“We had a TV, but obviously my parents were more interested in each other.”
“Talking of being interested in each other, I am finding it almost impossible not to come over there to kiss you, but if I do that I will then want to peel that seriously fucking sexy dress off you and then I will have no choice but to shag you right here, right now, so come with me to my office and at least let me kiss you before we leave.”
“When you put it so romantically, how can I say no?” How the hell was she going to keep her sanity when her earlier irritation had disappeared in the blink of an eye? And why did her irritation dissipate with such speed? Because he didn’t deserve her irritation, she reasoned. He was doing nothing wrong, not to her anyway. He was keeping to the plan, the plan they had devised together and agreed. She just needed to remember that and try to control her emotions a little more.
“I thought I had done very well not to make it sound too crude,” he said seriously as he headed towards the door and held it open for her.
They passed by Andrea’s desk. “Can I get you anything, Mr Brooker?”
“No thanks, in fact, you may as well get off, I’ll be leaving myself soon enough,” he told her.
“I’ll just finish scheduling the last of your appointments for next week and then I’ll go.” Andrea offered a smile before returning her attention to the screen in front of her while Jon held the door to his office open and gestured for Steph to enter before him.
He looked at her like she was his last meal as he closed the door, making her stomach flip with anticipation as he strode towards her, quickly pulling her towards him. With one arm around her waist he used his other hand to tip her head up so that she was looking up at him.
“I really did miss you.” He lowered his head towards hers before covering her mouth with his and within a split second his tongue was in her mouth while his hands were all over her through the dress he seemed to be reluctant to remove despite quickly finding the location of the ‘hidden’ zip.
She had now pushed his suit jacket off him and had managed to get her hands beneath his shirt. She was surprised at just how happy she was to feel the warm skin of his chest and torso flexing under the touch of her fingertips.
“I do like this dress, but I don’t think it’s suitable for the workplace, darling. It was very distracting this afternoon,” he said while she undid his belt, then the clip and zip of his trousers.
“I like to distract you,” she said seriously as she gazed up at him.
“It distracted everybody in that room, not just me,” he replied equally as seriously.
“Then maybe I should concentrate on distracting you alone.” She pushed his trousers and boxers down to reveal a large, glistening erection that she gripped and squeezed firmly making him gasp.
“I am permanently distracted by you, so you should be very pleased with yourself.”
She looked up at him again and grinned, then dropped to her knees where she enveloped him in her mouth.
“God, Steph!” he cried as he pushed his hands into her hair that he gripped tightly.
She started slowly, moving up and down, first with her teeth safely covered by her lips and then she bared them, allowing them to gently graze along his length making him suck air loudly through gritted teeth before releasing him completely and sitting back on her heels before looking up at him, finding his eyes aflame with desire and need she didn’t think she’d ever seen reflected back at her.
“You don’t need to go on holiday to find a partner and rest assured you are not single. You have a fucking boyfriend,” he hissed as she began to swirl her tongue around the tip of his girth at a very leisurely pace, teasing and tormenting him before returning him to her mouth where she resumed the movement sliding up and down his length, but faster now.
A sly glance up at him prompted an inner smile, he was putty in her hands, metaphorically at least and he was obviously close to losing control judging by his trembling legs and general demeanour. Her sense of satisfaction was temporarily halted as his desk phone rang.
He attempted to release himself from her grip, but she had no intention of letting him go until she had made him completely come undone.
He grabbed for the phone and hit the speaker as she picked up her pace further. “Yes, Andrea?” His voice was strained and probably sounded terse and irritable to his assistant.
“Sorry, Mr Brooker, Mrs Brooker is on the line for you.”
“My mother?” He sounded confused.
“No, Lucy.” Andrea sounded embarrassed.
Steph considered letting him go and getting to her feet, but why should she? It was up to him to stop her if speaking to his wife was a greater priority than what they were doing. She remembered the photo on the internet and realised that the blonde had been called Lucy confirming the beautiful blonde’s identity for her now, not that there was ever any doubt in her mind.
She quickened her pace again and allowed a hand to cup his balls that she gently began to squeeze and caress as she moved up and down and around now using her lips, teeth and tongue and every technique that had ever been effective for past boyfriends.
“Tell her I’ll call her back.” He immediately disconnected the call just before he pulled Steph towards him.
He gripped her head and hair even tighter than before, then she felt it, the first jet of warm, salty liquid coating her tongue, then her throat. She had no choice but to swallow at this point, which was something she had never done before, but as she looked up at his expression; satisfaction, pleasure, awe, lust, she was more than happy to do so and once she was sure there was no more she finally released him and allowed him to pull her to her feet.
“I assume you missed me too?” He kissed her gently.
