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His father shoots him a look that says that’s enough. Jonathon knows not to push his luck when that look comes from his father. After another thirty minutes of chatting and catching up, the two men stand to leave.  Jonathon leaves a hundred dollar bill on the bar and a business card.  He walks out of the restaurant with his father before sliding into the front seat of his BMW M4.  He starts the ignition smiling as the engine purrs under his feet.  He revs the engine before pulling out of the parking lot, heading south to his home in the Country Club of Louisiana. Ten minutes after leaving the restaurant, he pulls into the three-car garage of his home. He cuts the engine, sliding out of the car.  As he stands, his phone vibrates in his slacks.  He smiles as he sees a number he doesn’t know.  Bingo.

“Hello?”

“Jonathon?” Comes the voice of a woman.

“Yes?”

“Hi, this is umm… Adrian.”

“Well, hello Adrian.  Are you interested in being splayed across my desk?”  He hears the intake of her breath as he speaks the words.

“Maybe.”
Bingo.

”I’ll text you my address. When you get to the gate, just let them know you’re a guest of Jonathon Phillips.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.”

“Perfect.”

He hangs up the phone, walking into the den. He grabs a couple of glasses from the cabinet in the kitchen, sitting them on the bar.  He grabs the metal ice bucket and walks to the fridge to pour the ice.  Once the bucket is half full, he selects one of the bottles of chardonnay in his collection and places it inside.  He walks to his master bedroom and strips down to just his boxer briefs then slides on a pair of jeans. Just as he is buttoning them, the doorbell rings. 

Pulling up to the address, Adrian has to double check her phone.  She stares in shock at the home before her.  The huge brick house with red shutters and immaculate landscaping.  She puts her car in park with shaky hands.  She climbs out of the car and straightens the black dress she put on before heading over.  She wobbles on her heels and makes her way up the stairs leading to the porch.  She fluffs her hair while pressing the doorbell. When the door opens, she bites her lip.  Standing before her is every woman’s wet dream.  She can’t help but blatantly stare at the naked chest of the man in front of her.  Down his taut abs to the happy trail poking out of his jeans, down to the bare feet standing before her. 

“My eyes are up here, Sugar.” 

She blushes, looking into his eyes.  The mischievous look in them has her smiling. 
Tonight is going to be fun.
  “Gonna come in?”

“I’d love to.”

She follows him through the living room, raking her eyes over the cream leather sectional and sixty-inch television.  She eyes all of the paintings on the wall as they make their way into the kitchen, which is extravagant.  There are cabinets everywhere with a center isle that holds an electric oven range.  “Wow, this is amazing.”  She looks around wide-eyed.

“I like to cook. It’s my favorite room in the house. My mom and I cooked a lot together.” He smiles fondly, thinking of the memories of his mother in the kitchen.  He grabs the wine and holds it up to her.  “Would you like some?” 

“Yes, please.” 

He pours the wine then hands her one of the glasses. She swirls the glass before lifting it to her lips, letting the liquid slide over her tongue.  She lets out a groan of approval before looking at him.

“I want to taste.”  He grabs her chin and leans down to lick the wine from her lips.  She moans, sliding her tongue out to meet his.  He grabs the glasses, sitting them on the bar before lifting her by the hips and sitting her on the bar. “Lean back sweetheart, I have an idea.” He gives her a cocky grin before sliding the dress up her thighs. She leans back, lifting her ass as he slides the lace thong off her legs.  “This may be a little chilly.”  He looks in her eyes, grabbing the glass of wine off the counter and pouring a little down her slit.  She lets out a gasp as the cold liquid hits her sensitive flesh.  He looks up at her, sliding his tongue up her slit, licking the wine as it mixes with her own juices.  “Now that is amazing.” 

He spreads her legs on the counter, diving face first into her pussy.  His tongue sliding between her lips to taste her sweet nectar.  He pushes her legs further apart to open her to him.  “Such a pretty pussy, and it tastes fucking divine,” he mutters into her sex, continuing to lap up the juices. 

