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It only took a few minutes before she heard someone enter
the office, stop, then push the door closed. She prayed no one other than John
had come in, then slowly spun the chair around to face him.

The expression on John’s face seared her to the bone. Leigh
shivered, anticipating what he might do.

John walked to his desk then leaned across, resting his
weight on the knuckles of both hands. “So what do I get now that I’ve found
you?”

The husky tone of his voice sent another wave of heat
coursing through Leigh’s body. “That depends,” she responded coyly.

“On?”

“On whether you’re finished with the contract or not.”

John didn't look away, but he didn't respond. Unwilling to give
up on having a free weekend together, Leigh remained still without breaking eye
contact.

Finally, John’s lip curled into a grin. “I finished it.”

Thank God. Leigh smiled back then stood and mirrored John’s
stance by leaning onto her hands over the desk. Their faces were only inches
away. She continued to look him in the eye as she whispered, “Then you get me.”

“Good answer,” he growled as he grabbed her behind the neck
with one hand so he could pull her forward and capture her lips in a kiss that
made her toes curl.

It didn’t take Leigh long to realize that the desk was a
barrier that needed to go. As John continued to plunder her lips, she crawled
onto the desk and across to the other side. Being on her knees on top of the
desk gave her a slight advantage. She grabbed John’s face with both hands and
battled for control of their kiss.

John seemed unwilling to relinquish control. He pulled her
to one side, making her lose her balance. Papers and pens scattered as she
tipped over, but John kept her from falling onto the desk. He cradled her in
one arm and found her breast with his free hand. Leigh moaned into John’s mouth
as he teased her nipple into a hard pebble.

Leigh could feel heat spiraling through her body. She wanted
to feel John’s warm, hard body pressed against her. She fumbled with the
buttons of his shirt, struggling to free them so she could peel the material
aside and find the warmth of his bare skin.

John broke their kiss and blazed a trail along the side of
her neck. Leigh’s breath caught in her throat when he found that particularly
sensitive spot below her ear. When he made it to her breast she arched her
back, offering it up, eager for his attentions. Her fingers sank into his hair
and she clung to him like a lifeline.

More. She needed more. She wanted to give him more.

Some part of her brain registered that John had on entirely
too many clothes. She’d at least managed to unbutton his shirt. The bottom edge
tickled one of her thighs. As he did wicked, delightful things to her breast,
she fumbled with his belt. She had barely gotten the end of his belt through
the buckle when John laid her back on the desk and kissed his way down her
belly.

When John’s kisses reached her pubic hair, he slid her
around so that her legs dangled over the edge of the desk.

“Wha…” Leigh gasped for breath as John shouldered his way
between her thighs and his lips clamped onto her swollen clit. She had to bite
her lip to keep from crying out when he began to lick and suckle in earnest.
She struggled to find some leverage to maneuver her hips. John finally took
mercy on her and tossed one leg over his shoulder and slid one hand under her
hips. He knew exactly what angle she was looking for. With his free hand, he
thrust one finger inside her dripping pussy. Leigh cried out as her orgasm
crashed over her.

Wave after wave of pleasure was rippling through her when
John grabbed her hips and slid deep inside her. She opened her eyes and saw him
clenching his jaw, struggling to retain some control.

“Fuck me, John. Fuck me hard.”

It seemed that was all the encouragement he needed. John
pulled back, letting his swollen cock hover on the edge of her opening, then
slammed into her again. Leigh’s breath caught and she bit her lip trying to
stifle any sounds she might make. John had considerable control over his
emotions and his passions but she strongly suspected she had pushed him to his
limit. His passion was unleashed and she reveled in it.

John’s hips pistoned in and out, and she tried in vain to
gain some kind of hand hold to ride out the storm. Her already overheated core
turned into liquid fire as he increased his tempo. Leigh’s hyper-sensitive
breasts 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 just because we got
carried away.”

John backed her up until she felt the desk behind her then
took her face in his hands and looked her in the eye. “It’s okay. I’ll be able
to decipher my notes tomorrow.” John talked over any protest Leigh wanted to
make. “And I can reprint those pages from Quinton’s email. Quit worrying.” He
kissed her quickly on the lips then her nose.

He slid his hands down the sides of her neck then over her
shoulders and down her arms. He took both of Leigh’s hands in his and brought
them up to his mouth and placed a kiss on each.

“Now, can we go home before someone walks in and sees that
luscious body of yours and I have to gouge their eyes out with a letter
opener?” John asked.

Leigh was startled by the serious tone of his voice. “Yes,
we probably should get going.”

She met John halfway for one last, quick kiss, then slipped
past him to go find her clothes. Her skirt was on the couch, but she wasn’t
sure where she’d left her blouse. She scooped up her shoes from the floor in
front of the couch then nabbed her skirt as she stood upright. Behind her, John
laughed. It was a loud, belly laugh.

With her brows furrowed in question, Leigh looked over her
shoulder at him. He had zipped his pants and buttoned his shirt most of the
way, but his belt was still hanging loose around his waist. She had no idea
what had come over him all of a sudden. “What’s so funny?”

John seemed to struggle to keep his laughter in check, but
wasn’t succeeding. He walked toward her then grasped both her hands. As he
failed to choke back his laughter, he said, “I don’t think re-reading the notes
I’d written on those pages will be a problem.” He leaned over and looked at the
back side of her right hip. “It appears that you have a slightly blurry copy on
your butt.”

“I what?” Leigh exclaimed. She tugged her hands free and
twisted around, trying to see.

John held her in place by her hips as he knelt beside her.
He laughed even harder as he peered at the fuzzy blue ink spots on her butt.

“Good God,” she muttered. “That’s rather embarrassing.”

Grinning from ear to ear, John looked up at her. “Yeah, but
no one other than me is going to see it, so who cares?” He placed a loud,
playful kiss where the ink stained her skin then stood to his full height.

“Well thank God for that.” She licked one of her fingers and
tried to rub off some of the ink.

John grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I’ll help you scrub it
off in the shower after we get home.”

Leigh grinned, giving in to the humor of the situation. “I
believe I’ll take you up on that offer.” With a twinkle in her eye, she
challenged him, “Whoever gets home first gets to pick which soap we use?”

“Absolutely.”

Dena Garson loves to read romance—the hotter the better.
When one of her BFFs said “one of us should be writing this stuff”, she took up
the challenge. If she isn’t writing, she’s designing jewelry but somehow she
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