“I’m not the only eager one then.” He grinned as he allowed his trousers and jersey boxers to drop.
Removing a hand from in her hair, he put it at the back of her knee to bend it up and out before stepping between her now open legs. His grin broadened as he lifted her against the wall slowly, then with a leisurely pace, lowered her towards him before firmly burying himself in her making her cry out.
“I like that even when I am not here,” he pulled back then drove into her again . . . “I am still here . . .” he tapped her head to indicate her mind.
She pulled his face towards her again and kissed him until she was lost in him. As she felt the pleasurable sensationbuilding in her she began to moan louder and louder until eventually she could hold back no more and cried out, a moan, his name and suddenly he joined her, momentarily frozen as one but, sated and breathless.
He kissed her gently on the lips. “What do you want to do tonight?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know, but whatever we do you may need to release me from the wall and we both may need to dress from the waist down.” She laughed.
“I’m not convinced, but if you insist, darling,” he told her with a smile.
They were just aboutto leave Steph’s flat when her phone rang and as she looked at it she smiled.
“Hi, Dad. You okay?”
“Yes, sweetheart, I am fine, thank you. How are things with you?” he asked, an edge of concern seeping into his voice.
“Things are great with me, actually.” She sat down on the sofa next to Jon, her legs draped across him as she gestured with two fingers to say, ‘two minutes.’
He waved his hand to let her know there was no hurry.
“Great how?” asked her dad.
“Work is good, we have secured a big contract and I am doing some work with the new contract people. Lindsay’s wedding was really lovely.” She sounded genuinely pleased with her life at the moment.
“That’s great, Steph. Janice wanted to know if you’d like to come for Sunday lunch?”
“Sunday lunch? When?” She grimaced at Jon.
She laughed as she repeated her dad’s next comment.
“Yes, Dad, I know most people have Sunday lunch on Sunday, but I meant which Sunday because I’ve kind of madeplans this week. Lindsay will be back next week and will want to bore everyone with wedding photos.” She smiled at Jon’s pained expression as he realised she was right about Lindsay.
“I see, well if your plan for this weekend includes your new boyfriend, bring him too,” he told her.
“What new boyfriend?” She stared at Jon who somehow managed to frown and smile at the same time.
“The one Simon said you’ve been seeing,” said her dad now with Janice chipping in from the background.
“Simon called you and said I had a new boyfriend?” she asked, annoyed as she shook her head at Jon.
“Yes. He was a bit drunk but was very upset. You should talk to him.”
“He phoned me when he was drunk too, but I was upset when he was a crap boyfriend so maybe he deserves to be upset, but I don’t want to talk to him, Dad. I have nothing left to say. I don’t know if I can make lunch, but I will call you tomorrow with a definite answer. Oh, when and if I have a new boyfriend to speak of, then I will tell you, not Simon,” she said a little more sharply than she’d intended making Jon frown at her slightly.
“Okay, sweetheart, call me tomorrow then, okay?”
“I will, sorry for snapping.” As irked as she was, she meant it.
“I love you, pumpkin.” The use of his pet name for her dissolved any irritation that might have remained.
“I love you too, Daddy,” she said, feeling like a little girl again as she hung up.
“Simon strikes again,” Jon stated.
“Apparently so. I don’t know what’s happened, but I wish he would go back to pretending I’d never existed,” said Steph seriously.
