“Not that I am aware of and anything you tell me is between us, Stephie. You’re my sister and I love you and no matter what is going on it is obvious that you are smitten and so is he. How bad can it be?” A warm smile curled Jess’ lips before she took Steph’s hand and kissed it.
“This remains between us then. He is married and I am currently working for him at his multi-million pound businessheadquarters and he is subsidising my flat because his company owns it. Oh, and he cooked up a deal with Eddie so that I now have the brand new, top of the range car I’ve always wanted,” revealed Steph and breathed a huge sigh of relief.
“I thought you were going to say he was some kind of gangster or drugs baron, so I feel slightly relieved now!” Laughed Jess.
“No, he is legal if nothing else,” said Steph in response.
“What’s the story with the wife, doesn’t she understand him?” Jess asked a little cynically now.
Steph shrugged, “I have no idea. I avoid discussing her whenever I can, but from what I can gather he doesn’t spend too much time with her, but I knew he was married before I got into this. Lindsay told me about his wife before her wedding.”
“Yes, he is Charlie’s mate, isn’t he?”
“Yes, and we first met on Lindsay’s hen night and I was a bit the worse for wear and Jon took care of me, although he was an arse and I hated him, and it seemed mutual.” Steph went on to explain all that had happened since that first night. “He is in every part of my life, Jess, and I have to admit that I like it, even if it scares me shitless,” she admitted and couldn’t hide the huge smile on her face making her older sister laugh loudly.
“You have it real bad sis!” Jess said as one of their sisters-in-law, Chloe, appeared with her daughter, Emily.
“I think your dad is getting worried about you two, you’ve been gone ages,” said Chloe as she disappeared into a cubicle with Emily.
“Thank you for a lovely afternoon.”Steph stretched up and kissed Jon as they lay in bed together on Sunday night.
“No problem, darling,” he replied as he stroked her hair.
“And thank you for letting my dad pay. He would have been upset if he hadn’t paid, he is funny like that.”
“Ah, I did think he may feel that way so I should probably confess that I had Marcel prepare two bills, the one your dad paid and the other half of it that I did.”
“Thank you.” She could feel him smiling at her use of the words that had been so prominent during their recent spanking session.
“Those two words have been spoilt for me now.”
They both laughed.
“Spoilt has such negative connotations,” she protested, making him laugh louder.
“Maybe a poor choice of word, but whenever anyone says thank you to me now I get a hard on.” His serious tone matched his expression as he gazed down at her.
She grinned briefly and then as she climbed across him until she was straddling him she looked down at the most handsome face she had ever known, mischief dancing in her eyes. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“Absolutely nothing negative happening here,” Jon told her, grabbing her head, pulling it down to his so he could take possession of her mouth until she was lost in him again.
She’d wokenup at half past four and despite her best efforts was unable to get back to sleep so decided she should just get up. She made a cup of tea and felt that she was almost being summoned to turn her laptop on and as Jon was still asleep, it wouldn’t hurt to have a little look at the figures.
Steph picked up her cup and sighed as she realised she’d already drunk it. How long had she been here?
“Was that sigh because you have realised that you have broken your promise about that bloody laptop?” Jon appeared behind her.
“No, but I have run out of tea,” she admitted.
“That is outrageous that you are making no attempt to cover up the fact that you have broken your promise.” His tone was one of outrage, but he still smiled.
“I don’t know that I made a promise.” Steph knew her protest was both weak and disingenuous.
“Oh, darling, that hole you are in is getting deeper and deeper. You said you would bring your laptop home,but I promise not to get it outand that is a direct quote.”
“Oh,” started Steph as she got to her feet and turned her computer off.
“Oh indeed.” Jon was already wrapping his arms around her waist, gazing down at her as his hands dropped to the bottom of the black silky robe she wore. Lifting it, he exposed her bare behind and began to caress it gently. “Maybe we should address your broken promise before work,” he said seriously, but with a naughty and very sexy glint in his eye.