“Oh fuck! That feels amazing.” She squeals, grabbing the back of his head, pulling him into her.  He complies and licks faster on her clit. He slides his right hand up her thigh, sliding two fingers into her channel. Within seconds, she is trembling, ready to orgasm.  Jonathon licks her clit faster, harder, sliding his fingers in and out, curling them to hit her g-spot.  “Jonathon!” She lets out as her head goes back and her sex explodes on his tongue. 

He stands up, looking at her hooded eyes as she starts to come down from the pleasure he’s provided.  He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a condom and rips the package with his teeth.  He unzips his pants, pulling his hard cock out, and slides the latex over his length. He grabs her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter, slamming into her balls deep.  Their eyes connect as he slams back and forth into her.  This isn’t about a connection, this is primal— obtaining a release.  As he pounds into her, her features start to change.  Her straight blonde hair becomes wavy brown and the green eyes turn to hazel.  He smells the faint smell of lavender and vanilla as his balls tighten.  He slams into her one more time and screams out “Kimberly!”  Instantly, the woman underneath him goes rigid and he realizes his mistake.  “Oh God!  Adrian, I’m so sorry.”

“Get off me.” She hesitates before pushing him off of her. She pulls her dress down and hops off the counter.  She grabs the glass of wine, downing it in one gulp before she turns to look at him.  “Thanks for the amazing sex.  I’m sorry I couldn’t be the person you really wanted.”  She smiles as she turns and makes her way to the door.  He runs after her trying to find a way to make this right. 

“Adrian.” 

“Don’t, it’s cool.”  She puts her hand up and exits his home. 

“Well hell, I guess I better mark Dan’s off the list of restaurants to meet dad at.”  Jonathon says to no one in particular and locks his door, making his way to his shower.  The last thought to cross his mind, is why the woman in the elevator invaded his thoughts. 

Two weeks later, Kimberly finds herself sitting behind the desk of her office at Kids Korner, looking over the month’s expenses.  She looks at her business account and sighs, realizing she has just enough for this month.  Next month she may be close to closing her doors.  Owning a daycare and getting arrested for texting while driving, do not go together.  More than a handful of parents pulled their children out of the center two days after the incident.  That was five thousand she was getting a month for those ten kids.  If she doesn’t find a way to save her reputation, she will lose her business. 

“What am I going to do?” 

She hears a knock at her door.  She looks up to see her sister standing in the doorway.

“Rough day?”

“Yeah, something like that. I don’t know what I’m going to do. Stanley won’t help me because he wants me to sell body organs to be able to pay for it.”

“I’ve seen a few of his trials, maybe you should sell your body instead.”  Her sister smiles while waggling her eyebrows.  Kimberly thinks back to the elevator incident with Jonathon and an idea clicks into her head. 

“You know what… You may have an idea.”

“Kimberly! I was joking!” Her sister looks shocked.

“I know, but Jonathon made a comment about spreading me across his desk.” 

“Kimberly Ann!”

“What Sarah? I need their help, if I don’t want to lose everything I worked so hard for, I need to get this to disappear.”

“You’re thirty-years-old!  You aren’t some hooker Kim!”

“Well, I may have an idea. I’ll see you in a little while.” Kimberly says, standing to make her way out of the office.

“Leave me out of any details. I don’t want to know.”

Kimberly waves her hand as she gets in her car to drive to Victoria Secret to get what she needs to make sure her plan goes through flawlessly. Once her outfit of choice is set, she makes her way home, thanking God she stopped two days ago to get that Brazilian wax she had a Groupon for.

Walking into the office and seeing both Jonathon and Emerson sitting in the two lounge chairs, gives Kimberly the confidence she needs.  Her long brown hair is in waves down her back and the rouge on her lips, matches the five inch heels on her feet.  Emerson and Jonathon are so deep in conversation that they don’t even notice her standing in the open door.  They both are holding a crystal glass with scotch on the rocks in it.  Kimberly slips her jacket off as she clears her throat.  Please Lord don’t let them turn me down, she thinks to herself. 

