“I won’t let you,” he replied frankly as he brushed her nose with his. “You and I are going to sleep together and no more. We are starting again and we are going to do this right and make it work. We have to because I can’t lose you, not ever,” he said, sincere desperation oozing from every word.
Steph swallowed hard and all ideas of sleeping with him without sex seemed like the worst idea she’d ever had. All she could think of was kissing and touching him, making him moan and cry out at her touch; she could almost feel his hands and lips all over her body when she thought of it and let out a low keening noise as she imagined him entering her slowly, teasing her.
“You really should go to sleep,” said Jon hoarsely.
“Please,” begged Steph shamelessly.
“No. I can think of nowhere else I’d rather be than buried inside you, feeling you around me, warm and soft, responding to me like nobody else ever has, but I won’t do it, not tonight,” he said firmly.
“What if it was a stupid idea in the first place?”
“Darling, I love you and I always thought it was a stupid idea, but we agreed and you are just horny, so go to sleep.” Jon laughed a little as she let out a loud sigh.
“Goodnight!” she said and rolled back over huffing.
“If I was going to fuck you, darling, I would be spanking that very sexy arse first with all of this huffing and petulance.” Jon landed a single, gentle kiss to her shoulder.
“And that comment is helping me how?” she asked in a very high pitched cry.
Between laughs Jon said, “It wasn’t meant to help, I was just stating a fact. Goodnight. darling.”
It was justafter seven when Steph opened her eyes and found Jon already dressed and making coffee.
“Morning.” She accepted the cup he offered her. “Why didn’t you wake me?” she asked taking a seat at the bar opposite him.
“Because I would not have been able to resist your charms this morning, especially in the shower or after it,” he replied honestly. “And I have an early meeting.”
“Shame,” she said, her pout only serving to make him smile.
“How did you sleep?”
“Restlessly. I am still considering stripping off and dropping to my knees before you,” she told him frankly.
“Then it is a good job I am leaving for work right now.” He smiled, walking behind her to kiss her cheek before heading for the door where he dipped back and said, “You still need to work on that resistance to me, darling.”
“I hate you, Mr Brooker,” she called, cutting her eyes at him.
“And I love you too, Miss Pryor, and I will see you later. Eat some breakfast, you’ve lost weight,” he shouted as he closed the door behind him leaving her smiling in spite of still feeling incredibly frustrated.
Putting her cup down, she headed towards the shower and wondered whether a date with the shower head would offer any kind of relief from the burning sensation she felt from just thinking of Jon.
Twenty-One
Steph was just completing her final findings on the Richards deal when Rosie phoned through.
“Miss Pryor, Mrs Brooker is here to see you,” her assistant said hesitantly.
“Oh, okay, give me two minutes.” Steph realised that poor Rosie was still under the misapprehension that Jon was married to Lucy.
She tidied her desk and instinctively checked out her own appearance before opening the door to reveal a very uncomfortable looking Rosie and a rather green looking Lucy wearing dark linen trousers and a white vest, not dissimilar to the one that she’d worn to bed the previous night. She cursed herself for thinking about being in bed with Jon as she remembered just how frustrated she still felt.
“Lucy.” Steph shook the hand that Lucy offered.
“Sorry to gate crash, but I was in town and as you hadn’t returned my call,” she started.
“I am so sorry. Yesterday was a nightmare and Rosie passed your message on but I completely forgot. Come in and we can talk face to face instead,” said Steph warmly. “Let me get you a drink.”
“Just water for me,” said Lucy as she headed into Steph’s office leaving a very confused Rosie looking on.
