Rannigan's Redemption

Chapter 1: Meet Michael RanniganFucking her had been inevitable, he reasoned. After all, Maggie was not unattractive with her thick red hair, bright green eyes shaded by long red lashes she darkened with mascara, the smattering of freckles across her nose. Beneath those inexpensive business suits she favored, her body wasn't bad. Don't think he hadn't noticed.It was an odd line of thought for a man on vacation. He stretched out his legs on the chaise and gazed past his tanned bare feet to the turquoise water of the Indian Ocean. His travel agent had assured him that he'd love the Maldives. He raised his glass of bourbon in a toast to Nancy at East Coast Travel, but his thoughts returned to Maggie.He'd actually been surprised at the firm, full, round tits he'd unearthed beneath that conservative grey blouse. They were much larger than he'd realized, in a natural, homegrown sort of way.Obviously, she wasn't his usual taste. He preferred bottle blondes with tiny waists and stor

Chapter 3: Michael Meets MaggieMichael Rannigan dry gulped three ibuprofen tablets as the car from the service weaved its way through mid-day Manhattan traffic. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a hangover. The previous night had been exceptional. At an art gallery opening, he'd met twin flight attendants who matched him drink for drink before going home with him for an extended threesome adventure. I'm getting too old for this shit. Should have called in sick today. As a partner at Murphy, Rannigan, there was no one to question his absence. But it was his turn to represent the firm at the job fair at NYU. Brian Murphy was out of the country on vacation. And James Metheny was recovering from surgery. Tonsils or some shit, Michael mused. Didn't everyone have their tonsils out when they were five?Sure, the firm needed new talent. But why did he need to be there? He knew exactly why. Without his presence, John Hemphill would be the senior man there, and that co

Chapter 5: Michael's EveningMichael had met Gwen Channing a couple of years earlier on a flight from New York to Las Vegas. She was attending to the first-class cabin, then about an hour into the flight, she was attending to him personally, giving him a blow job in the galley of the 777. Gwen always gave him a call when she was in town.Michael returned to his table in the corner and to his irritated date. "Who are they?" she snipped."Some students from the U. I recognized one of them from the interviews today," he answered. "Did you order?"As the evening progressed, he realized that Gwen was rambling on about an asshole passenger on a recent flight, but his mind was on Mary Margaret Flynn. The truth was, she intrigued him. She wasn't unattractive. Obviously not dating material, but still, she was smart, and she had spirit, too. She'd proved that when she'd stood up to all of them that afternoon.He was glad when a band took the stage and he could stop pretending that he wa

Chapter 7: Maggie's First Day"Oh, God!" Maggie gasped, pulling against the restraints that kept her arms over her head. She looked down to see him working her left nipple with his tongue, taking the whole thing in his mouth, suckling sensuously. At her words, he looked up at her, tousled salt and pepper hair perfectly framing his chiseled face, heat radiating from his brown eyes, a smirk on his lips. "You like?" She nodded vigorously. "Because I was thinking about moving further down," he said, lazily tracing a finger down the center of her body until he came to the mound between her thighs. There he paused to stroke her moist pink folds, gently at first, then more intensely. Maggie writhed in pleasure but with her feet bound to the corners of the bed, there was little she could do. "Oh, God, Michael," she squeaked, on the edge of molten pleasure. He looked back up at her, his eyebrow crooked. "I've always wondered. Does a ginger taste like ginger?" With that, he lowered

Chapter 9: OrientationMichael stopped in the door and allowed her to precede him into the hallway. As she passed him, she caught the scent of his cologne, and recalling her dream from earlier that morning, she blushed furiously. Thank God he can't read my mind, she thought, gripping the new folio tightly. Even so, when she turned he was regarding her curiously and she felt her face redden further. She smiled to cover her discomfort. "I can't believe I have my own office. Downstairs the newbies have cubicles."He grinned and nodded. "Yeah, up here on 50, we're kind of our own beast." He began walking down the hallway toward the reception area. "Jim Metheny used to be with Jernigan, Krandel back in the day, but they had a parting of the ways about ten years ago. He was looking for partners to start his own firm. He found Brian Murphy first. I had just won a big case in the Public Defender's Office.""People vs. Smithson," Maggie said. "He was accused of murder. An eyewitn