“I know, but maybe you should do it again, harder, you seemed a little gentle last night.” She began to bear down against his lap, hoping for some relief, some pressure to relieve her own tension and frustration.
He laughed at her very obvious tactics. “I really have to go to work, but I will be sexting you later,” he promised.
“Stay a while longer, please,” she pleaded.
“I have things to do,” he said as he attempted to dislodge her from her lap.
“I was hoping I would be one of those things. We could discuss my name after we’re married if you want to,” she offered, sounding more than a little desperate as she tried to pin him beneath her.
“But there is nothing to discuss.” He landed a single gentle kiss to her temple as he got to his feet and stood her before him.
“Please, James,” she almost begged, making him smile.
“I’m overindulging you again, Tasha.” He allowed his hand to trace its way back up her inner thigh until it reached the apex of her thighs. She immediately spread her legs slightly to allow him greater access and he accepted without any hesitation.
“Oh, baby, you are so wet,” he whispered against her ear as his fingers disappeared inside her and did that turning, rubbing thing, making her moan loudly.
“Ssh.” He breathed against her neck now, her desire and arousal rising by the second. “Sandra is around somewhere.”
“Then take me back to bed or into your office, please.”
“I can’t, baby, I really do have to go,” he told her as he felt her muscles tightening around his fingers.
“Go in late. They can’t exactly start without you and I need you, James.” She sounded as if she was almost crying as he moved his fingers, but dragged them along her length and found her clitoris swollen, protruding and desperate for his touch.
He flicked across it, gently at first, then more firmly.
“God, James, I’m going to come,” she whispered hoarsely as she clung to his shoulders, her nails putting crescent shaped grooves into his clothes and possibly the skin beneath it while her knees threatened to give way beneath her if she tried to stand.
“No, you’re not, Tasha, not yet, maybe later, but I really have to go now,” he said as he released her from his touch and gulped down the last of his coffee before dashing for the door leaving a very frustrated Tasha behind.
Chapter 26
Tasha was making some calls and returning emails when Dan, Pippa and Lizzie all appeared in the kitchen.
“Morning,” they called in unison.
“Just about.” Laughed Tasha.
“Can we go and ride today?” asked Pippa suddenly.
“Yeah, why not.”
Tasha smiled at her younger sister who suddenly looked her age, all relaxed and carefree.
“Cool!” grinned Pippa as she began discussing breakfast with the others.
Tasha’s phone alerted her to a message from Jim.
