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
T. K. F. Weisskopf Mark L. Van Name