Page 109 of The Work Wife

“We’re at work,” she reminded him, thinking this would be all that was necessary.

As expected, he backed away. But instead of going to his desk, he closed the door.

“We never close the door.” Her voice came out in a squeak as he flipped the lock.

“I know.”

She hadn’t noticed they even had a lock. He stepped closer and pushed her laptop to the far end of her desk. He couldn’t be planning to—

He rolled her chair out far enough to pick her up and spin her around so she was sitting on the desk. He stepped between her legs and kissed her mouth, his tongue coaxing her lips to let him in. She did.

“What happens if someone knocks?”

“We never close the door,” he reiterated. “No one will knock.”

“Oh, God,” she managed to say as he undid her pants. “We’re really doing this?”

“Yes.” He had pulled her boots off and slid her pants and panties off in one motion. She reached for his pants, but instead he sat in the chair and pulled it closer, an evil grin on his face.

He took a moment to adjust the chair so he was at the perfect height to press kisses up her thigh before moving to the place she was now desperate for him to touch.

She may have moaned, she probably did. He didn’t stop.

In her experience, men performed this function as part of a ritual. The obligatory three minutes of oral earned them a free pass to complete the rest of the act according to their preferences.

But Wes obviously had a different goal in mind, and she was fast approaching that goal. She was on the edge. Of both her desk and climax. Fortunately Wes had a firm hold of her and she only fell over the latter.

She was still enjoying the aftershocks when Wes slid inside her, finishing them off completely a few strokes later.

“Wow.” She looked up at their ceiling while panting. “I should have tricked you into marrying me sooner.”

“I spent the last five years patiently waiting for you to ask me,” he joked as he stood and helped her up. “Hold on. You have a sticky note in your hair.”

He plucked it from her head and handed it over with a smile, and she felt something between them shift yet again. They were friends, they were lovers, but now something else lay unspoken between them.

Something deeper.

No sooner had they righted their clothes and opened the door than Cindy called to tell them they had a visitor.

Chapter 21

It was decided that Wes should go greet their visitor because she was probably there to see him. With a nervous smile he opened the glass door to see Holly McCafferty seated on the sofa where Jamie had touched his penis a month ago.

Back then it was nothing more than something to joke about. Now the thought made him stir even though he’d just been with her a few moments ago.

“Hi, Wes. I’m sorry to stop by unannounced. I was hoping to speak with you and your wife.”

“Of course. It’s no problem at all. Can I get you something to drink?” he asked. When she declined he led her to the office he’d just had sex in.

“Hi, Holly,” Jamie said with a smile as she stepped out from her desk. “How are you doing?”

“I couldn’t be better.” She sat at the small table and Jamie sat next to her. Wes wheeled his chair over to join the ladies. “Thanks to your willingness to testify, Lance has agreed to my terms to avoid the disgrace of going to court. It will all be settled in a few months and I can move on. I wanted to thank you again for coming to me and telling me what you saw.”

“It was not something I ever want to have to do, but I would if I was in the same position. The way I see it, it’s the worst thing someone can do to someone they are supposed to love.” Wes couldn’t help his vehemence on the topic.

“And that’s why I’m here today. I want the two of you to work up some designs for the Atlantic Global headquarters. I’d like to work with someone with integrity and you’ve proven you have plenty of it.”

Wes and Jamie looked at each other and then back at Holly.