She walks into his office, as though she has done it many times before.....so natural. All of the uncertainty disappears. It is right that she has decided to meet him....

He's standing at the coffee machine...the aroma of freshly made coffee wafting through the air. He turns...his eyes light up when he sees her and he pulls her into his arms, kissing her all over her face, her lips, then just holding her tight. She can feel his body shaking against hers. He releases her and looks into her eyes. The love in those eyes that look back at him say it all. She can read the same in his eyes too. He still feels the same way.

They make small talk for a few minutes, then he offers her a cup, his knees going weak as he looks into her wide hazel eyes. She takes the coffee, and gazes back into his eyes. "Thank you," she smiles, then watches him go to his desk with his coffee and sit down.

Looking for another chair and seeing none, she wanders over to the window, and looks out as she sips her coffee.

He looks up and watches her walk by, her long, dark auburn hair bouncing from side to side, her body swaying with each step, those long beautiful legs. He's thinking how much he loves her.

He asks why she didn't let him know she was coming. She replies that she wanted to surprise him, which she did...more than she knew. He would have taken time off, but she said it was better this way, because whatever time they had would be enough for now.

She turns to look at him,... smiling, ......taking in his rugged features, those grey blue eyes, and brown hair, streaked with a bit of gray. The glasses he wears make him look very handsome, and sophisticated. She knows what he is thinking right now. She's so much in love with him.

He pats his lap and opens his arms for her. She slowly walks over to him and slides into it. "Mmmm," she says...."very comfortable." Reaching around her with both arms, he pulls her into him, just needing to feel close to her for a second.

She sets her coffee on the desk and hugs him tightly. She needs that too. He softly caresses her back, nuzzling his nose into her neck. "What kind of perfume is that?" he asks. "It's called Ex'cla-ma'tion," she replies. "I've seen it before," he remarks, then softly places his lips on her neck. She shivers slightly as his lips touch her.

He holds her with one arm, the other on his desk. "I could get used to this." "I could too, as long as I'm not distracting you from your work," she grins. He softly kisses her lips, listening to her deep sighs, as she kisses him back. "If you keep kissing me like that, I will never get any work done," he declares. She moves her lips over to his ear and whispers, "I won't kiss you anymore then."

He feels a slight chill go up his spine as her lips barely touch his ear. He knows she is becoming aroused and that she isn't going to tell him, because she knows that it will make him crazy. He squirms a bit, knowing what kind of effect she has on him. His hands slowly move up her legs, then he quickly puts his arms around her again, silently reprimanding himself, knowing he should be working. "Go back to work," she tells him, and he looks at her wondering if she will let him.

She laughs and looks the other way, then tries to slide off his lap. He pulls her back saying, "I want you near me.....I promise that I will be good. What are you going to do while I am working?" "Oh I'll just sit here and watch and will try to keep my hands off you," she responds. He begs her not to, because he works better that way. It's not a promise that either could really keep...but he would try to work anyway. "How will you concentrate on work if I am in your lap?" she asks. He shrugs his shoulders.

They look into each others eyes, as she moves closer and runs her fingers through his hair, pulling his face near...pressing her lips to his. "You are going to make me want you," he says hoarsely...as if she didn't know that already. He tries to look away from her eyes. He glances at her moist lips, then back to her eyes, an easy smile on his face.

His finger touches her lips. She takes it, puts it into her mouth and gently sucks it as she pulls it out. His eyes get wide as he watches her. He pulls her hard to him, kissing her passionately. She tells him, "You are making me shake." He replies with a sly grin, "I didn't mean to." She promises not to tease anymore.

His hand brushes past her breast and he looks to see her smiling. He ponders doing it again and does so, moving his hand a bit slower this time. She looks at him as she feels his hand touch her nipple through her silk blouse. She puts both hands on his face and draws him close, kissing him deeply. Their tongues intertwine, as he cups her breast in his hand, gently caressing it. She gently sucks on his tongue...shifting herself in his lap. He begins to feel the space in his pants getting smaller with her shifting....he bites her lip softly....licking it, sucking it.

Her hot breath touches him as she moves to his neck. He moans softly, and slips his hand under her blouse, brushing her tummy with his fingers. She takes a quick breath as he touches her. Her hand slides to the back of his head and through his hair.

His hand slowly inches up under her blouse, and he shudders from her breath on his neck. He cups her warm breast, as she gently sucks and nibbles on his neck. He asks, "Is this okay?" She says, "It is as long as you are okay with it." He's very happy just sitting there with her in his lap. They both know what they do to each other.

He kisses her again and tenderly caresses her nipple. She isn't going to kiss him back., ....is trying to stay away from his lips. She removes his hand and tells him, "We will be together ..later." Then she trembles as she thinks about making love with him. She leans to kiss him. He reminds her, "You weren't going to do that."

She giggles and covers her mouth with her hands, hoping that will work. He pries her hands away and pulls her towards him; she lets him, touching her fingers to his lips. He can hardly resist her touch, and closes his eyes. He wants her so much. She gets up from his lap, and stretches her arms into the air, then looks over her shoulder at him and grins. She begins to unbutton her blouse, very slowly, and with the last one, lets it slide from her shoulders and fall to the floor.

He slaps his hand to his forehead, and groans loudly, as she turns and slowly walks back over to him. She couldn't refrain. He looks at her, and asks, "Are you going to put your blouse back on or drive me nuts with those beautiful breasts?" She pouts, picks up her blouse and puts it back on. "I didn't say you 'had' to put it on...just wondered if you were going to", he says sternly, but with a wink. He kind of liked it. She raises an eyebrow and shows that she didn't button it either.

He begs, "Please rub your breasts against my face." She slowly brings them within his mouths reach, telling him, "They are all yours." He presses his cheek against her nipple, turning slowly to let his lips graze it, rubbing against it, making it erect. His tongue flicks the very end of her nipple, circling it, getting it wet. He places his lips around it and gently sucks it into his mouth.

Her breathing becomes erratic.

He reaches up with his other hand and feels for the other nipple, pushing them together, nuzzling his face between them, licking and kissing them all over. He sucks tenderly on the other nipple. She wants him to make love to her, now. As much as he wants her right at that minute, He tells her they will have to wait till later that evening...he has to get this work finished.

Not wanting to keep him any longer, she buttons her blouse and tucks it into her jeans, and sighs with remorse........ but knows that tonight will be unforgettable. She tells him where she is staying, and to meet her in the bar at seven. She picks up her purse. Then putting two fingers to her lips, she blows him a kiss as she walks out of the door.

He gets up and follows her, knowing that he should leave right now to be with her....hoping she understands. He watches her hips swing as she walks down the hall. He stumbles back to his desk, dizzy from the experience, wondering what just happened, and knowing he isn't going to do anything but sit there and just put in the rest of the day.