Jonathan
“Any new messages?” I asked Helen through the speakerphone.
“No, nothing in the last thirty minutes, Sorry.”
I let go of the button and turned my chair to face the window, trying to imagine how things might have turned out if I hadn’t kissed her. I wondered if she would have accepted my offer by now or would I have been without her anyway.
The sound of my email turned me back to the computer, but it was just a circular. It wasn’t her.
I picked up the photo of my mother on the desk and looked at it, studying her face and trying to picture what it would be like to say goodbye and know that I wasn’t able to fulfill her last wish—that I wasn’t able to make her happy.
The thought alone was enough to make me press the button for Helen’s office again.
“Still no new messages,” she laughed, “or was it something else?”
“I need you to have James meet me downstairs in ten minutes.”
“But you’ve got Evan coming in about fifteen minutes. You cancelled on him the other day, remember?”
“Then you’ll have to cancel on him again. I need the car and I won’t be returning for the rest of the day.”
I let go of the button and started to gather my things together when my office phone rang. I picked it up again.
“Helen, it’ll be fine…”
“There’s a commotion downstairs, Jonathan. Another of your ladies. Should I just get her details and add her to the book? Tell her you’ll call or send her out some flowers?”
I hated the way she pre-empted some of my requests and made me sound like a complete ass. Was I really that bad? Kate had somehow managed to open my eyes to another side of a woman. She’d changed me.
I sat back down in the chair and sighed.
“No, just have her come up. I’d rather hear the abuse than someone else down there from the press.”
I waited for her to come up, wondering which scorned woman it could possibly be.
Unusually, I hadn’t had sex in a while, so I knew for certain that it had to be someone pre-Kate, though it annoyed me that as two consenting adults you couldn’t sleep with a woman and then not see her again. Why did emotions and feelings and everything else in between have to get in the way? Why did women feel the need to claim me as their boyfriend after letting me have a taste of them?
The door knocked and Helen walked in and smirked at me, her eyes trying to tell me something. I looked behind her at the woman who’d followed her in and my heart dropped. It was Kate.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised and shocked to see her. “I thought you were going to call?”
She dropped her large suitcase onto the floor, and I saw Helen’s eyes follow it.
“I’ll leave you both to it,” she said both confused and amused, closing the door behind her.
“I had to see you to say it,” Kate said, her voice low.
She watched me as I walked towards her, her uncontrollable thick light brown hair hanging loosely around her shoulders.
“You couldn’t keep away?” I asked, feeling my anticipation building. “You believe in what I said.”
She nodded, keeping her eyes focused on mine as I snaked my arm around her waist. Why did I love to touch her so much? What was it about this woman that made me addicted to feel her?
She licked her lips, biting the corner of them, teasing me more than she knew.
My fingers moved downwards and found the hem of her short summer dress and I moved my hand up the outside of her thigh.
“Jonathan…” she whispered. “Anyone could come in here and…”
“What did you have to say to me?” I asked, interrupting her and continuing my exploration of her skin.
“Y…yes.”
“Say it again.”
“Yes! Yes I want to marry you! Yes I’ll do it!”
I moved the strap of her dress out of the way and kissed her shoulder, the smooth skin igniting the fire inside me, and my other hand glided over her hip, the feel of it beneath my fingers making my manhood jump to life.
“And you’ve thought about it?” I asked, my teeth grazing her collarbone on my journey to her lips.
“Nothing but…”
“So you’re absolutely certain?”
She nodded as I guided her towards the couch, allowing me to take control of her and the moment.
“Jonathan, I…”
“Then let’s celebrate.”
My lips found hers and I kissed her hungrily, arousal filling every part of my body. I knew I wanted her. I’d done nothing but think about having sex with her since I first saw her at the bar, but now, even as I tried to tell myself to hold back, I couldn’t. I couldn’t take my hands off her perfect body.
She dropped to the couch and I pulled her panties down, letting my fingers touch her. She moaned against me, her eyes closed and head thrown back with pleasure.
I kissed her neck, unsure how long I could hold off from entering her as all I wanted was to be inside her and feel her heat on me.
Her fingers reached down to try and undo my belt, so I moved away and took it off, pulling my pants and underwear down.
Her hands instinctively went to my erection, holding and massaging it, almost sending me over the edge.
I buried my face against her skin and groaned, inhaling the smell of her perfume that only made me harder and want her more.
“Do you want me inside you?” I breathed against her ear.
She nodded.
“Do you?” I pressed. I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted her to tell me.
“Yes! Yes, I want you.”
I reached for my pants and pulled out my wallet, removing a condom from it and ripping it open with my teeth. She stared up at me, her eyes full of lust as I slid it over my length. It gave me great satisfaction to know I was about to give her what she wanted.
I watched her eyes as I thrust into her and she half sat up with the pleasure. I did it again, watching as I filled her with my length, watching the way her lips parted when she moaned.
Her fingers ran up my back under my shirt and pulled at my skin.
“Ah, Jonathan…” she whispered, as again my lips found hers and we kissed. I swallowed every sound she made until I pulled away, my rhythm building up.
I reached down and held one of her full, natural breasts through the material of her dress, the touch sending instant shockwaves through my body.
“Oh, God!” I called out, not caring that just beyond the wall and the door, my staff were. They most probably couldn’t hear me… us, but I didn’t want to stop and think about it. I didn’t want to lose momentum, and I felt the tension building up in my stomach, ready for release, only this time it was more powerful. I felt as though my body was on the verge of exploding with pleasure. I tried to slow it down, but my member spoke for itself, speeding up as I got closer and closer to climax.
She must have sensed it and pulled me down so my face was inches from hers, nestled in the curve of her neck as I came hard, my body rocking uncontrollably, igniting the tremors in hers. I felt her close around me, her legs tightening over my back, and we shook and cried out together.
I collapsed onto her, trying to catch my breath. We’d barely had a chance to finish when the intercom on my desk phone sounded.
“Shit!”
I pushed myself off her and grabbed around for my clothes.
She sat up and reached for her panties, sliding them on quickly as the buzzer sounded again.
I answered it as I pulled my underwear and pants up.
“Hi, Helen! Hi! yes?”
“Everything okay?”
“Um, yes. Yeah, it’s fine.” I exchanged a glance with Kate who smiled back hazily, and even though I’d just had the best office sex of my life with her, she looked amazing, radiant and goddamn sexy.
“Okay, good.” Helen paused. “I have Evan Jackson here?”
In all my haste with Kate, I’d forgotten about the meeting.
“Fine, I’m ready.” I lied, hoping I would have enough time to sort myself out before they got to my office, but the door opened just as I dropped the condom into the bin.
Evan and Helen took one look at the normally immaculate couch, my un-tucked shirt and Kate fixing the straps of her dress with swollen red lips and awkwardly stepped backwards.
“Bad timing?” Evan asked looking at me. “Sorry, Helen said to…”
“No, perfect timing actually!”
I went over to Kate, whose cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and I put my arm around her waist.
Helen eyed me suspiciously.
“Have you got something to say Jonathan?” she asked, confused slightly.
I took a deep breath, knowing that deep down I was doing the right thing. Once this news got out, there’d be no going back. The press would eat it up and every article would be about our nuptials. If we were going to announce it, now was a better time than ever.
“Well, yes. Evan, Helen. There’s someone I want you to meet. This is Kate. She’s my fiancé.