by Dena Garson
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?”
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?”
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 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.
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.
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.
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 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 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.
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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.
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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