Down to Business Dena Garson Leigh and John Templeton have plans for the upcoming weekend. Unfortunately, looming deadlines may prevent John from being able to get away. In particular, one very long and dull contract review. When Leigh delivers dinner to John at his office, she makes him a deal to spice up the contract review process—for every page he completes, she’ll remove an item of clothing…until she’s naked and waiting for him to claim his reward.
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Chapter One Leigh Templeton cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear while she gathered the documents she needed and dropped them into her briefcase. Her husband, John, was calling in response to her message about dinner. “I’m sorry, hon. I’m going to be here for a few more hours,” John sighed into the phone. “That’s okay. Is Sheridan up in arms again?” Mr. Sheridan, Leigh’s previous boss and also the CEO of the company John still worked for, had always been a ball-buster. Especially when his stress level was high. Leigh remembered he always acted as if he felt the need to share his stress with those who reported to him. “Is there anything I can do to help?” “I wish.” He groaned. “It wouldn’t be nearly as boring if you still worked in our legal department. For some reason the projects we worked on together were always much more interesting.” Through the phone Leigh heard the sound of John’s chair squeak. She imagined him leaning back and running his hand through his sandy-blond hair. It was a gesture she was more than familiar with. Usually, by this time of the day, most of the gel he used to control his unruly hair was gone. In a husky tone she reminded him, “Yes, well, I recall you saying that there are distinct advantages to being married and having me at home rather than just rendezvousing in the office.” “Absolutely,” he said. “God, I still remember working on the Whitehurst deal with you.” Leigh flushed at the memory. “Hmm. So do I.” A pool of warmth gathered low in her belly. “You were quite…um, passionate about that deal. I’m surprised someone didn’t walk in on us while we were in the conference room.” 5
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“They certainly would have gotten an eyeful if they had,” he murmured. They both fell silent as they remembered. Leigh had always been surprised by the intensity of their attraction. She had never experienced such deep sensuality with anyone else. Through her previous mistakes, and those of her friends, she'd learned that relationships faltered if not properly cared for, so she made an effort to cherish their time together. “Since you can’t make it home, would it help if I brought dinner to you?” “Would you mind? That would save a little time if I didn’t have to stop what I’m working on and get food. But I hate for you to have to drive all the way across town.” “I haven’t left the office yet, so it’s not a problem to pick something up. At least we could still have dinner together and you can keep working.” “Have I told you today that I love you?” John asked. “Yes. But you can tell me again.” “I love you.” Leigh’s heart tripped over itself, just as it always did when she heard those three little words. John wasn’t one to gush sentimentality, but he did make an effort to tell her that he loved her every single day. After four years, the words still had the power to make her heart flutter. She smiled into the phone. “I love you too. I’ll see you in a bit.” After hanging up, Leigh finished the couple of things she needed to do before she could leave then called one of the nearby restaurants to place a takeout order. She might not be able to do anything about how much sleep John was getting while he was up to his ears in contracts—after all, he was a big boy and knew his limitations—but she could make sure he got more than vending-machine food at least a few times a week. Despite it being right in the middle of the dinner rush, Leigh was able to pick up their food quickly. She parked in the visitor parking in front of John’s building and checked her appearance in the rear-view mirror. When she got to the glass entrance the
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security guard on duty recognized her and, seeing her hands full of takeout containers, got up and opened the door for her. “Did you bring me anything?” the guard asked playfully. “Sorry. They were all out of your favorite,” Leigh joked back. “Just my luck.” Leigh laughed and headed toward the bank of elevators. Her high-heeled shoes clicked on the marble floor as she walked across the foyer. After hours, when people weren’t coming and going in droves, the sound echoed loudly off the glass and tile walls. It always felt strange to be back in the building where she had worked for ten years. There were lots of fond memories…particularly the last couple of years when she and John had started seeing each other. She sifted through memories as the elevator doors closed behind her. If people knew half the things they’d done, they would be shocked. She was still amazed that they had never gotten caught. But, then again, the possibility of getting caught had probably added to their excitement. The elevator dinged, dragging her out of her reverie. When the doors opened, she stepped out into the foyer and checked in both directions. The main lights on the floor were off and she guessed that everyone except John had gone for the day. She turned to the right and followed the hallway through the cubicles toward John’s office in the far corner. Light spilled from his doorway onto the path like a beacon. She stood in the doorway and took in the sight of John at work. As usual there were neat stacks of paper covering most of his desk. His jacket was off and the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up at the cuffs. He was partially turned away from the door and engrossed in whatever he was typing. Her heart tripped around in her chest knowing how important his work was to him. Long ago she’d figured out he felt driven to do more than was probably necessary. Leigh rattled the bags as she stepped into his office. “Dinner’s here.” He looked up from his computer and his face relaxed into a smile. 7
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“Hey.” He crossed the room and greeted her with a kiss. “I was expecting you to call when you got to the lobby. How’d you get in?” “Ronnie was on duty. He let me in.” “I think he always had a crush on you,” John said with a twinkle in his eye. “Yeah, right.” Leigh set the takeout packages on the conference table on the far side of John’s office. John came up behind Leigh and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her on the cheek and whispered, “Not that I blame him. I’ve had a crush on you for a while now.” The scrape of his five o’clock shadow against her neck sent goose bumps down her entire body. “Have you now?” “Mmhmm.” He nuzzled the side of her neck, making her legs turn to jelly. “You know I love it when you do that.” “Yeah, I do.” He chuckled in her ear then kissed her exposed collarbone. “What did you bring me for sustenance, woman?” He reached around her for one of the containers. The movement brought his crotch in closer contact with her derriere. In response, Leigh pressed back and slid against his growing erection. John’s swift intake of breath was satisfying. She loved that she still had the ability to affect him with a simple touch. “I got the grilled chicken salad and homemade stroganoff. I figured we could share them both.” “Sounds good to me.” John placed another kiss on the side of her neck. “I’ll go grab a couple of bottles of water while you finish unpacking everything.” Leigh divided the food between the containers while John ran to the break room down the hall. When he returned, they sat at John’s conference table to eat. “So what’s Sheridan in a lather over these days?” Leigh asked. “This week it’s one of the real estate deals we’ve been working on. Last week it was one of our service agreements. The week before that it was a personnel issue.” 8
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“And he wants to know why none of them are finished, doesn’t he? Because he’s sure that he told you they were all a top priority,” Leigh said, confident she was right without asking. Because his mouth was too full to respond, John simply nodded. “I remember him doing that a lot.” Leigh stabbed a piece of lettuce with her fork then continued, “I used to want to choke him.” John wiped his mouth with a napkin and swallowed the bite he’d been chewing. “I’m about ready to tell him what he can do with his changing priorities. I’d like to knock him on his ass as I walk out the door too.” Needing to reassure John of her support, Leigh patted his arm. “You can always find another job if he’s getting to you.” “I know. I’ve been thinking about it.” Leigh nodded and went back to eating. Whether or not to quit the job was something John would have to decide for himself. “So, what do you need to get done tonight?” “I have to get through that real estate contract so I can send it to Legal for their review. If I don’t, I’m afraid I’m going to have to work on it this weekend.” John finished the last of his food. “I just haven’t been motivated to even start it. There’ve been a hundred little things popping up over the last couple of weeks that I let myself get distracted with. Not sure what my hang-up is with this contract.” “Anything I can do to help?” “Whip my ass or find some kind of motivation to make me just do it.” Leigh stared at John with her fork raised halfway to her mouth. She imagined herself wearing black leather and whipping John’s bare butt. Nah. She shook her head to clear the image. That was never a path either of them had been interested in exploring. However, she felt certain she could motivate him another way. “What?” John asked, startling Leigh out of her wayward thoughts.
