Chapter 12
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 immactely tidy,bed back from his face rather than in
dishevelled curls falling over his forehead.
In his hand he held a crystal ss with a couple of fingers of whiskey within.
Under her gaze, he leaned back in the chair and ced 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 ce 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 ced the photo down on the desk. “I need some tape,” she told
him hesitantly.
“There’s tape in the kitchen, 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 theers of his eyes. “They wouldn’t daree in here.”
“I am sorry,” she reached out for the photo, taking thement as a reprimand. She shouldn’t have
come into his study, either.
“I was not telling you off,” he took the 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
across to the wall of cupboards, and opening one to reveal rows of neat files, stationery, and a printer.
She could not see what he did, his back 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 the print-out.
“A spare,” he was pleased with himself. “In case of further incidents.”
“Thank you,” she said. He did not, she thought, have any idea how precious that spare was to her, his
kindness was offhand, because he was bored, hiding out in his office whilst Angelique’s guests took
over the house.
He stroked a lock of hair back from her face, tracing the line of her cheek down to her chin. For a
moment as he lifted her chin so that their 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 ear.
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He pulled her hips towards him as he sucked and nipped along the line of her neck and she arched her
head to the side to grant him free ess, his mouth against her skin causing her whole body to ache
with need, as if she were still in heat.
He gathered the fabric of her dress between his fingers, bringing it up around her waist, and found the
panties that she wore below, sending them sliding down her thighs until they fell to her ankles. She
stepped free of them. His palms against her arse were hot.
He reached between them, and released the button of his trousers, the pressure of his c-ck against the
zip sliding it down. “Do you know how to use your mouth on a man?” He asked her, his eyes shing
with his wolf and his voice hoarse. He saw the answer on her face. “I am sure you’ll work it out.”
She dropped to her knees, and he braced against the door with his elbow, angling his c-ck. He watched
as she tentatively ran her tongue over the tip of him, where the slit beaded already with pree. His
groan was encouraging and, emboldened by that evidence of his enjoyment, she took him into her
mouth, keeping her teeth from his skin.
“Oh, f-k,” he moaned, his hips thrusting. “Press your tongue up against me… Oh, yes,” his eyes
narrowed to slits but her continued to watch her as he slid his c-ck in and out of her mouth, watching as
her cheeks hollowed.
She felt drool run down her chin, but ignored it, focused on bringing him pleasure. His fingers clenched
into her hair, and he thrust to the point that hisk struck the back of her throat, causing her to gag. His
exmation was filthy. “You have a good mouth on you, little one,” he groaned releasing his hair and
pulling himself free. “But I want toe in you.”
He lifted her to her feet, his hands sliding down her back until he could pull her dress up, and then he
ced his hands on her arse and lifted her so that she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms
around his neck, the change of position pushing his c-ck into her so that she moaned.
“Good,” he breathed against her neck. “Missed my c-ck today did you, my little wife?” He began to
thrust, the door vibrating in the frame beneath the force of his movement, and she clung, her fingers in
the thick hair at the nape of his neck, holding on for all that she was worth, whilst he pushed them both
into orgasm.
He panted for a long moment, holding her up against him, his heart racing between them, and then he
lowered her until her toes touched the floor and eased out of her.
“Well, run along then, I have things to do,” he stepped back as she released her grip on him and fixed
his trousers, reiming his whiskey from the tabletop, before returning to his seat as she hastily pulled
her underwear up to capture the slide of hise before it travelled down her thighs, and smoothed
her dress down, embarrassed by his nonchnt return to the office desk and offhand dismissal.
He looked out his window, his whiskey held in his hand, as she closed the door between them.