by Dena Garson
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 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 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.”
“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.”
“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.”
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.”
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�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 clean-shaved 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.
“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 almost-naked 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.
“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?”
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.
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.
“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 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.