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“Sorry. Had a thought.” Leigh’s cheeks felt warm. “About what?” “Nothing I’m going to share.” “It must have been a doozy to make you turn as red as that vase over there.” John pointed toward the bookshelf behind her. “C’mon, tell me.” “Not a chance.” She tapped the empty food container in front of John, hoping to distract him. “Are you finished with yours?” “Yeah. But I’ll take your roll if you’re not going to eat it.” She was surprised she was able to distract him so easily. He must really be busy. “Go ahead, you can have it,” she told him. John had a weakness for bread so she usually let him have hers. It was a mutual understanding. “If you need to get back to what you were working on, I’ll clean this up when I finish.” “You’re wonderful, you know that?” He leaned over to kiss her lightly on the lips. Leigh soaked up the scent of him as he lingered, his tongue teasing the edge of her lips. When he stopped, she knew she was grinning like a love-struck fool. Which she pretty much was. John got up and went back to his desk as Leigh finished nibbling on her salad. Her head was spinning from the kiss and she tried to think of a way to help motivate him to get the contract done. They had plans to go to the lake that weekend. She could tell he needed some downtime and she didn’t want him worrying about a looming deadline while they were away. If he finished the contract today or tomorrow, he might be able to get a couple of days’ rest and escape for a bit. There was one thing she could think of that she had at her disposal to motivate him—sex. But how could she apply that to the contract he needed to finish? It wasn’t as if she was going to cut him off from sex if he didn’t get his work done. That would be stupid on her part and not positively motivating for him.
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Thinking back on some of their interludes in the office when they’d first started dating gave her an idea. She gathered up their dinner containers and told John, “I’m going to take these down to the break room, then wash up.” He glanced up at her from where he sat at his desk. “Okay.” On the way back from the break room, she stopped in the ladies room. She quickly took care of necessary business then slipped out of her hose. On her way out, she dropped them in the trash. John preferred bare skin anyway. When she returned to his office, she discreetly turned the lock so it would be secure when she closed the door. “So, I was thinking about what you said earlier, John.” “About what?” he asked without looking up from the documents he was sorting through. Leigh walked over to the window farthest from John’s desk. “About you needing some inspiration to finish working on that contract.” The shuffling of paper stopped. “Yeah?” He drew out the word. She reached up and twisted the handle of the blinds to close them. When she turned around she found that he was watching her from over the top of his glasses. “I had an idea about that.” “Okay.” John glanced at the now-closed blinds, then back to her, but didn’t move a muscle otherwise. “Let’s hear it.” “I thought I might make you a deal of sorts.” He continued to hold her gaze. She moved to the next set of blinds and turned the handle to close those as well. “Would it motivate you to finish your contract tonight, so that you’d be free to relax and play at the lake this weekend, if I agreed to stay while you read?” He opened his mouth to say something but she held up one finger to still his question. “The motivating part being that for each page of your contract that you get through—and it has to be a complete
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review, not a skim that you’ll have to come back to later and fix. For each page you finish, I’ll remove one article of clothing.” John’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He quickly scanned her from head to toe then looked at the pile of paper in front of him, probably trying to judge the ratio of pages in the contract to the number of pieces of clothing. A slow grin spread across his face. “What if there are more pages in the contract than clothes you have on?” Leigh moved to the third set of blinds and replied saucily over her shoulder, “Then I’ll have to think of alternate compensation for you.” With a flick of her wrist, she closed the blinds. He leaned back in his chair and watched her make her way around the corner of his desk. “Are you going to count each piece of jewelry as an article of clothing?” Leigh looked at the stack of papers in front of him. “Only if the page you finish has less than…” She tapped the side of her mouth with one finger. “Let’s just say…five lines on it.” It took John very little time to decide. “Deal.” Leigh leaned over so they were eye level and whispered, “Shall we kiss on it then?” “Absolutely.” He captured her lips with his then slipped his hand around her waist. As he deepened their kiss he sat back in his chair, pulling her on top of him. Leigh grinned as they continued their kiss. She loved the feel of his body against hers. Even with clothes on. She knew from previous experience that John wouldn’t let them tip backward in the chair, so she relaxed even further, letting her body melt against his. When they came up for air, she murmured against his lips, “If you don’t let me up, you’re never going to get that contract done.”
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“Yep. You’re right.” He swatted her on the backside. “Vixen. The image of you standing in my office buck naked is distracting.” Leigh laughed, then kissed him once more, quickly, on the lips and backed off his lap so she could stand. He watched as she straightened her skirt. “You better get started on that contract or we’ll be here all night.” He mumbled, “Not if I can help it, we won’t.” She grinned then leaned over to close the last set of blinds behind his desk. After making sure no one could see into his office, Leigh settled herself in one of the conference chairs. Before she could even pull her phone out of her purse to check messages, he slapped the first page down on the desk and announced, “Done.” “Really.” Leigh moved to the desk to retrieve the page then made a production of inspecting his work before pronouncing her agreement. “Very well.” John wagged his eyebrows up and down at her and grinned like a kid getting a prize. “What are you gonna take off first?” “Well, I thought you might need to be adequately motivated right off, so…” Leigh bent at the waist and reached under her skirt to slip off her lace-trimmed panties. She tossed them on the edge of John’s desk and sat back down in her chair. John’s grin changed into something almost feral as he looked at the peach-colored thong sitting on one of the stacks of paper, then he looked at her. Leigh felt as if he could see right through her clothing. Of course, it was a sight he was familiar with, so there would be nothing new there. But still. A shiver of awareness ran through her knowing exactly where this game would lead. He leaned so he could reach the thong, then held her gaze as he lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply. Leigh made herself sit still and not look away, but she felt a flush from head to toe. One side of John’s mouth tilted up in a sinful grin as he fingered the thin cotton. Finally, he slipped them into his breast pocket, broke eye contact and went back to studying the contract in front of him.
