“So it seems, but I didn't come here to get fucked, well maybe,” she admitted making him laugh.
With a single shake of his head he rubbed a hand over her denim clad behind. “You're going to have to pay for the jeans, you and your ass.” He pulled his purple tie free of his collar and began to undo the buttons of his pristine white shirt. “Lose the jeans Tasha, and then you're going to get fucked and spanked baby.”
Leaping to her feet Tasha quickly cast her jeans aside revealing a tiny, white, lacy brief.
“You definitely came here to get fucked, baby.” Jim grinned, throwing his suit trousers across his desk before stepping out of his jersey boxers revealing a huge erection that made Tasha lick her lips. “Not today, baby. How long do we have before our son demands your attention?”
“He should be good for another hour before he needs feeding,” replied Tasha, watching Jim's naked body sitting on the sofa where he watched her.
“In that case, Mrs Maybury, bring your mighty fine ass over here and ride me,” he told her holding the wrapped condom in the air like some kind of incentive and prize rolled into one.
Chapter 18
It was exactly an hour later when Connor woke and Tasha was still sitting in Jim's office, on the sofa where earlier he had literally put her across his knee and spanked her for the first time since she'd discovered she was pregnant and that was after she had, in his own wordsridden him, until they were both breathlessly sated. They had shared the bathroom to clean up, but somehow ended up getting a little dirtier first, including Tasha getting her earlier wish to taste Jim, a wish that had been delivered with her kneeling before him, his hands tightly wound in her hair and her breasts leaking milk everywhere, resulting in them showering together in the relatively small shower cubicle. But now, redressed and feeding her infant son she looked the picture of sweet innocence as she drank the tea Amanda had made for her.
“I need you to be okay with Rachel working for me, Tasha,” he suddenly announced, startling her and Amanda who was just about to leave them alone.
“And if I'm not?” Tasha was unsure what else to say.
“Are you telling me you're not?”
“I don't know. First impressions weren't good and the additional information you've revealed makes me uncomfortable.”
Reaching for the phone on his desk he spoke to Amanda. “Can you ask Rachel to come through please?”
“She's just popped to the bathroom.”
“When she comes back then, and Amanda, did you fill her in on Tasha being my wife and how sickeningly in love with her I am?” He winked at Tasha, making her flush a little.
“Yes, Mr Maybury,” replied Amanda flatly but Tasha suspected she was smiling.
“Good, so send her through when she gets back, thank you.”
“What are you up to?” Tasha pulled a muslin cloth from Connor's bag whilst watching her husband with suspicion. She placed the cloth on her shoulder then put the baby up there for winding before covering herself. A couple of tiny burps later Tasha switched him to the other side and was still feeding the baby when Rachel appeared in the doorway, opening the door without knocking, confirming for Tasha that she really didn't like this woman.
“I normally like people to knock on my door and wait to be called in rather than just walking in.”
Rachel blushed at Jim’s word and looked suitably chastened. “Sorry, Ji, Mr Maybury,” she said, presumably remembering her position.
“Come in, Rachel. I wanted to introduce you to my wife, formally, rather than standing in the middle of Amanda's office.”
“Of course.” She wore a tight smile before taking several steps closer.
“Please, take a seat,” offered Jim, gesturing to the visitor’s seat on the opposite side of his desk, the one he'd already moved so it faced Tasha. He moved so that he was sitting next to Tasha, smiling down at his contented son being fed. He stroked his head gently. “Tasha, this is Rachel, Rachel Perry, and Rachel, my wife, Natasha Maybury and my youngest son Connor.”
“Hi, nice to meet you—erm—sorry about before—out there. I hadn't realised who you were.” Rachel sounded and looked embarrassed.
“Well, now you know,” said Jim. “I can't stress to you enough, Rachel, how important your relationship with Tasha is here. You will, at times be Tasha's link to me and you will also be responsible for managing her schedule, professionally, along with my own.”
“Oh.” There was no disguising Rachel’s displeasure at the prospect of this judging by her sour expression. Her loud, disgruntled sigh confirmed it.
“Is that a problem for you?” asked Tasha. With a smile she continued, “I don't especially need my professional commitments scheduling, and they're few and far between at the moment, but Jim does. He likes to know where we’ll both be at any given time. Amanda has done it since we first met and seems happy to do that for us, however, if you don't want to then you need to say now.”
“Are you saying I need to become your wife's friend, like Amanda?” Rachel addressed Jim.
“No. In fact, I would actively discourage that. Amanda's friendship is all Tasha's doing. Me? I'd like my wife to be as distanced from my past as humanly possible. I would hate for her to be hurt or tarnished by anything I may have mistakenly become involved with,” he told Rachel tactfully, but clearly making her understand that their one-night stand had been, for Jim, a mistake.
“May I speak frankly?” asked Rachel.
