Then she thought about Christian Patterson, the way he’d looked at her today and how he had stroked her leg earlier and how furious Jon had seemed by it, but presumably not with her.
Finally, her thoughts darkened as she thought of the lovely Lucy, no,the beautiful ladyis how Angus Wright had referred to her. Lucy who had been with Jon this morning, in his office, but he had been otherwise occupied because Lucy had answered his phone. She, Steph had never answered his phone, but felt sure that if she had she wouldn’t have answered it with Lucy’s, ‘Jon’s phone’ which really meant, ‘My husband’s phone, keepyour hands off’ and that was what Steph had heard when she’d answered her call, that is what had felt like a punch to the guts. Steph would have answered more demurely and professionally with a ‘Mr Brooker’s phone’ because she was his employee at worst and his mistress at best or should it be the other way round? She cringed as she recalled saying that she’d got the wrong number. How stupid was that? She was stored in his phone and so her number would have been recognised and Lucy would have seen that. What must Lucy have thought? Maybe she did know, she’d suspected that several times, so maybe she just didn’t care or would put up with anything so long as she held onto her husband. Who knew? What Steph did know was that this whole situation was unorthodox and had the potential to become a major train wreck. Shit! What had she got herself into here? She was in love with and was loved by a man who wasn’t hers and yet she continued to hold onto some strange notion that he was, or could be, that he would be, but how? She had so many questions, but no answers.
She sank further into the bath and submerged her head into the water and closed her eyes tightly. Suddenly, she felt a strange chill, almost a breeze pass over her face. She was unsure how long she had been lying like this when a hand on her shoulder startled her sufficiently that she lost control of where she was and somehow became fully submerged under the water. She began to fight against the previously soothing water that now felt as though it was determined to take the very breath from her body. She flailed beneath the water for what felt like an eternity until Jon’s arms pulled her free and held her against him. As she continued to cough and splutter, the alarm in his voice was obvious.
“Shit! Steph, are you okay? I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out,” he cried as he stroked her hair flat as if he was dealing with a traumatised animal. “Darling, speak to me, wereyou asleep? I called you and I even blew on you in case I startled you,” he told her realising that his aim had failed in spectacular style as she was most definitely startled now.
“No, I was just thinking and I didn’t hear you, although I think I may have felt you blow on my face, but it didn’t register as that.” She continued to cough as he grabbed a thick, soft, jade coloured towel and wrapped it around her before proceeding to dry her gently.
She looked up at him and realised that he was as wet as she had been and as he continued drying her she began to undress him. The wet shirt and trousers that he was wearing fell to the floor while she too grabbed a matching towel and reciprocated by drying his body. Her glance dropped from his eyes that watched her intently before she lowered them across his mouth that she gained so much pleasure from, then his shoulders, so broad and strong, his chest with a light covering of dark hair and torso, his firmly toned abdomen leading to the dark trail of hair that led towards another source of her pleasure and then she realised that he was as turned on by this situation as she was. He tilted her head back up to look at his face again as he towel dried her hair gently.
“You should get some sleep,” he told her seriously, but there was something flickering behind his gaze.
“I don’t want to sleep, not alone. Come to bed with me,” she pleaded.
“But you won’t sleep then. I don’t know that I know how to just sleep with you.” He allowed more of the glint in his gaze to seep through.
“I don’t care about sleep, I care about you taking me to bed,” she replied honestly.
“You look exhausted.” He continued the pretence of his protest but Steph suspected that he knew as well as she did that sleep was not on the agenda right then.
“I am not opposed to begging, Jon.” She tilted her head slightly so that she was looking at him from beneath her long dark lashes.
“And I am not immune to your begging.” The bright blue shade of his eyes darkened until they were fully illuminated with passion for her.
“Please,” she said breathlessly and watched his own breath catch in his throat and as if she was waiting for a signal to continue, she considered this to be her cue. “Please, Jon, I want you. I need you, take me to bed,” she said with enough pleading in her voice to be seductive to him, but without sounding whiny and began to litter, light, gentle kisses against his chest.
She dropped a hand and gently cupped his balls and squeezed them lightly before gripping his erection firmly in the palm of her hand. As she moved her hand up and down his length at a slow, almost torturous pace she met his gaze again and pleaded once more knowing that he needed more from her. “Please,” she repeated as she stretched up and pulled his lower lip between her own, “I need you,” she said and let out the slightest of whimpers to signal her own desire for what she was asking, although she felt sure that her heaving breasts, large nipples that were erect and the heat and moisture emanating from between her thighs were signals enough that she wanted this badly.
He dropped the towel and pulled her to him roughly, one hand was in the small of her back holding her against him while the other travelled up and fisted in her hair, holding her face exactly as he wanted before lowering his mouth to hers, invading it, his tongue duelling with hers, overpowering it until she was literally breathless.
“Please,” she repeated in a moan now as her desires threatened to leave her crazed if he didn’t do something more soon.
“Patience, Stephanie,” he admonished. “I know what you want, but not so soon. I told you I had missed you, and I have. Since last week and then you refused to see me when I came back so we have lots of making up to do,” he said more darkly now.
“But yesterday, in my office,” she replied inferring somehow that their literal naked roll around on her office floor, the quickie that they had both denied wanting, but had indeed settled for was them being together enough, and although enjoyable it was apparently no substitute for the days they had been apart last week. It appeared that the reason for that in his mind was her and her alone, so now he was going to make her wait, but she knew that he would make the wait more than worthwhile.
“Yesterday was for the occasion of your new office, but really no more than foreplay,” he told her as his hand began to stroke the small, dark triangle of hair nestled at the top of her thighs.
She immediately widened her stance to allow him total access to her. He arched an eyebrow whilst accepting the invitation presented, allowing one long, slender finger to travel along the length of her now drenched, hot sex.
“This is how I remember you when we’re apart, Steph; wet, hot and desperately in need of fucking.” He sounded almost angry as he spoke the words into her ear, but she just found the crudeness of it more arousing, like when they had first met, in the lift, the office of the hotel at Charlie and Lindsay’s wedding reception, the lift at Brookers, everywhere.
The more she thought about it the hotter and wetter she became which spurred him on to tease her with his fingers and taunt her with his words.
He pushed her back against the wall and as his groin pressed against hers she instinctively spread her legs further still and then proceeded to wrap them around his hips so that her sex was now firmly pressed against his groin. He wrapped his armstightly around her waist and carried her into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed.
Twelve
The extent of her begging had shocked even Steph, but before Jon had allowed her the release she had become so desperate for, she had cried, before begging and finally pleading for the one final touch that she needed. There was one point where she thought he was going to deny her it and wasn’t entirely sure whether he wanted to or not, but he hadn’t and it was like nothing she had ever felt before, so intense and prolonged. He really had made it worth the wait and now she was lying across him still tingling all over and breathless.
“What time is it?” she finally asked.
“Almost six o’clock. What time does your visiting shift start?” He stroked a finger across her back from shoulder to shoulder.
“I have been given the seven til half eight slot, so I ought to get up and showered,” she said reluctantly.
“You need to eat something, too,” said Jon seriously.
