“Except it’s not, not when he turns up and hurts you.” Jon turned and kissed her hair gently.
“Maybe after the other night he has buggered off again and is going to leave me alone,” said Steph nervously.
“He still frightens you, doesn’t he?” Jon studied her expression.
“Yes, kind of. I know how volatile he can be and he runs on a very short fuse and it was always my fault when he lost it, but Ican usually hold my own when he is just being argumentative or awkward,” Steph explained.
“Well, you shouldn’t have to and I can’t stress this strongly enough, Steph, if he makes contact or comes anywhere near you I want to know, immediately.”
“Yes,” she replied compliantly and then asked, “Does it make you feel weird, me and Charlie?”
“I dunno. I don’t see you two being linked, I see you and I see Charlie, maybe because I never saw you together. He did tell me about you at the time, the sexy accountant from work, then he was seeing someone else and he was all loved up with her, the lovely Lindsay.
“I’m glad it’s not weird.” She smiled, genuinely pleased that he didn’t find the situation odd.
“We are a right pair, me and you, aren’t we?”
“Hmmm. Do you think we might spoil any other couple? Maybe that’s why we work.”
“Maybe.” He smiled, but the truth was he had no idea why they worked. He just knew they did and they worked far better than he’d ever dreamt was possible. “Drink your coffee.”
Steph looked at the wall clock and saw that it was already half past eleven.
“I’ve had enough, I might just go to bed, if you’re sure you don’t mind me staying,” she said nervously.
“Of course I don’t mind, but if it makes you uncomfortable I can sleep out here.” He gestured towards the sofa they were sitting on.
“No, don’t be daft, I like to sleep with you, it’s just a bit odd because we have planned what we won’t do, but we don’t have to have sex every time we see each other do we?” replied Steph honestly.
“Unfortunately not.” He grinned.
“Then take me to bed, Mr Brooker.” She was already getting to her feet.
“You go first or I will not be responsible for my actions if I have to watch you undress,” said Jon as he began to put the dinner plates into the dishwasher.
Steph had decidedthat if she was going to maintain her no sex rule she should wear something in bed, but in the absence of pyjamas had put on a white vest and a pair of white cotton briefs. She climbed into bed and immediately felt relaxed as the familiar scent of Jon and his bed enveloped her. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as the door opened and Jon disappeared into the bathroom. She lay in the dark feeling slightly nervous as she waited for him to return thinking about the difference a day had made.
He slid between the sheets and lay behind her, her back to his front, their favoured position when lying together. She adjusted the position of her behind so that it was snugly pressed into his groin where she immediately felt the familiar and welcome sensation of his naked arousal pressed against her. Steph considered reneging on the no sex agreement as she felt her own desire increasing. Jon’s arms were tightly wrapped around her now and she immediately relaxed into his embrace.
“This is a night of firsts isn’t it?” Jon immediately expanded, “No sex and pyjamas.”
“They’re not actually pyjamas,” she corrected, “Just a white vest and knickers.”
“I apologise, a very thin, tight, white vest and white, cotton, virginal knickers. Which I have to say turn me on like you wouldn’t believe,” Jon told her, making her laugh loudly at the hint of desperation in his voice.
Rolling over, she faced him. “This isn’t as easy as I’d hoped it would be,” she admitted as she stretched up to kiss him gently on the lips.
“Tell me about it,” he replied as he thrust his groin towards her again.
“I don’t think talking about it would help,” she said as she pressed her chest firmly against his making her own arousal in the form of her erect nipples protruding like bullets through her vest obvious.
“Shit, Steph, this is killing me, darling. I want to kiss you and touch you and . . .” his voice trailed off into the night.
“And to fuck me?” Based on their laboured breathing and the obvious arousal, her question really was unnecessary.
“Yup, long and hard!” He cupped her behind, moving close enough so that she could taste the toothpaste on his breath. “But I won’t, because that was your rule for staying.” He sighed.
“What if I’ve changed my mind?” The breathlessness of her question more than suggested she was regretting her veto on sex for the night.
