Jim stood up and pulled her to her feet and into his embrace before locking his lips with hers, kissing her gently.
“You should visit more often, honey,” he told her, his grin becoming one of epic proportions.
“I haven’t done anything yet.” She laughed.
“Oh, baby, that was so much more than nothing. Now, what to do with you next?” he mused, twirling her hair around his fingers.
“Maybe I could reciprocate,” she suggested dropping to her knees.
“Oh no, baby.” He pulling her back to her feet.
“I want to fuck you and come inside your pussy, not your mouth.” His voice was hoarse as he flipped her around so she remained standing, but with her upper body lying flat against the table.
He used his thumb to stroke her drenched and glistening sex before replacing it with his erection that was now free of clothing. He teased her, pulling it back against her until it was pressed against her anus. She let out a low moan and pushed back making him laugh as he pulled her off the desk to rest against his chest.
“Oh baby,” he whispered as he reached around her to release each breast in turn so they sat on the cup and wire of her bra. “You know I am going to take your ass real soon, but not yet. I really think that should be exclusive to Mrs Maybury,” he told her and then pushed her forward across the table again.
Without further ado he buried himself inside her and after teasing her a few times, withdrawing and re-entering her hard, he hit his stride and with a fast and constant rhythm he drove into her until he was unable to hold back any longer and with a final stroke he came hard, triggering a second climax from her, so intense she screamed out, not thinking nor caring whether anyone else could hear them.
She stood looking at her reflection in the small bathroom off his office and smiled as he brushed his teeth looking in the same mirror she was.
“How’s your morning been?” she asked, aiming for an air of innocence.
“Fine,” replied Jim as he spat out the toothpaste.
“Sure? You don’t sound it,” she observed.
“Very perceptive, baby. It’s been odd, I had to see someone earlier and it was mixed emotions really,” he explained unclearly.
Tasha frowned at him equally as confused as he appeared to be.
“Sorry, honey. I’ll tell you about it later.” He smiled, leaning in to kiss her then laughed.
“What?”
“You. You could not be more perfect and now you stand here looking absolutely marvellous with your just shagged face on.”
She reached up and tried to straighten his hair. “And you with your just shagged hair.”
“Baby, this is not just shagged hair, this is just gone down on my fiancée who insists on pulling it when she comes in my mouth hair.” She blushed furiously at his seriously spoken words.
“Sorry.” She blushed further.
“Do not ever apologise for that, baby. I love the feel of your hands in my hair almost as much as I like you coming in my mouth.”
She dropped her eyes briefly. “I should be going, but I’ll see you at home.” Tasha stretched up to kiss him then watched as he refastened his shirt and put his tie back on before reaching forward to push the loose hair off her face.
“I should be back just after five.”
“I have some errands to run before I go home so you could be back before me.”
He kissed her again before seeing her out where Amanda was chatting with a tall, dark and handsome man who Tasha thought looked familiar then realised he was one of Hollywood’s biggest A-listers who had recently announced his intention to move behind the camera.
Tasha almost missed Jim’s introduction as she stared open mouthed and star struck at the man in front of her, but returned to the conversation as Jim said, “And this is my fiancée Natasha Winters.”
Tasha still stared as she muttered, “You’re—”
He interrupted, laughing, “Yes I am and you are very sweet.”
