DowntoBusiness (2 page)

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.”

“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.

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.

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.”

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?”