Chapter 13

A week later, Brianna was running errands on her lunch hour when Evelyn called to tell her that Jon was in the office.  As she hurried out of the store, the dark sky that had been threatening rain all day finally opened up and doused the city. Naturally, as soon as the first drop hit asphalt, all the cabs disappeared. Luckily she was only a few blocks from the office.

Practically running all the way – quite a feat in three inch heels – she made it, arriving only slightly damp.....almost. She was forced to stop at the corner and wait for the light to change. A big SUV rushed to beat the yellow light and plowed through a large puddle, sending a wall of water over Brianna, drenching her. Spluttering and mumbling curses under her breath, she continued to the office.    

“Oh my.” Evelyn grimaced at the sight of a dripping Brianna. “Is it raining that hard?”

“No some asshole hit a puddle at full speed and tried to drown me.” Brianna plucked at the white silk tank top that was sticking to her...everywhere.

“Some people are so inconsiderate.” Evelyn shook her head and stood. “I’ll see if I can find you a towel. Do you have any clothes you can change into?”

“Not really. All I have are a new pair of yoga pants I just bought.” She shrugged. “I guess I’ll find out if Dorothea was right about Jon not caring how I dressed.” She glanced at her watch. “I wonder why he didn’t call me to meet him?”

“I’m sure he’ll understand.” Evelyn assured her. “I told him you were at lunch. He’s meeting with Paul right now, so I thought I’d give you the heads up.”

“Thanks.”

In her office, Brianna peeled off her sodden skirt, dried herself with the towel Evelyn had managed to scrounge up for her and pulled on the yoga pants. There wasn’t much she could do about her shirt except wring it out as best she could. The clammy silk clung to her like a second skin, revealing every curve and hollow. The air conditioning in the building didn’t help matters either. She made a mental note to always keep a change of clothes in the office. You picked a great day to wear white!

She’d taken down her hair and was squeezing water out of it when the door between her office and Jon’s opened. Standing in the doorway, he smirked at the sight of his usually neat and prim assistant looking dishevelled. “That’s quite the fashion statement.”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “Yeah I thought I’d start a new trend.”

“The wet zen look?”

“Ha ha. You’re in a witty mood today.”

Jon shrugged, her obvious disgruntlement amusing. “I was talking to Lemma. Must have rubbed off.”

“Uh huh.” Hanging the towel neatly over the back of a chair to dry, Brianna kept her back to him and plucked at the material covering her breasts, trying to lessen the display before turning back to face him. “So what brings you into the city?”

“Dorothea had an appointment so I thought I’d come in with her instead of calling you or getting you to come out to the house.” He glanced at the wall sized calendar with events marked in different colours. “What’s that?”

“The big picture of your calendar. Black for band, blue for football, red for family and green for charity events.” She explained.

He studied the very full board and wrinkled his nose. He’d never realized his time was that thoroughly booked up. “That’s ugly.”

“That’s your life.”

They wandered into his office and sat down.

“What’s up?” Brianna forced herself into work mode despite her self-consciousness in regards to her attire....and the cold that was sinking into her bones from the damp silk.

“Tour dates are filling up. I wanted to go over them with you and explain how this works and what I need you to do.”

“Okay.” She leaned over to see the dates he’d scratched on a piece of paper. He was pretty technologically capable, but some things he still liked to see on paper.

While they were talking, Brianna tried to ignore her discomfort and focus on what he was saying, but it wasn’t easy. Between the wet material and cool air, her nipples were so hard they hurt and shivers wracked her body every few minutes.

It wasn’t any easier for Jon. He’d wondered how long her hair was and what it looked like down. The answer caused a stirring in his groin and an itching in his fingers. Then there was the lace details of her bra that were clearly visible.....and the highbeams pointing at him didn’t help either.  And every time she shivered, it just brought his attention back to her predicament.

After twenty minutes, he couldn’t stand it anymore. Reaching behind his head, he grabbed the neck of his t-shirt, pulled it off and tossed it to her. “Here. Go put this on before you catch your death. Your teeth are starting to chatter.” He hoped she took it as an act of kindness and not the self-preservation that it was.

Brianna wanted to protest, but she was too cold. “Thanks.”

