Justin sat behind his desk, a pair of ear buds in his ears as he listened to the man talk on the other and of the line. He muted the phone and sighed. Sometimes he hated dealing with negotiations, it wasn’t the back and forth that got him, it was the listening to people ramble on about reasons they thought the price should be higher, but Justin knew something they didn’t yet realize. Something that usually got him what he was after — a better price.

He checked his watch and yawned. It was almost midnight and he’d hated leaving Hannah for this, but when you did business on a global scale, sometimes you had to deal with people in other time zones. Since Justin hated having to trust someone else with negotiations, that meant meetings at odd hours.

“The property is prime, very popular.” The man on the other end of the line was saying. The office door opened. Justin looked up in time to see Hannah’s head pop in the door. He hit the button on the phone and spoke.

“I get that ocean front property is popular, but this is not easily accessible.” Justin waved her in while he talked to the other man. His breath caught in his throat at what she was wearing, or rather, wasn’t wearing. She had on a tiny red lace teddy that showed more than it hid.

He shifted in his seat as his dick hardened. Over the teddy she had on a long white wrapper that was so sheer there was no way it was meant for anything but decorating what he thought of as her already stunning body.

“Mr. Scarborough?”

“Um, yes.” He shook his head and tried to remember what he was saying. “As I said, the property is not easily accessible, it is going to cost me a considerable amount to import materials, not to mention the workmen to develop.” He continued to list reasons he wasn’t willing to pay the price the other man was asking, while stealing glances at Hannah. She was up to something. He suspected he might enjoy it, but what would it cost him?

The other man started speaking again, but it was just sound in his ear as Justin watched his wife, those words still felt a little alien to him, his wife. She advanced across the room, taking slow deliberate steps, almost stalking toward him as if she were a huntress and he her prey. She stalked across the room and the voice in his ear prattled on, forgotten.

Over the last several days, they had settled into a comfortable routine, they got up every morning, dressed and ate, then crossed the hall together to get busy. At lunch she joined him here to eat, but he’d yet to convince her to risk a quickie in the office, then they’d separate and each deal with their own business until the end of the day when they spent the evenings together, doing different things. Sometimes they spent time in the gym, sometimes they went out on the town. Justin didn’t care what they did as long as they were together. He’d discovered that not only did he not care what they were doing, he found he enjoyed things he might not have otherwise, simply because he enjoyed watching her enjoy it.

“Mr. Scarborough?” the voice echoed in his ear.

“Yes, I’m sorry, what was that again?” he tried to concentrate, but Hannah peeled off the diaphanous wrapper and let it fall to the ground. He couldn’t help but notice how she’d stopped hiding her body from him and instead strutted it, showing it off for him. He smiled as she came closer, held one finger over her lips then knelt.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Dervishi.” He didn’t wait for the other man to answer. “An emergency has come up here that needs my attention. I’ll have to call you back. I’ll be in touch.” He didn’t wait for an answer before hitting the button on the cord to his ear buds to disconnect the call, then tugging them free of his ears. He glanced at the phone to make sure it had disconnected, then tossed the ear pieces on the desk and gave Hannah his full attention.

“You were supposed to stay on the phone.” Her voice was soft and husky and made his cock throb. He was glad he was wearing a loose pair of running shorts instead of jeans or slacks. He had more room.

“I don’t think that would have worked.”

“But you said the risk of being caught is half the fun.” She reached out and caught the hem of his shorts, his hand brushing the skin on his thigh as she tugged at the lightweight fabric. They’d done some swimming earlier and he’d changed, but kept something comfortable on when he’d come to make the call, putting on only a white button down shirt in case Dervishi wanted a video conference instead of voice.

“Caught is one thing, screwing up a deal is another.” He lifted his hips and let her tug his shorts down. His dick popped free and bobbed as he sank back down against the leather of his desk chair.

Hannah moved closer. Her hand wrapped around his erection and squeezed while her gaze never left his face. “I thought it would be fun to play a little while you finished your call.”

“We can play all you want.” He resisted the urge to pull her up, bend her over the desk and screw her senseless. He had an idea of what she had in mind and wanted to see if she had enough nerve to go through with it. Not just here in his office, but at all. She’d been so horrified when he’d first used his mouth on her it had amused him a little. He’d seen her looking at him with curiosity, but had been waiting for her to decide on her own if she was interested in doing the same to him. It looked like she might be ready. He wasn’t doing anything to endanger that. His dick throbbed in her hand.

Her tongue peeked out as she licked her lips and he almost came right there. He felt like a green kid having his first time. Where the hell had his control gone? Her gaze dropped and she looked at his cock sticking out of the top of her hand. Her eyes grew a little wide, but her surprised look quickly passed behind what he’d come to recognize as her determined look. Her head dipped slowly. After a moment he felt it, tentative licks with her soft, pink tongue around the head, her soft lips kissing the tip. His fingers ached to bury themselves in her hair, to cup the back of her head and urge her mouth down over his aching rod. To feel that hot, wetness all the way down.

Instead, he gripped the arms of his chair and tipped his head back while he let her go at her own speed. After several long licks up the length of his manhood, she sucked the tip into her mouth, sinking slowly. Justin groaned as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. She pulled back, the edge of her teeth scraped along his sensitive skin and sent shivers up his spine. He wasn’t going to last much longer. She gazed up at him through the fringe of her lashes. The look was so enticing, so sexy he almost lost it right there. His fingers tightened on the chair until he was afraid he would break it. He should stop her, but he couldn’t. He held back as long as he could.

“I’m going to come,” he warned her. He’d never known a woman willing to let him come in their mouth, no matter how sexy the idea was, so he’d learned better.

Hannah looked at him and lowered her mouth farther over his erection, pushing him deeper into her throat. As her throat convulsed around him, he lost the last strangle hold on his control, and exploded down her throat. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she remained still until he finished and relaxed back against the chair. After a moment she pulled away and before smiling up at him, satisfied with herself.

It took him a moment to regain the ability to think, then knew it was his turn. He stood, briefly considered pulling up his shorts then dismissed it and kicked them aside. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her hard, tasting himself on her.