“Well, I did, spoil sport.” His exaggerated pout made her laugh as the lift arrived at their floor.
The flat was virtually opposite the lift and as they stepped inside she smiled. Its layout was almost identical to Jon’s flat; bright and airy with a huge open plan lounge/kitchen/diner with the bedroom off the main room with a large en-suite bathroom and built in wardrobes. In the small hall were two other doors, one leading to a large storage cupboard and the other revealing a small vanity bathroom. She went from room to room a couple of times before looking out from the French doors onto the balcony and The Thames flowing past beneath her.
“What’s with all the furniture?” She was confused by the fully furnished accommodation, having expected a bare flat to greet her.
“This was a show apartment, so this is all left over from then, but it has never been let and is the last apartment available in this development. The furniture can be left or you can provide your own.” He took a seat on the sofa and once comfortable watched Steph as she surveyed the place.
“It’s very nice,” she admitted with a smile before stepping closer until she stood before him. “Very, very nice, but you are going to lose a shed load on rental revenue if I rent this for the same price as my flat,” she said thoughtfully.
“Is that the accountant in you speaking?”
“Maybe.” Her admission was accompanied by a smile.
“Then the accountant in you should tell the tenant in you to snatch my hand off and get the lease signed ASAP,” he said seriously.
“But I don’t want to take advantage of you.” Her words carried nothing but sincerity. She didn’t. Nor did she want to be viewed as someone who would do precisely that.
“Darling, I positively encourage you to take advantage of me at every opportunity.” He grinned up at her and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
She frowned at him in response. “You know what I mean.”
“Yes, I do, and you’re not. In fact, if I thought you were capable of taking advantage of me neither of us would be here, Stephanie. So, is it a yes or a no?”
“Yes, please, thank you.” She grinned. “And if the offer of taking advantage of you is still an option . . .”
Her hands were already on her skirt that she was sliding back up, slowly.
“Yes, please, thank you!” He repeated her own comment to him before pulling her down towards him.
She straddled his lap as he pushed her jacket off her shoulders and down her arms. Then as he began to undo the buttons on her blouse, revealing the creamy flesh of her neck and chest that he was already leaning in to kiss, he said, “Come to Geneva with me.”
Steph pulled back, cupping his face so that she was gazing down into his very, very serious face. With a single shake of her head she explained, “No. I have to work, Mr Brooker.”
“Then come and work for me.” He removed her blouse completely, smiling as he looked down at her sitting across him with her skirt gathered around her thighs and a black, lace bra that did nothing to conceal her ample breasts nor her hardened nipples.
“If I worked for you I would still have to work and wouldn’t be able to come to Geneva,” she told him and meant it, not that she had any plans to work for him, but if she did she would not be dropping everything in order to disappear with him on business trips.
“But I will miss you and I want you to come to Geneva with me, on me, under me, I just want you to come.” He arched a brow as he removed her bra, lightening the mood with his words and acceptance of her decision.
She laughed at him now. “Flat, yes. Geneva, no. Working for you, big no!”
“What about losing the skirt and the knickers?” He grinned at her obvious desire for him, something that was entirely mutual.
“Now that I can do.”
Standing in front of him to discard her remaining items of clothing she realised he was still fully dressed. “You might want to lose some clothes, Brooker.”
His response was another raise of the eyebrows at her use of his surname before he stood up and quickly removed his own jeans and t-shirt, then sat back down.
Steph stared down at him for a few seconds before preparing to straddle his hips again.
He shook his head. “No, turn around.”
She said nothing, but did as he asked, albeit a little awkwardly. With a steadying hand from him to position her in a kneeling position facing away from him, he pulled her down lower until she could feel the tip of him at her entrance, thenwith a hand on each hip he pulled her down further. The sudden intrusion of him inside her body caused her to breathe deeply.
“We’ll take this at your pace then, Stephanie,” he told her wrapping both arms around her waist as she grew accustomed to the sensation of the angle and the feel of him.
One of his hands travelled up to find her breasts, the other travelled down until it found her swollen clitoris that he gently flicked making her moan. As she began to ride him, slowly at first, he flicked and rubbed her sensitive nub a little firmer and quicker. Her movements picked up pace driving her forward until she was crying out at the first signs of her climax. Her own movements and those of Jon’s fingers manipulating her nipples and her clitoris soon had her coming more intensely and louder than she could ever remember. When she thought the orgasm that had her hands clawing his legs and her toes curling was going to peter out, he squeezed the tender tissue around her clit, extending her pleasure until she was crying out again as another orgasm tore through her whole body.