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She was so distracted by the look on John’s face that it took a few tries for her to get the password on her phone correct. She had only read a couple of emails when she heard John announce, “Done.” He held the page out as if to dare her to inspect it. Leigh rolled her chair closer to John’s desk so she could look at the page. She scanned it just to make a show of checking, even though it was really only a cursory glance. She looked at him and shrugged. “Okay.” He glanced at her blouse and she could tell he was waiting to see what she’d do next. Leigh reached down and slipped off one shoe. To make it apparent that she really had taken something off, she propped both feet on the edge of his desk, one bare and one still in the shoe, then went back to reviewing email on her phone. John reached over and ran the capped end of his pen up the sole of her foot. Her toes curled in response and she grinned. She had really sensitive feet. John knew it and he had used that to their mutual advantage on more than one occasion. Over the top of her phone Leigh watched John go back to reading the contract in front of him. The next page was finished in very little time. Leigh took the other shoe off and propped both bare feet on the desk. He pointed towards her feet. “All that is going to do is make me want to toss this pen down and suck on your toes.” Pretending innocence, Leigh reminded him, “You need to finish that contract first.” No matter that she’d like for him to do exactly as he’d said. John growled low in his throat and went back to reading the document. Leigh was contemplating what to discard next when John slid a page in her direction. He had a wolfish look on his face. Obviously he was aware that she was getting down to the main articles of clothing that covered anything—her shirt and skirt.
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She made a production of reviewing the page. John tapped his pen on the desk, making her smile. Finally she stood and slowly unbuttoned her blouse while he watched intently. Unfortunately for him, Leigh wore a camisole beneath her white blouse. “Somehow that must be cheating,” he complained. “It’s not like I ran to a store and added layers of clothing before coming over here.” He turned his attention back to the documents and grumbled, “I don’t remember you wearing that many clothes before.” Leigh smiled to herself. “Only with light-colored, somewhat sheer tops.” She saw him take another quick peek, then heard him make a sound of discontent before reading again. He put another page on the corner of the desk nearest Leigh then glanced at the pile before him. “The next one is only a couple of sentences. I suppose it’s only going to be worth an earring or something, isn’t it?” Leigh got up and leaned over the desk to look at the page, deliberately allowing him a glimpse of what was hidden beneath her camisole. “Hmm. I’d say it might be worth a bracelet.” Since she’d only momentarily distracted him, she stood upright again then unhooked the chunky bracelet from her wrist and dropped it on his desk. “However, you did finish a whole page before that. So…” Reaching around to the back of her skirt, she unzipped the zipper. Holding on to the waistband behind her back, she waited until John’s eyes met hers again then she allowed the fabric to slide over her hips and pool at her feet. John leaned so he could see over the edge of his desk then cursed. “Dammit. Another slip thing.” He looked her in the eye. “I’m burning every one of those when we get home.”
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Leigh laughed. He would never do that no matter how much he threatened. She sat in her chair once again and read the page in detail. They read in silence until she asked, “Do you have a pen and sticky notes that I can use to write something on the contract?” “What did you find?” He handed her the items she’d asked for. “Nothing much. Just curious about how they calculated the increase in the rates.” John grunted. “Yeah, I wondered about that myself. I made a note to ask Parker if they talked about it during any of their meetings.” He added with a wink, “Good catch, though. You still remember how this business works.” Leigh lifted one side of her mouth in a half grin. “I haven’t been gone all that long.” “Long enough for me to miss seeing you around here.” Leigh blew a kiss to John then went back to reading. She was just getting into the meat of the cancellation clauses when John announced, “There’s the next one.” Leigh slowly reached for the piece of paper he placed on the desk. “Come on, come on. You know it’s done.” John made a spinning motion with his pen. “Let’s see some skin.” She glanced at the paper then stood so she could step around the end of John’s desk. “And which particular piece of skin are you wanting to see, husband of mine?” He ran his eyes up and down her body, making her hyperaware of her state of undress. “The top part, I do believe.” “Very well.” She slipped off her camisole then reached both hands behind her back to grasp the closure of her bra. As soon as she had it unhooked, she held the two halves together with one hand and brought the other hand back to the front to hold the bra to her chest. After a dramatic pause she let the bra fall. John’s eyes warmed as he stared at her chest. “I can’t just sit here and pretend that your tits are not staring me in the face.” “Oh, but you must. You need to finish your contract,” Leigh teased. 16
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“Well, I’m not finishing anything without at least one nibble.” Before she could protest, even if the protest was only token, John slid his chair closer and grabbed her around the waist. Her breath caught in her throat when his lips latched onto one nipple. She squirmed in his grasp as he licked and suckled with great enthusiasm. When he finally came up for air and looked up at her face, her knees almost buckled from the heat of his gaze. It occurred to her that she could quite easily free him from the confines of his dress pants and ride him to both of their hearts’ content, but that wouldn’t get the contract done, nor free up their weekend. “You need to get back to work, mister,” she said, her voice surprisingly husky. “Then you better get those,” he glanced at and nodded toward her breasts, “out of reach then.” Somewhat reluctantly she said, “Very well.” She stepped around the desk and returned to her seat.
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Chapter Two After that encounter, it was hard for her to focus on the contract in front of her. Her only consolation was that apparently John was having the same problem. More than once she caught him glimpsing in her direction. More specifically, at her breasts. John was a boob guy. Thankfully he had always been more than satisfied with hers. With his head bent over the document he was reading, John asked, “I may be wrong, but I’m thinking you’re down to one more piece of clothing.” He thumbed the corner of the papers, then turned to face her with a smug look on his face. “And I have at least four more pages to go. How do you plan on compensating for that difference?” “I told you’d I’d come up with something.” The first two ideas that popped into Leigh’s head made her want to squirm in her seat with anticipation. “Who will determine if it’s adequate or not?” Leigh ran her tongue from one corner of her lips to the center, purposely drawing his notice. “Oh, I think what I have in mind will meet your standards,” she said silkily. John grinned. “Looking forward to it then.” He went back to working on the documents after making an adjustment to his crotch. A few moments later he set his pen down and leaned back in his chair. “Okay. Let’s see the last bit.” Leigh raised one eyebrow in question. John slid the top sheet of paper out from underneath the pen and shook it in the air. “I finished another one, so now it’s your turn. Let’s see what you got under there.” He nodded in her direction. “What if I don’t want to take off my last little scrap of decency?” John’s jaw dropped but Leigh cut him off before he could protest. “Yet, anyway.”
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His eyes narrowed and he leaned on the arm of his chair facing Leigh. “So, how are you going to compensate me for the work I’ve now completed?” “With a little work of my own,” she said as she rose from her chair. “Such as?” His eyes latched on to her breasts. Leigh stepped around the end of the desk and moved in behind John’s chair. “I was thinking that it might help you work better if I were to rub your shoulders while you were reading.” “It might,” he said slowly as he settled against the back of his chair. The top of John’s chair was just the right height for Leigh to stand behind him and reach his shoulders and neck. She rubbed the muscles that ran down the back of his neck somewhat lightly then worked on the ones that would contain the most tension. From where she stood, she could see that John had closed his eyes. Using her thumbs, she rubbed little circles around the muscles in his neck, shoulders and as far down his back as she could reach. When she felt him relaxing, she leaned in and traced the edge of his ear with her tongue. Dropping her voice, she softly reminded John, “You still have a few more pages to finish.” Without opening his eyes, he said, “Mmhmm. I know. I’d rather sit here and enjoy this.” Leigh ran her tongue down the side and across the back of his neck until she reached his other ear. She traced the edge of it, making him squirm in his seat. She whispered, “I’d rather you finish that contract so we can get our own business on.” John’s eyes popped open and he sat up in his chair. “Sounds good to me.” He grabbed the next page of the contract and once more focused on his task. Debating her next move, Leigh rubbed John's shoulders. While she wasn't looking, John reached over his shoulder and pinched Leigh lightly on the nipple, making her squeak in surprise. To retaliate, Leigh skimmed one fingernail down the length of his spine. John sat up straight in his seat and sucked in a sharp breath.