When Dorothea walked in ten minutes later, her brows rose at the sight of her bare chested husband and his assistant wearing his shirt, her tousled hair hanging in waves halfway down her back, looking like she’d just gotten out of bed. “Something going that I should know about?”

Brianna quickly explained the situation, watching the other woman’s face carefully.

Dorothea winced in sympathy, winked and squeezed her shoulder. Turning to Jon she reached into the bag she was carrying and tossed him something. “Good thing I bought you new shirts today.”

He leaned back against the tiled wall that felt cool despite the steaming water spraying from the shower head at the other end of the enclosure. His eyes closed to better appreciate the sensations that were shooting through his body like lightning bolts with her every touch.

Slender hands smoothed lather over his shoulders and pecs, fingers weaving through his matted chest hair in search of the nailheads of his nipples. When she found them, she paused to play.

A groan escaped him as first her fingers, then her lips teased the sensitive paps. When her tongue joined the game, he bit his lip and shivered. He reached out to pull her closer, but she slid through his hands as she slowly dropped to kneel between his feet, her mouth blazing a searing trail on the way down to her prize – which had risen to meet her.

Nudging his legs further apart, manicured nails scraped lightly up his inner thigh, sending his anticipation soaring. One gentle hand cupped his sac, her thumb stroking and stretching the loose skin. The other hand rose to explore the hard pillar of flesh that signalled his desire. From base to swollen tip, her fingers traced every ridge and crevice, teasing him, making him harden even more. His breath hissed through his teeth, his hands clenched in an effort to resist the almost overwhelming urge to stop her and put an end to the torture.

But the pleasure she was doling out – and the need for more – kept his hands at his sides. What couldn’t be held back was the deep groan that was ripped from his throat. When her mouth joined in, he had to brace his legs to keep from collapsing onto the floor. Her tongue tasted him slowly and thoroughly, like she was savouring an unexpected treat. By the time she was finished, his entire length was glistening and throbbing.

Sinking lower, she gave her attention to his sac, licking and kissing the soft skin, then  taking first one ball, then the other into her mouth and sucking. When she dipped lower yet to flick her tongue over the bare, sensitive spot behind, his toes curled.

“Fuck, sugar!”

The low throaty chuckle that was her answer only made him tense more in anticipation of what she was going to do next. He sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of her mouth enveloping him, swallowing him whole. As she backed off her tongue slithered over his sensitive flesh. When just the tip remained behind her lips, her tongue swirled over and around it, giving special attention to the underside of the ridge at its base.

A shudder shook his body and he reached blindly to clench his fingers in her hair and tug. “You’re killing me!” The words were forced out through gritted teeth.

Her response was to take him deeper….and hum.

He almost came out of his skin. His heart was pounding, he was dripping in sweat and it felt like a thousand volts of electricity was firing through his nervous system. “Jesus sugar! Enough teasing! Suck it!”

Finally relenting, she began to slowly move back and forth, swallowing him then releasing him, over and over, sucking lightly. His hips bucked, augmenting her rhythm, sinking even deeper into her mouth.

As his passion rose and the end approached he opened his eyes to watch his aching flesh slide in and out of her mouth. Amber eyes gleamed up at him.

Jon’s eyes flew open. What the fuck?! He rubbed a hand over his face. Oh man. This is not good! Get her out of your head. Going down that road only leads to trouble. But chastising himself wouldn’t help. He couldn’t control his dreams. Chalking it up to seeing Brianna in that wet tank top was what sparked it, he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

But his throbbing cock wasn’t going to make it easy for him. He ached. Glancing at his wife sleeping beside him, he debated waking her up to help him, but he reminded himself that she needed her rest. So instead, he rose from the bed and headed for the bathroom to take care of it himself.

Standing in the shower, hot water pounding down on him, he wrapped a hand around his demanding flesh and pumped. He closed his eyes and pictured his beautiful wife – naked.  As his hand moved back and forth, his passion quickly rose once again. Speeding up his movements, he rushed towards the finish line. Just as he reached the point of no return, dark brown hair became auburn and brown eyes turned to glowing amber.

“Fuck.” Dispassionately, he watched his body pulse out its release, the water quickly washing the milky fluid down the drain and blew out a breath. If he couldn’t get this under control he was going to have to let Brianna go. His wife and family were more important than any employee….no matter how good she was.