aim had become clear. He had made a bad decision. He would have to break it off with Kaoru, unless he wanted her to become not only a possession, but an obsession.

“Kenshin!” Tomoe almost yelled, dragging her husband out of his trance.

“I’m ok, darling,” he said, pressing his lips softly against hers. Tomoe wrapped her arms around her husband and held him tight. Kenshin continued to kiss her. He was determined to make love to her how she had never been before, to make up for what he had done...and to push the demons out of his mind that were screaming for Kaoru and only for Kaoru.

He had to.