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She smiled in satisfaction knowing she’d hit one of his most sensitive spots. When he finished the next page, including noting a few changes that would be needed, John pushed it toward Leigh. It seemed John had finally caught the same urgency Leigh was feeling because he continued to read the rest of the paragraph at the top of the next page before stopping. He swiveled his chair around to face Leigh. “So. What’s it to be? The slip or something else?” “Oh, I definitely think something else is called for.” John’s eyes kept straying to Leigh’s bare breasts. He reached over and caressed them as he asked, “What did you have in mind this time?” Leigh placed her hands the armrests of John’s chair and leaned in until she was just a breath away from his lips. She whispered, “I’m curious…” She lightly ran her tongue along the edge of his upper lip. “Could you still focus on that contract if I were playing with your dick?” “That sounds like a challenge.” “Maybe.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap while the other hand grasped one of her breasts. Their lips crashed together in a searing kiss, each trying to wrestle for the lead. When they came up for air, they were both flushed and their breathing ragged. All coherent thought fled from Leigh’s mind. She knew she needed to be doing something, but couldn’t think what at just that moment. All she could focus on was John’s warm, hard body lying beneath her and the fact that he had far too many clothes on for her liking. One particular body part was harder than the rest and she was keenly interested in doing something about that. Remembering her challenge, she drew back a bit and smiled mischievously.
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“What are you thinking, minx?” John asked huskily as he ran his hand over her now-exposed hip and butt cheek. “I’m thinking that I issued you a challenge.” “Yes, you did,” he agreed. Leigh squirmed as John’s hand skimmed around her butt, coming dangerously close to her pussy. “Are you up to it?” she murmured. “Oh, I’m up to it, all right,” he said as he lifted his hips and pressed his erection even farther against her. Leigh purred low in her throat and licked her way across his jaw and neck. She allowed herself to slide down the front of John’s body, kissing and nibbling his stillclothed chest and belly as she went. When her knees reached the floor in front of his chair, she transferred her weight from John so she could kneel. One of the things she had wanted to do while they were dating was to give John a blow job from under his desk. In her wilder fantasies she would have done it while he was in a meeting. Of course, no one other than John would’ve known she was under the desk. Then again, it would’ve been even more fun to surprise him after he sat down. Either way, she loved to toy with his damnable control and keep him from concentrating on the business at hand. She smiled to herself. He might not have a meeting as a distraction, but she could certainly see if he could concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing. She looked up at him as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks and saw he was watching her intently. It was a bit of a struggle to free his fully engorged cock from his briefs and slacks. When she finally did, she couldn’t resist licking the pre-cum from the tip. John jumped in his seat as soon as her tongue made contact, making Leigh smile. “How’s that contract coming along up there?” she teased as she caressed his penis. “Contract?” he asked with a smile. “What contract?”
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Leigh ran her tongue up the full length of his cock before answering. “You know. The one on your desk that you’re supposed to be working on.” She swirled her tongue around the tip then added, “The one you’re supposed to be concentrating on even if I continue to do this.” She lifted the end and took him fully in her mouth. As she slid her mouth back up, she swished her tongue back and forth across the side of his dick. John gripped a hank of hair on the back of her head and she heard his breath catch. She smiled to herself. Those little flicks of the tongue always drove John wild. “I bet you can’t do it,” she teased. “Do what?” His words sounded a little slurred. “Finish that contract.” John looked down at her. “What’s it worth if I do?” “Hmm. Good question.” She took a long, leisurely lick. “What would you want if you did?” “Right now, you bent over that desk is sounding pretty damn good.” The dampness on the inside of her thighs doubled at the thought. “Deal.” He chuckled, then added, “Hey, what happened to my per-page deal?” “Oh, I haven’t forgotten that. I’m just upping the ante a little.” She smiled as she rose from her place on the floor. Leaning over his chair, she kissed him on the lips then asked, “I want to find out if it would be a help or a hindrance to lavish attention on at least one particular part of your body while you’re trying to work.” John caressed one breast as he murmured against her lips, “These are distracting me, though.” “What if I used them to help you?” “How so?” “Oh, I dunno. Maybe after you get another page done, I’ll rub them all over your dick,” Leigh suggested. “That might get you something in return.” 22
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“Well, get to it, big boy.” She kissed him quickly on the mouth then kneeled in front of his chair again. “I’ll just be down here playing while you work on that contract.” “You seriously think I’m going to be able to concentrate while you do that?” he asked while looking down at her. “I have faith in you.” She lifted his still-erect penis then licked the entire length again. John watched for a moment before picking up the next page of the contract. No sooner had they both focused on what they were doing when there was a quick knock at the door and the sound of keys in the lock. “Oh, shit. I think it’s the cleaning guy,” John whispered as he scooted his chair under the desk, covering his exposed crotch, which forced her farther under the desk as well. She heard the door open and a voice say, “Oh, sorry, Mr. Templeton. I didn’t realize you were working late.” “It’s okay, Danny.” John cleared his throat and shuffled a few papers around on his desk. “Just trying to finish up a few things so I don’t have to work this weekend.” Leigh sat on the floor beneath John’s desk trying not to move or make any sound. Even though the cleaning guy wouldn’t be able to see her because of the solid wood front on John’s desk, she could feel her cheeks heating in embarrassment. Good God. Not only was she very close to being naked, she had just been giving John a blow job! “I hear you there, man. We had to work last weekend to clean up after they moved everyone around on the ninth floor. The whole crew is ready for a break.” John said, “Yeah, I heard that got a little out of hand.” With his foot, John rubbed the side of Leigh’s hip. Just to tease him in return, she slipped her hand underneath his where he was trying to keep his unzipped pants pulled together. Leigh was pretty sure Danny wouldn’t be able to see anything in John’s lap since he was sitting up in his chair with his belly pressed against the edge of his
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desk. Still, he tried to prevent her from touching him but soon relented and continued to talk with Danny. “I haven’t been down there in the last couple of weeks. Did they finally get it straightened out?” John asked. Leigh was impressed his voice sounded as normal as it did. “Looks like it. But I have no idea if they got all the boxes where they need to be. I'm not sure what they do down there, but they use a lot of paper,” Danny said. Danny’s voice sounded as if it was getting closer. She guessed he was standing inside John’s office now. She slid between John’s spread legs and pulled the two halves of his unzipped fly further apart. “Yes, they do,” John said. There was a short pause then Danny asked, “Is that a skirt and a pair of high-heeled shoes over there?” “Yes, as a matter of fact it is.” Another pause. Leigh stifled a giggle. She could imagine the look on Danny’s face. “Should I ask why you have women’s clothes in your office?” Danny’s voice held a touch of humor and wariness. “I could tell you something kinky was going on in here,” John said. Surprised by his response, Leigh pinched John lightly on the inside of his thigh. He grabbed her hand, pressed it against his erection and held it there. “But actually, it’s just my wife’s clothes.” Tugging her hand, Leigh tried to free it from John’s grasp. She couldn’t believe what he was saying. Danny asked, “So, your wife is just wandering around here half naked.” “Something like that.” John kept his hold on Leigh’s hand. Looking for a way to retaliate for what John was letting Danny believe, Leigh leaned in and bit him lightly on the other thigh. Suddenly, a better idea occurred to her 24
