Sex In Baron's Office

He had removed his suit jacket and it was slung negligently over the back of the chesterfield armchair of the less formal sitting area beyond the desk. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his tie knot had been loosened, but his hair was immaculately tidycombed back from his face rather than in dishevelled curls falling over his forehead.

In his hand he held a crystal glass with a couple of fingers of whiskey within.

Under her gaze, he leaned back in the chair and placed an ankle on his knee, raising his eyebrow

Jane’s heart raced. She remembered vividly the things they had done with each other over the past three days, how his body felt against and within her, and she wanted suddenly to pull off her sensible dress and place a knee to either side of his hips so that she could free his c-ck from his pinstriped blue trousers and take it into her.

“What is it that you have there?” He prompted into the silence left by her wandering mind.

She moved forward automatically and placed the photo down on the desk. “I need some tape,” she told him hesitantly.

no doubt… Ah,” he dropped his ankle from his knee. “Like me, you are hiding from Angelique’s guests, and my study is easier to get to than the kitchen. Plus,” he looked up at her, a smile creasing the comers of his eyes. “They wouldn’t dare come

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photo before she could, setting the whiskey down, and fitting the two halves together. “Hmm,” he opened a drawer and took some tape from it, and very carefully lined it up before taping it behind. “I think we can do better than that, though,” he said, and stood, walking

to her, and did not dare go closer to investigate. She heard the printer start, and after a moment he returned and passed her both the original photo and a copy scanned and printed onto photo paper, the tear a fine line across

he was pleased with himself. “In case of

how precious that spare was to her, his

eyes met, she thought that he would kiss her, and when he leaned forward, her eyes were already closing, her mouth softening for the caress, but it was not her lips that he kissed, but rather the pulse point below her

hips towards him as he sucked and nipped along the line of her neck and she arched her head to the side

below, sending them sliding down her thighs until they fell to her ankles. She stepped free of them. His palms against her

the zip sliding it down. “Do you know how to use your mouth on a man?” He asked her, his

tentatively ran her tongue over the tip of him, where the slit beaded already with pre-come. His groan was encouraging

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