DowntoBusiness

by Dena Garson

  “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.

  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.

  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.”

  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.

  “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.

  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.”

  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.

  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.

  “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 still-clothed 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?”

  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.”

  “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.”