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and she changed tactics. Instead of biting in retaliation, she decided to nibble her way to his crotch. “Wow. You don’t seem concerned about it,” Danny pressed. “Nah. She does it every once in a while.” “Really,” Danny grunted in response. Leigh pushed John’s hand aside so she could get to the fun parts. John chuckled. “Yeah, there’s not much I can do to stop her.” She finally managed to free John’s cock from his briefs then tugged to get him to shift in his seat so she had a little more room to move. He complied with her tugging but jumped when she licked the full length of his rapidly growing erection. When she blew a puff of air across the dampness she was pleased to hear his breath catch. Danny mumbled, “Some women are like that, I guess.” A flick on the leg was her way of letting John know he was taking too long to talk with Danny. “Actually,” John laughed, “she changed clothes then went down to use the gym.” “Ah. You got to watch while she was changing though, right?” “You know it.” Leigh pulled John’s cock forward so she could wrap her lips around it without bumping her head on the desk. She mercilessly teased the head with her tongue then slowly took as much into her mouth as she could in her position. “Well, that’s all right then. Hey, you got any trash you need me to empty for you?” Danny asked. “No. It’s fine,” John said a little too quickly, his voice belying the calm he’d been trying to project. “Didn’t have much today.” “All right, well, I’ll let you get back to work so you’ll be done by the time the wife gets back.” “Okay, thanks, Danny. Don’t work too hard.” 25
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“You too.” Leigh heard the door click shut then said quietly, “You are bad to let Danny stay in here as long as you did.” John fisted one hand in her hair and pulled her head back down, encouraging her to keep sucking his dick. When she did, he slumped back in his chair with a throaty moan. She took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could and looked up at him. He was watching her intently. The expression on his face made her pussy clench in anticipation. “God, you are good at that,” he rasped. Leigh smiled around his cock and made a low humming noise in her throat, knowing it would vibrate against him. John groaned in response and tightened his grip on her hair. She made a couple more passes then eased her mouth off his dick. He let go of her hair when she pushed his chair back so she could sit without slouching and get some cooler air. “How’s that contract coming?” “It’s not, but I will be if you keep doing what you were doing.” Leigh laughed. “Not just yet. You have a contract to finish.” John mumbled something under his breath about damn contracts, making Leigh laugh again. “How many pages do you have left?” She knelt on the floor but was out from underneath the desk. John kissed Leigh as he reached for the last few pages that were sitting on the desk behind her. Without breaking their kiss, he pulled her up on his lap as he leaned back in his chair. “You better be careful or your pants are going to get messed up,” Leigh murmured against John’s lips. “From what?” “I’m a little drippy.” 26
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“Are you? Let’s see.” John shifted Leigh and cradled her to one side. With his free hand, he pushed her slip up then parted her thighs. He ran his fingers through the hair at the juncture of her thighs and slipped one finger between her folds. She was slick and he easily found her entrance. He pumped his finger in and out, making Leigh squirm on his lap. “You are rather juicy, aren’t you? What have you been thinking about?” he asked as he played with her pussy. “You.” Leigh’s breathing became ragged. “Me. The desk.” John ran his fingers around Leigh’s clit, dipped them into her pussy, coating them with her juices, then across her clit over and over. “The floor,” she added before her thoughts became impossible to hold on to. John worked his magic with his fingers. He swirled them around and around, drawing her further into a sea of desire and need. She clung to John's shoulder as she squirmed in his lap, helpless to fight the wave he built inside her. Before she knew it she was shattering and crying out her release. John’s kisses muffled most of the sounds Leigh made when she came. As her heavy breathing returned to normal he lessened his hold but continued to pet her. Slowly Leigh floated back to reality. She breathed in his scent as she lay boneless against his chest and arm. There was something about his smell that enthralled her. It was more than just the soap and cologne he used. It was him beneath it all, and he was intoxicating. They could live to be one hundred and she wouldn’t tire of being next to him. “I’m probably making a damp spot on your pants,” Leigh mumbled against John’s chest. He kissed the top of her head. “It’ll dry.”
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She raised her head so she could look him in the eye. There was probably a very contented smile on her face, but she didn’t care. “I thought I was supposed to be motivating you. I think I must be doing something wrong here.” “Don’t you know I find it highly arousing to watch you come? And to know that I’m the one who helped you get there?” “Oh,” Leigh said with dawning realization. “I hadn’t really thought of it that way.” “It’s true,” John said as he stroked her back from her shoulders to her hip. She reached up to run her fingers over his jaw line. The first signs of razor stubble were evident under her fingertips. It reminded her of Sunday mornings. John frequently skipped shaving on the weekends and she loved the scruffy feel of his face after he’d let his whiskers grow for a couple of days. It was a direct contrast to his cleanshaved professional look during the week and felt more, well, intimate. Especially when he rubbed it all over her body. “What’s that look all about?” John asked, interrupting her train of thought. “Which look would that be?” “The one you were just wearing that looked like the cat who was about to eat a second canary.” “Who, me?” she asked with exaggerated innocence. “Yes, you.” “I would never eat a canary. Much less two.” His chest rumbled beneath her as he chuckled. “You know what I mean.” “Hmm.” Leigh slipped one hand inside the opening of John’s shirt so she could feel the warmth of his bare skin. She toyed with the idea of stripping him as bare as she currently was, but decided it would put him in an even worse spot if they were somehow caught. “How you doing on that contract?” Leigh asked, then flicked her tongue out to lick the ridge of John’s collarbone. 28
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“Not making much progress right now. Something much more interesting dropped into my lap.” The hand that had been caressing her back slipped around to fondle her breast. “Would it help if I were to read the contract to you?” Leigh asked. John paused before answering. “No.” He pushed Leigh against the arm of the chair and leaned in closer. “All that would do is free up my hands to play with your almostnaked body. I wouldn’t really be paying attention to what the contract said.” Leigh smiled. “I like knowing that I can still distract you.” “More than you know, woman,” he said just before closing the distance between their lips. Leigh melted into the kiss and reveled in the heat that spiraled between them. When they came up for air, she reminded John, “We’re going to be here all night if you keep kissing me like that.” “You’re right. I’d much rather be doing this in bed.” He kissed her, making a loud smacking sound, then nudged her off his lap. “Let’s go home.” Leigh stood since John insisted but turned so she could face him as he got up from his chair. “Uh-uh, big boy.” She grabbed the edge of the desk behind her with one hand and pressed the other against John’s chest to stop him. “You’ve got a contract to finish so that you don’t have to work this weekend and we’re not leaving ’til it’s done.” “I just love it when you get all bossy. It’s kinda hot.” Leigh snorted. “Now I know why you married me. I’m a lawyer, of course I’m bossy.” John took the hand that was pressed against his chest and lifted it to his mouth. “That’s just one of the reasons.” He held her gaze as he ran the tip of his tongue over her palm all the way up to the end of her middle finger. When he slipped her index finger into his mouth and teased the underside with his tongue, Leigh felt her knees turn to jelly.
