“No, why?” she asked curiously.
“I didn’t see you until you were meeting with legal and then you couldn’t wait to get out of there,” he said seriously.
“It’s called discretion.” She laughed.
“I don’t think I like discretion. I was hoping you would come up to my office when you arrived so I could see you, kiss you, touch you,” he almost whispered making her breathe deeply.
“As good as that sounds I think that would be ill-advised. Your P.A. would very quickly become suspicious and others would follow.”
“My P.A. that sent roses to your office? I think she already knows, darling, but I see your point and it would be far more damaging for you than me, so I will see you at yours later.”
“I look forward to it,” she teased.
“Then I shall try not to disappoint you, which I obviously won’t,” he replied making her laugh.
“Very arrogant.”
“Thank you. See you later.” He hung up leaving her wearing a stupid grin until she wondered how she could have more to lose if their relationship was discovered as he had a marriage to lose, didn’t he?
Eleven
Steph had just finished dressing when there was a knock at the door.
Opening it, she smiled at Jon who was twenty minutes early. “Somebody’s eager.”
Pushing her through the open door, he kicked it shut behind them and without any warning had her pinned against the wall with his body and was kissing her roughly.
He pulled back and looked at her. “You have no idea just how eager I am, darling.”
She dropped her hand and gently squeezed the erection she had felt against her thigh. “I think I have a fair idea.”
He smiled at her as he began sliding her tight, black dress up over her thighs, up to her hips, exposing her stockinged legs and very small black thong.
“Oh, very nice. I knew they would be stockings under this very sexy, but rather tight dress.” He was already pulling her dress up a little more.
She smiled as he began to pull her thong down and once it was around her ankles she simply stepped out of it. Then he had her sandwiched again between him and the wall, but this time as he kissed her his fingers traced small, circular shapes betweenthe top of her stockings and the triangle of dark hair that was now totally exposed.
“I’ve missed you,” he said hoarsely against her ear as he began to gently mouth it.
“I’ve missed you, too,” she replied. “In fact, I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was in the shower and getting dressed.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” she replied almost embarrassed by her own admission.
“Did you touch yourself?” His question was serious as was his expression when he looked down at her.
She nodded.
“What did you think about when you made yourself come?” He held her head still with his fingers fisted in her hair now.
“You,” she admitted coyly. “And last night,” she added now.
“Good.” A smug grin spread across his face. “Just as it should be.”
“So arrogant,” she accused seriously, but wore a huge grin.
“Just the way you like me,” he replied as her hands found his trousers to undo them.