“Kimberly?” Jonathon asks, rising but then stopping and siting back down as he takes in her attire. 

“I need your help.  You are the best in the city and I need the best.  I’ll do anything I have to do.”  Kimberly says while turning in a circle, showing off her curves underneath the open buttons of the long sleeve shirt she is wearing.  She has a pair of red-lace boy-shorts that show off just enough of her ass cheeks and a bra that matches, pushing her small D breasts to a full double D.  She turns back to the men as a smile creeps upon her face. 

“And just what are you suggesting Ms. Weston?” Emerson asks, reaching for his tie, loosening it.  He stares in shock at the woman who has invaded his every thought for the past two weeks.

“Exactly what I said.  You cannot tell me that you didn’t feel the electricity between us two weeks ago.” 

“You are right, but what makes you think Jonathon would want this?” 

“The conversation I had with him in the elevator after I left your office.”  She replies haughtily. 

Jonathon actually has the decency to blush while unbuttoning the top of his shirt.  “Please Ms. Weston, show me what you had in mind.” 

She walks over to Jonathon, her confidence starting to waver as she stands in front of the two men.  She feels as if she is now the hunted instead of the hunter.  When she reaches him, he sets the crystal glass on the black table between him and Emerson. He opens her shirt, revealing the red lace of her bra.  “Very nice, Kimberly.”  He reaches his hands up her smooth stomach to her breasts, cupping them.  “Don’t you think Emerson?”  He questions while taking his eyes off of her to look at his partner.

“Well, I believe her ass is rather stunning.” Emerson huskily replies as his hand slips over the curve of her bottom. 

“So, are we going to work out a payment opportunity for me?” Kimberly replies breathlessly while Emerson grabs a handful of her ass. 

“I think we may be able to work something out, milady.” Jonathon retorts, reaching out, wrapping his hands into the thick curls on her head.  He pulls her to him as his lips meet hers.  His tongue slips across her lips as she lets out a moan of pleasure.  She is so caught up in the moment that she doesn’t even notice Emerson drop to his knees behind her until she feels the lace scraping her thighs.  This was supposed to be a financial merger between business associates but as she feels the fingers gliding over the lips of her pussy, Kimberly realizes she may be getting more than she’s bargained for.

“Show me just how well you can use that sexy little mouth of yours, Kimberly.” Jonathon gives her a cocky grin, unzipping his black slacks and pulling out his cock. Kimberly moans in anticipation, looking at the big thick cock in front of her.  She nods in answer before she leans over placing her hands on his knees so that she doesn’t mess up what Emerson is doing with her pussy.  She moans in pleasure, feeling two fingers slide into her channel.

“Fuck Jonathon. She’s tight as hell.” Emerson lets out on a groan, pulling his fingers from her pussy. Kimberly immediately lets out a whimper in protest, but before she can voice her distress he smacks her ass. “Don’t you worry your head, pretty girl.   I will make sure you feel pleasure, but first I want to see if you taste as delicious as you smell.”  Kimberly looks over her shoulder, seeing Emerson slide his fingers into his mouth, groaning in approval as her juices run over his taste buds. A shiver runs through her as he grabs her hips pulling her back. She slips as he pulls her back, her head falling not so gracefully into Jonathon’s lap. She looks up with what she tries to convey as seductive eyes and by the lust she sees burning into his, she has achieved her goal.  Wrapping her slender fingers around his engorged member, she feels hot breath on her sex.  As she lowers her mouth to wrap it around the tip of Jonathon’s cock, she feels Emerson’s tongue slide from the entrance of her pussy to the tip of her clit.  She can feel his tongue swirling around on her clit.  She tries to mimic the swirls of his tongue on her pussy to match what she is doing to the cock in her mouth.