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“Oooh. Damn,” she swore under her breath. John knew exactly where to touch—or lick!—to heighten the sensations he created. The corner of John’s lips lifted in a knowing grin. “Sure you don’t want to go home?”
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Chapter Three Leigh struggled to pull herself from the sensual haze that John had drawn around them. She rubbed her body against John as she lifted herself up on her toes. Her eyes fluttered closed as she brushed her lips against his and whispered, “Oh, I definitely want to go home.” She nipped his lower lip and added, “As soon as you’re finished with that contract.” “Minx,” John complained, but his arms tightened around her and he lifted her off her feet as he kissed her. When he set her back on her feet, he swatted her bottom. Through the thin material of her slip, Leigh felt the sting of his hand all the way down to her toes. The rush of desire that coursed through her still-heated body took her by surprise. Neither of them was into punishment for pleasure, but after reading some of her steamier romance novels, she wondered if there was something to it. John often joked about spanking and occasionally, when he was feeling particularly playful, he would swat her on the fanny. Then, like today, he would rub the sting away. She wondered just how interested he was in the idea and made a mental note to find out later. “Okay. Contract first. Then home.” John stepped back to let Leigh move away from the desk. Still somewhat dazed, Leigh moved to the side so John could pull his chair back up to the desk. Once he was situated in his chair again, Leigh shuffled the papers around and cleared a spot on the desk next to John. The couch was too far away for her liking, but she needed to give him a little room to work. Sitting on the desk was the next best answer she could come up with. She scooted close enough that she could slip her feet into his lap in order to keep them warm and so she could touch him in some way. 31
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John automatically placed one hand over her toes and gave them a squeeze, then looked up at her. “You know it’s going to be dammed hard to concentrate with you sitting right there.” Leigh grinned mischievously. “Yes, I know.” He rubbed the tops of her feet briskly, then gripped her toes and started reading the contract again. It looked as though there were three or four pages left for him to review. She thought about what to do next as a reward. She only had one more piece of clothing on. That left two or three pages she needed ideas for. The thought that she was almost naked while he was still fully clothed was a bit of a turn on. The textures she felt as she sat in his lap added another layer of excitement by creating different sensations up and down her body. Not that she wasn’t extremely fond of feeling John’s naked, warm body against her own. In fact, she couldn’t wait to get him home so she could do just that. But this evening was supposed to be about motivating John. What else could she do to keep his interest, without bringing him to orgasm? At least not yet. She was saving that for the grand finale. His big reward for finishing the contract. She needed to think quickly. John was most of the way through the page he was working on. Thankfully, it looked as if he’d had to stop and make several notes on one of the paragraphs. Men, as a rule, were visual creatures. John was no exception. How could she use that more than she already had? She was sitting here almost completely naked, for Pete’s sake! An idea came to her. She leaned in, letting her breasts brush against his arm. “How many more pages do you have?” she asked softly. Without looking up, John thumbed through the lower corners of the papers. “Four.” He looked at the breast that was all but resting on his arm, then up into her eyes. “Why?” “Just curious,” Leigh said innocently. 32
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“You’re ready for me to finish.” It was a statement, not a question. “Hmm. Yes and no.” John raised one eyebrow in question. Leigh shrugged her shoulders but didn’t respond. John’s eyes were once more drawn to her naked breasts. Before turning his attention back to the contract, he reached over and pinched her lightly on one nipple. Leigh’s still-damp pussy clenched in response. She wasn’t certain, but she thought she saw the corner of John’s mouth lift into a grin. The devil knew exactly what he was doing to her. She couldn’t wait to see if what she had in mind would shock him down to his toes as well as a few key places in between. It only took another moment for John to finish the page he had been working on. Leigh took the paper he held out to her. The expression on John’s face was quite smug. Quickly, she scanned the page, not really seeing the words. Without saying anything, she stood and gently placed the page on the desk behind her. She held John’s gaze as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her half slip and slowly pushed it over her hips. When she felt the material fall to her feet, she stepped out of the center of the puddle of silk then kicked it aside. Leigh held her breath as John broke eye contact and looked all the way down her now-naked body. “Very nice,” he murmured. Leigh felt a bit disappointed when John began working on the contract again so quickly. However, when she spotted him taking peeks out of the corner of his eye, she was somewhat mollified. She decided to give him a little something more to look at. Once again, she sat on the desk next to him and slipped her feet into his lap. As before, John gripped her toes with one hand without looking away from his documents. When she felt as if he was settling back into his review, she turned and pulled her knee up until her ankle rested
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on the desk. She knew that slight adjustment would allow him to see her in glorious detail. As expected, John’s interest was pulled in her direction. His eyes turned toward her and then his head slowly followed. He stared at her fully exposed and probably still visibly wet pussy for a moment then raised his eyes to her face. “Now how do you expect me to concentrate when that is staring me in the face?” “Just keep on working,” Leigh crooned. She rested one hand on the desk behind her and reclined a little. With the other hand, she stroked her slick folds. “This isn’t going anywhere without you.” John watched, riveted, as she continued to stroke herself gently, spreading more of her juices around and over her clit. Based on the evidence growing beneath her foot, the one that still rested in John’s lap, Leigh could tell he was very interested in what she was doing. She slid her foot up and down, stroking his erection through the fabric of his pants. The motion of her foot mirrored the rhythm she set with her hand. Leigh was surprised at how turned on she was getting. It wasn’t from the direct stimulation of touching herself, but rather the rapt expression on John’s face and from seeing how much her behavior was affecting him. She kept her movements slow and deliberate, just enough to tease both of them. Softly, she reminded John, “You really need to finish that contract.” She rubbed her foot against his erection with a little more pressure. Not enough to hurt, just to emphasize her next words. “And soon.” “Yeah, well, if you keep doing that,” John nodded in the direction of her crotch, “I’m going to toss the rest of dammed contract into the trash and bury my face between your legs ’til you scream.” A shiver ran through Leigh at the image he created in her mind. Her already heated body flushed as her arousal kicked up another notch. She withdrew her hand from her crotch and leaned toward John. “What can I do to help you finish those last couple of pages?” 34
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The heat in his gaze was almost Leigh’s undoing. She wanted nothing more than to straddle him in his chair and ride them both to orgasm. But that wouldn’t finish the contract. And that wouldn’t give him the weekend off. “I’m tempted to tell you to go get us both a bottle of water from the break room, but I don’t think that’s going to stop me from wanting to bend you over the desk.” He added with a grin, “And you’re not exactly dressed for walking down the hall.” Leigh smiled back, then reached out and stroked the side of John’s face. “Do you need a break?” John looked down into his lap. “Do I look like I need a break?” Leigh laughed and teased the tip of his erection with her toe. “Not from where I’m sitting.” She tilted her head to one side and added, “But seriously, if it will help you focus on your contract so you can finish soon, I can saunter down the hallway and give you some quiet time.” “Yeah, but then you’d have to get dressed and waste all the effort I’ve brought about.” “Not necessarily.” Leigh slid off the desk and strode over to the door. Hanging on the back of it was John’s spare raincoat. She slipped it on and tied the belt at the waist. On John, the coat probably hit him above the knee, but on her, it hit somewhere around mid-calf. The extra width just lent extra coverage in the front where she’d wrapped one side over the other before she belted it. “Now I just need shoes.” She located her heels near the couch and slipped them on. Noticing her cell phone lying on the nearby table, she dropped it into one of the pockets of the coat. “You can’t go out there like that!” John protested. “Sure I can,” Leigh assured him. “There’s no one else working this late on your floor and even the cleaning guy has already been by. He’s probably three floors above us by now.” She turned the lock on the handle to make sure she’d be able to get back in. “Who’s to see me?” 35
