meeting in ten minutes.”
He said nothing, looked at the four telephones on her desk, picked up the nearest one, and handed it to her. “The meeting can go ahead without you, surely?”
Judy hesitated as he walked behind her, then she felt his right arm in the small of her back, pressing her against his frayed khaki sweater. She took the telephone from him. “Tell Tom to start the meeting without me, Annette.”
“Miss Jordan, I have Los Angeles on the line.”
Judy put her hand over the mouthpiece and looked at Mark firmly. “Just give me ten minutes, okay?”
He sat down in her white leather desk chair, and Judy switched her attention to the telephone. “Swifty? Hi, how are you? About the 1979 agreement, there are a few points I want to clear up with you before we finalize.” She dragged a heavy file toward her.
Exactly ten minutes later, Judy was still discussing subclauses, when she felt strong tapering fingers creep slowly up the inside of her thighs, stroking the petal-soft skin as the fingers moved upwards toward the neat globes of her buttocks in their covering of coffee-covered lace. Judy pressed her thighs together in discouragement. The fingers were not discouraged; instead they parted the thighs, pushing them apart so firmly that it felt almost painful; the fingers continued to stroke the pale skin, working relentlessly upward, then two hard flat palms molded themselves over Judy’s rounded buttocks and squeezed gently, savoring the firmness of her flesh in silken covering.
Damn you, Mark, and damn your lovely hands, Judy cursed him to herself, as she stood over her desk and tried toabsorb the complicated point which the agent was explaining over the telephone. Right now, she had serious things on her mind—and again she wondered, a little cynically, if Mark’s relish for making love in her office wasn’t a way of expressing his resentment against the career which, as she had explained to this unexpected, thrilling man in her life, always would be her first love.
As she leaned forward to make another note, an insinuating finger traced the crease of her buttocks, and carried the movement down between her legs, transmitting a caress through the screen of silk and lace. His light butterfly touches felt like flames licking her legs. Most of Judy’s consciousness was now confined to that small part of her body which he was stroking, but she struggled to keep her mind on the representation agreement. She felt Mark’s fingertips carefully push aside the gauzy fabric and intrude between her moist lips. Then he knelt down behind her and his warm, wet mouth kissed the inside of her thighs, lightly at first, and then more and more hungrily as his fingers reached deeper into her. He pushed her thighs further apart and she swayed in obedience to his touch, helpless to regain control of her trembling knees.
“Mark,” she whispered angrily, her hand over the mouthpiece, “darling, this is important! I have to do it.” Judy tried to concentrate on the long-distance conversation as Mark took another nip at her thigh and said, “I know you have to do it, darling Judy. You just go right ahead and do what you have to do, and I’ll do what I have to do.” He stood up behind her, reached his hands around her, unbuttoned her dress and slid each arm out of it. The dress fell to the floor. Then Mark pressed his body against Judy’s back and she realized that he was now naked and insistent. He ran his hands quickly up under the delicate brown silk and held her small breasts, slowly slipping into her as she tried to scrawl a note on the desk pad. He pulled her body back against his, rolling her small, hard nipples in his fingertips, and with her thighs braced against her desk she was trapped against him, the telephone still explaining into her left ear as Mark began to nibble the right ear. Damn it, she needed to hear Swifty’s opinion.
Mark’s pile of discarded khaki clothes on the floor reeked of stale
He said nothing, looked at the four telephones on her desk, picked up the nearest one, and handed it to her. “The meeting can go ahead without you, surely?”
Judy hesitated as he walked behind her, then she felt his right arm in the small of her back, pressing her against his frayed khaki sweater. She took the telephone from him. “Tell Tom to start the meeting without me, Annette.”
“Miss Jordan, I have Los Angeles on the line.”
Judy put her hand over the mouthpiece and looked at Mark firmly. “Just give me ten minutes, okay?”
He sat down in her white leather desk chair, and Judy switched her attention to the telephone. “Swifty? Hi, how are you? About the 1979 agreement, there are a few points I want to clear up with you before we finalize.” She dragged a heavy file toward her.
Exactly ten minutes later, Judy was still discussing subclauses, when she felt strong tapering fingers creep slowly up the inside of her thighs, stroking the petal-soft skin as the fingers moved upwards toward the neat globes of her buttocks in their covering of coffee-covered lace. Judy pressed her thighs together in discouragement. The fingers were not discouraged; instead they parted the thighs, pushing them apart so firmly that it felt almost painful; the fingers continued to stroke the pale skin, working relentlessly upward, then two hard flat palms molded themselves over Judy’s rounded buttocks and squeezed gently, savoring the firmness of her flesh in silken covering.
Damn you, Mark, and damn your lovely hands, Judy cursed him to herself, as she stood over her desk and tried toabsorb the complicated point which the agent was explaining over the telephone. Right now, she had serious things on her mind—and again she wondered, a little cynically, if Mark’s relish for making love in her office wasn’t a way of expressing his resentment against the career which, as she had explained to this unexpected, thrilling man in her life, always would be her first love.
As she leaned forward to make another note, an insinuating finger traced the crease of her buttocks, and carried the movement down between her legs, transmitting a caress through the screen of silk and lace. His light butterfly touches felt like flames licking her legs. Most of Judy’s consciousness was now confined to that small part of her body which he was stroking, but she struggled to keep her mind on the representation agreement. She felt Mark’s fingertips carefully push aside the gauzy fabric and intrude between her moist lips. Then he knelt down behind her and his warm, wet mouth kissed the inside of her thighs, lightly at first, and then more and more hungrily as his fingers reached deeper into her. He pushed her thighs further apart and she swayed in obedience to his touch, helpless to regain control of her trembling knees.
“Mark,” she whispered angrily, her hand over the mouthpiece, “darling, this is important! I have to do it.” Judy tried to concentrate on the long-distance conversation as Mark took another nip at her thigh and said, “I know you have to do it, darling Judy. You just go right ahead and do what you have to do, and I’ll do what I have to do.” He stood up behind her, reached his hands around her, unbuttoned her dress and slid each arm out of it. The dress fell to the floor. Then Mark pressed his body against Judy’s back and she realized that he was now naked and insistent. He ran his hands quickly up under the delicate brown silk and held her small breasts, slowly slipping into her as she tried to scrawl a note on the desk pad. He pulled her body back against his, rolling her small, hard nipples in his fingertips, and with her thighs braced against her desk she was trapped against him, the telephone still explaining into her left ear as Mark began to nibble the right ear. Damn it, she needed to hear Swifty’s opinion.
Mark’s pile of discarded khaki clothes on the floor reeked of stale
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