Her thoughts had distracted her to almost anything else until she realised that Jon was naked and was entering her quickly, obviously as eager as she was for some release. As seconds turned into minutes she was beginning to cry out longer and louder. Just as her body began to quake with the first stirrings of her climax he reached around with one hand and found her clitoris proudly standing to attention and began to squeeze it, gently and then more firmly. She was unsure where his other hand went after leaving her hip, but quickly she realised that it was stroking the entrance to her anus. As her body approached the point of no return, she felt a finger, or possibly a thumb pressing against the tight hole of her bottom, paused and possibly waiting for permission. She granted that permission by leaning back against it, encouraging its entrance. With a firm press it was able to force past her initial resistance until she was full everywhere making her scream out as her body was rockedby the most intense pleasure that verged on pain. Jon squeezed her tightly everywhere until his own climax overtook him and in a swarm of expletives and blasphemy he collapsed onto the bed and took her with him so that he was wrapped around her.
“God Steph, you are like nobody I have ever met and I have never felt this way before,” he announced and sounded almost as surprised as she was.
“You and me both,” she replied as he unceremoniously removed what was definitely a thumb from up her bum.
She cringed at the undignified noise it made but took the opportunity to remove the knickers that were still just above her knees. She sat up and rubbed her legs in an attempt to get normal sensation back.
“Let’s stay in for dinner,” suggested Jon.
“I wasn’t aware we were doing anything else,” she replied as she lay back down and faced him.
“Well, I had thought that I would take you out to dinner as I won’t see you for a couple of days.” He stroked her hair gently.
“All the more reason to stay in.” She grinned as she moved across him, straddling his hips as he lay on the bed looking up at her. “In fact food is optional,” she said as she bent down and began to kiss him, gently at first before invading his mouth with her tongue.
He retaliated in similar fashion before they broke free of each other and as he gazed up at her, Jon asked, “Dear God, woman, have you ever had enough?”
“Not of you, no,” she replied quite seriously making him smile slightly.
“You just see that you remember that, Miss Pryor, but unlike you I do need to eat,” he replied as he flipped her off him, flat on her back on the bed.
“Ow!” she protested as she landed on her behind making him laugh. “Was that you being sympathetic?” she asked sarcastically.
“No way. That would imply that you were blameless, darling, but your arse is all your own doing and you loved every second of it,” he told her as he bent over her as she lay still beneath his shadow.
“I think you may have had something to do with it, but I have to concede that I did indeed love every second of it,” she acknowledged with a flush creeping up across her cheeks.
“Come on. You can tell me all about Jonah Mason’s call while I sort dinner,” he said rather than suggested. “Come on, get yourself out of bed and you may want to dress for dinner.” he laughed again at Steph’s expression when she looked down at herself and realised that she was still wearing just her bra, suspender belt, stockings and shoes. “I thought you liked this outfit,” she called after him as he headed back into the lounge.
“I do, darling, if not that bloody dress.”
Six
Steph woke up startled as a strange sound rang around her. She had barely opened her eyes when she saw that Jon was scrambling across the bed to grab his phone, the source of the noise. He fumbled with it until he eventually answered the call.
“Hello,” he answered as Steph looked at the clock and saw that it was five a.m. Who the bloody hell phoned someone at five in the morning?
As the call proceeded she knew exactly who called someone at that early hour. Their spouse. She lay uncomfortably as Jon continued speaking.
“No, no, I was flying to Dublin, but I had something I had to do last night, so I am flying out this morning.” He gave a short laugh at whatever she had said in response.
“What? Why would you want to come with me?”
Steph felt like an intruder.
“Whatever you want to do, Lucy, but I won’t wait for you. If you’re late you will miss the flight,” he said, sounding irritated.
Steph got out of bed and headed for the relative safety of the bathroom but could still hear his part of the conversation.
“I don’t think that is any of your business. No, nobody you know,” he said and suddenly Steph thought that not only was he talking about her, but that Lucy obviously knew that he was seeing someone and he barely hid the fact. What the hell had she got herself into with him? And furthermore why had she been stupid enough to fall in love with him? Surely she was destined to get hurt by this whole situation. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and suddenly she didn’t like what she saw looking back, not one bit. How things change, even overnight.
“Steph, can I come in?” he asked from the other side of the bathroom door.
She walked out and as she passed him simply said, “You can do what you want, after all you are the boss.”
As she attempted to brush past him he caught her arm and pulled her back, “This isn’t what you think.” He sighed, sounding as bothered by the situation as she was.
“So that wasn’t Lucy on the phone and she isn’t going to Dublin with you? It’s a fucking good job I said no to the trip myself or that would have left you in a very tricky position, wouldn’t it?” she said angrily, but really only felt sadness.