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John looked as if he were about to argue again so Leigh blew him a kiss and slipped out the door, closing it behind her. Not sure that John wouldn’t come after her, she quickly made her way down the hall toward the break room. As expected, she couldn’t see or hear anyone else on the floor. Most areas were dark. The emergency lights and a few unnoticed cubicle lamps allowed her to see well enough that she didn’t need to turn on the main lights and draw unnecessary attention. When she got to the break room, she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge then sat in one of the hard plastic chairs. After taking few sips from the bottle, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through her email. In the back of her mind, she calculated how long it would take John to finish the last few pages. She probably had enough time to get through all of her recent email and then get back to his office before their desire waned. Or… She grinned as a new idea formed in her mind. Here she sat with very little on. A cell phone at her disposal. An empty floor with all kinds of nooks and crannies to hide in. And a husband who deserved a really big reward. What could be sexier than hide and seek? Especially when the clues were a little risqué? Forgetting about her email, Leigh hopped up to find places where she could leave an easily identified trail of visual clues for John to follow on his phone. In the break room she took a picture of the water bottle pressed against her neck and shoulder. The angle was just right to give him a glimpse of her exposed breast as well. She saved the picture but didn’t send it yet. Next she went to one of the nearby cubes that had a lamp turned on. Careful to not disturb anything in the cube, she sat on the chair and propped her feet up on the desk. Still using the water bottle as a prop, she took a picture of her uncovered legs as she ran the bottle up the inside of one thigh. This one she also saved without sending. Looking around the floor for the next place she could get a picture without additional lighting, she found a corner office near the stairway that had a door lit by a 36
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security light. She leaned against the wall and untied the coat. Thank God the company was too cheap to install security cameras on the upper floors or she wouldn’t be doing this. Letting the coat drape open, she quickly snapped a pic of herself leaning against the doorframe. She tried to get a downward angle so he could see as much of her as possible. Satisfied with her amateur photography, she scrolled to the first picture and sent it to John’s phone with a note daring him to come find her. He had programmed a special ring tone for her number so she thought he’d check it pretty quickly. Unable to resist the cliché of it all, she stopped in the copier room to snap a picture of her on the photo copier. Luckily there was a door she was able to close before turning on the light. She sent the next couple of pictures to John’s phone, allowing a minute or so between them. When she turned off the light to the copier room and opened the door, she could see the light reflecting on the ceiling outside John’s office. Her heart sped up. He must have gotten the pictures and was looking for her. She’d have to move quickly now. She wanted to make it back to his office without him finding her. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if he did find her in one of the dark corners or cubicles. Hmm… Either possibility was delicious. Hearing John calling her name spurred her into action. She quietly made her way across the floor, taking care to keep to the shadows. Just outside John’s office, she felt her phone vibrate. Leigh stepped into his office then looked at the screen of her phone. It was John trying to call. Thankfully she’d turned the ringer to silent so he wouldn’t be able to locate her by sound. She clicked the “ignore” button to stop the incoming call, then quickly took a picture of herself sprawled in one of John’s conference chairs. Of course the belt on the coat had conveniently fallen loose, exposing most of her to the camera.
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Once she sent that photo to John’s phone she dropped the coat in the middle of the floor then sat in John’s chair at his desk. She swiveled around so that the back was facing the doorway, hopefully hiding most—if not all—of her once-again-naked self. It only took a few minutes before she heard someone enter the office, stop, then push the door closed. She prayed no one other than John had come in, then slowly spun the chair around to face him. The expression on John’s face seared her to the bone. Leigh shivered, anticipating what he might do. John walked to his desk then leaned across, resting his weight on the knuckles of both hands. “So what do I get now that I’ve found you?” The husky tone of his voice sent another wave of heat coursing through Leigh’s body. “That depends,” she responded coyly. “On?” “On whether you’re finished with the contract or not.” John didn't look away, but he didn't respond. Unwilling to give up on having a free weekend together, Leigh remained still without breaking eye contact. Finally, John’s lip curled into a grin. “I finished it.” Thank God. Leigh smiled back then stood and mirrored John’s stance by leaning onto her hands over the desk. Their faces were only inches away. She continued to look him in the eye as she whispered, “Then you get me.” “Good answer,” he growled as he grabbed her behind the neck with one hand so he could pull her forward and capture her lips in a kiss that made her toes curl. It didn’t take Leigh long to realize that the desk was a barrier that needed to go. As John continued to plunder her lips, she crawled onto the desk and across to the other side. Being on her knees on top of the desk gave her a slight advantage. She grabbed John’s face with both hands and battled for control of their kiss.
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John seemed unwilling to relinquish control. He pulled her to one side, making her lose her balance. Papers and pens scattered as she tipped over, but John kept her from falling onto the desk. He cradled her in one arm and found her breast with his free hand. Leigh moaned into John’s mouth as he teased her nipple into a hard pebble. Leigh could feel heat spiraling through her body. She wanted to feel John’s warm, hard body pressed against her. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, struggling to free them so she could peel the material aside and find the warmth of his bare skin. John broke their kiss and blazed a trail along the side of her neck. Leigh’s breath caught in her throat when he found that particularly sensitive spot below her ear. When he made it to her breast she arched her back, offering it up, eager for his attentions. Her fingers sank into his hair and she clung to him like a lifeline. More. She needed more. She wanted to give him more. Some part of her brain registered that John had on entirely too many clothes. She’d at least managed to unbutton his shirt. The bottom edge tickled one of her thighs. As he did wicked, delightful things to her breast, she fumbled with his belt. She had barely gotten the end of his belt through the buckle when John laid her back on the desk and kissed his way down her belly. When John’s kisses reached her pubic hair, he slid her around so that her legs dangled over the edge of the desk. “Wha…” Leigh gasped for breath as John shouldered his way between her thighs and his lips clamped onto her swollen clit. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out when he began to lick and suckle in earnest. She struggled to find some leverage to maneuver her hips. John finally took mercy on her and tossed one leg over his shoulder and slid one hand under her hips. He knew exactly what angle she was looking for. With his free hand, he thrust one finger inside her dripping pussy. Leigh cried out as her orgasm crashed over her.
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Wave after wave of pleasure was rippling through her when John grabbed her hips and slid deep inside her. She opened her eyes and saw him clenching his jaw, struggling to retain some control. “Fuck me, John. Fuck me hard.” It seemed that was all the encouragement he needed. John pulled back, letting his swollen cock hover on the edge of her opening, then slammed into her again. Leigh’s breath caught and she bit her lip trying to stifle any sounds she might make. John had considerable control over his emotions and his passions but she strongly suspected she had pushed him to his limit. His passion was unleashed and she reveled in it. John’s hips pistoned in and out, and she tried in vain to gain some kind of hand hold to ride out the storm. Her already overheated core turned into liquid fire as he increased his tempo. Leigh’s hyper-sensitive breasts jiggled with each thrust. The pressure inside of her spiraled higher, signaling the buildup of another orgasm. She reached down with one hand and found her swollen clit. With just a few flicks of her finger, she added the sensation she needed to topple into ecstasy. Even as she rode out another tidal wave of sensation, Leigh could feel John stiffen and grip her hips almost painfully. She heard his hoarse cry of triumph then he slumped over Leigh’s prone form on the desk. For several minutes they lay on the desk trying to catch their breath. Leigh honestly didn’t care if the entire cleaning crew came in at that moment. She loved being able to feel John’s wildly beating heart and knowing that she was the reason he seemed incapable of moving. Besides, she doubted she could even lift her head if someone did walk in on them. “I think you killed me, woman.” John’s voice was muffled against her chest. Leigh smiled to herself. “I hope not. You promised to take me to the lake this weekend.” John grunted then lifted his head. Their eyes met and she let all of the love she felt for him bubble to the surface. There was a tender look on his face but it was quickly 40
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replaced by the playful expression she was so very fond of. John looked down at her breasts then placed a loud, smacking kiss on both of them. Leigh ran her fingers through his now-mussed hair and across his broad back, enjoying the feel of him over and inside her. “We need to get dressed before someone walks in on us,” John said as he continued to nuzzle one breast. “I know.” Leigh sighed loudly. “I just don’t know if I can move quite yet.” John stood, taking his weight off Leigh. She instantly missed the closeness and his warmth. John reached for her hands to help her sit up on the desk then leaned down and kissed her gently. Leigh knew at that moment she would have done anything in the world for him. Sometimes the intensity of her feelings for him scared her. As if sensing her feelings, John pulled back and looked her in the eye. “I love you. You know that, right?” Leigh swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and nodded. She responded with their most intimate endearment, “Love you more.” John kissed her again and smiled. “Come on. Let’s get home. We have much more comfortable places to do this in.” He stepped back but kept a hold of her hand to help her off the desk. “Absolutely,” she muttered as she slid the last couple of inches until her feet touched the floor. When she stood, she felt something stuck to her bottom. She turned to look behind her while John made poor attempt to contain his laughter. “Good God,” she muttered then reached down to pull off the paper stuck to her butt. Whatever it was, she was pretty sure they had just had sex on it. John chuckled as he leaned in closer, probably to see what the paper was. “Oh no,” Leigh said, looking up at John. “I think it’s part of the contract you were just working on.” She looked back at the document. “And you made a bunch of notes
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on the side but now they’re blurry and hard to read.” Leigh felt her face turn pink. “And the other page is still damp.” She wasn’t sure what he would have to do if they ruined his only copy. “Don’t worry about it, hon,” John said between chuckles. “It’s not funny,” she exclaimed as she swatted him. “You can’t send Legal a contract that looks like that. Especially with my…it has…” she sputtered. “It’s got bodily fluids on it,” she finally managed to say. John burst out laughing then reached over and plucked the pages from her hands. He dropped the pages on the desk then pulled her into a hug. “Yeah, and it’s crinkled and probably has your butt print on it too.” Leigh tried to wriggle out of John’s arms but he wouldn’t release his hold. “I’m serious, John. You’ve been working all evening on that. I don’t want you to have to do a bunch of extra work just because we got carried away.” John backed her up until she felt the desk behind her then took her face in his hands and looked her in the eye. “It’s okay. I’ll be able to decipher my notes tomorrow.” John talked over any protest Leigh wanted to make. “And I can reprint those pages from Quinton’s email. Quit worrying.” He kissed her quickly on the lips then her nose. He slid his hands down the sides of her neck then over her shoulders and down her arms. He took both of Leigh’s hands in his and brought them up to his mouth and placed a kiss on each. “Now, can we go home before someone walks in and sees that luscious body of yours and I have to gouge their eyes out with a letter opener?” John asked. Leigh was startled by the serious tone of his voice. “Yes, we probably should get going.” She met John halfway for one last, quick kiss, then slipped past him to go find her clothes. Her skirt was on the couch, but she wasn’t sure where she’d left her blouse. She scooped up her shoes from the floor in front of the couch then nabbed her skirt as she stood upright. Behind her, John laughed. It was a loud, belly laugh. 42
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With her brows furrowed in question, Leigh looked over her shoulder at him. He had zipped his pants and buttoned his shirt most of the way, but his belt was still hanging loose around his waist. She had no idea what had come over him all of a sudden. “What’s so funny?” John seemed to struggle to keep his laughter in check, but wasn’t succeeding. He walked toward her then grasped both her hands. As he failed to choke back his laughter, he said, “I don’t think re-reading the notes I’d written on those pages will be a problem.” He leaned over and looked at the back side of her right hip. “It appears that you have a slightly blurry copy on your butt.” “I what?” Leigh exclaimed. She tugged her hands free and twisted around, trying to see. John held her in place by her hips as he knelt beside her. He laughed even harder as he peered at the fuzzy blue ink spots on her butt. “Good God,” she muttered. “That’s rather embarrassing.” Grinning from ear to ear, John looked up at her. “Yeah, but no one other than me is going to see it, so who cares?” He placed a loud, playful kiss where the ink stained her skin then stood to his full height. “Well thank God for that.” She licked one of her fingers and tried to rub off some of the ink. John grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I’ll help you scrub it off in the shower after we get home.” Leigh grinned, giving in to the humor of the situation. “I believe I’ll take you up on that offer.” With a twinkle in her eye, she challenged him, “Whoever gets home first gets to pick which soap we use?” “Absolutely.”
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About the Author Dena Garson loves to read romance—the hotter the better. When one of her BFFs said “one of us should be writing this stuff”, she took up the challenge. If she isn’t writing, she’s designing jewelry but somehow she still manages to make it into the office on a regular basis.
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