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Stepping into the shower was refreshing, and woke me right up. The hot water felt good as it flowed over my naked body. Right away, Jareth entered my thoughts. It was starting to become a problem. I couldn't do anything without wild sexual fantasy's running through my head. As I gently lathered my breast, my nipples started to harden. Immediately I dropped my hands to my side. Snap out of it. I thought to myself. I didn't have time for this, and besides, I had to get a handle on this situation before it went too far. A sexual relationship with current clients was cause for termination, and I didn't want to lose my job. Trying to think about anything other than Jareth, I quickly finished up in the shower and got ready for work. As I stepped out of my room, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Cindy would usually make coffee in the mornings. We would then sit and chat for a few minutes, before I had to leave for work.

  The first creak of my footsteps on the old wooden staircase announced my presence, and I cringed. I knew Cindy would pick up where we left off last night. Truthfully, I was a little surprised she didn't try to conduct a full-scale interrogation last night. Maybe she was as tired as I was, but now she was wide-awake and I she would want details. "Good morning sunshine," she beckoned.

  "Morning," I answered as I took my time walking down the steep staircase. I had a little time before I had to leave for work, and I wanted to waste it anyway I could. The less time I had meant fewer questions from my nosey, but well-intentioned, roommate and best friend.

  "So..." she said as she sipped her coffee and peered up at me through her thick, blonde bangs. She sat there, on the couch, with her legs tucked under her and waited for an answer. Trying to ignore her, I set my purse and briefcase down at the base of stairs and walked to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. "C'mon, don't be that way," she giggled. "Was last night more than work, or what?" She asked.

  "No," I answered with conviction. "Not really," I made the mistake of softly saying to myself.

  "Oh... My... God... I heard that," Cindy uttered as she snapped to her feet and ran to the kitchen. "What the hell does not really mean?" She asked as she grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face her. "Spill it... Tell me everything," she demanded.

  "It's nothing really," I lied. "There's just a little something about him that... I don't know how to say it. That peeks my interest I guess. But it doesn't matter, he's a client."

  "Who cares if he's a client?" Cindy said in a nonchalant tone.

  "I care, more importantly, so would my boss and the partners at the firm," I said as shrugged my shoulders, breaking Cindy's grip. "You don't understand... I would lose my job. Not to mention the damage to my reputation. It would be really bad," I said as I sat down at our small, round, rickety kitchen table.

  "Girl, you've got to live a little. When did you start letting rules get in the way?" Cindy said with a sarcastic smile on her face.

  "Why am I even talking to you about this? I've got to get to work, and like I said, nothing’s going to happen," I smirked at Cindy, stood up, and walked towards the front door. She simply didn't understand. Talking about Jareth only made me want him more. If that was even possible, he was the very definition of sexy. Everything about him seemed to be designed to lure women towards him; designed to draw you close enough for his beautifully shaded green eyes to grab your very soul. Once he had you, it was all over with... All you could do was to allow yourself to be consumed with thoughts of making love to him, to fucking him, to experience the deep, sexual pleasure his body would surely offer. Running a few minutes late, I grabbed my purse and briefcase and jolted out the front door. "See you tonight," I hollered out to Cindy as the door shut behind me.

  Thank God. I’m at work. I thought to myself as I closed my office door behind me. Finally, I had something to do that would distract me from my thoughts about Jareth. As I sat behind my desk and pulled out my casework for my two upcoming trials, there was a light tapping on my office door. "Come in," I answered. The door opened slowly and Mrs. Lancaster slipped in, closing the door behind her, almost as if she didn't want anyone seeing her.

  "How was dinner?" She asked softly. "Did Jareth talk about family at all? I'm positive he's old money."

  "Dinner was fine, Mrs. Lancaster," I forced a smile out. "We didn't talk about his family at all. Other than the painting, that is." The look on Mrs. Lancaster’s face said it all. She was hoping I would help land the Summerfield family as her new clients.

  "Listen Quin, the Summerfield’s could be a big money client for this firm. Make sure you keep your professionalism. Do you understand me?" She asked as she stood straight and crossed her arms.

  "Yes, I understand what you mean," I said looking her directly in her eyes. "Now if that's all... I have a lot to do on Hillman case before trial," I forced out another fake smile.

  "Oh that's right... I almost forgot about that case," she carelessly laughed. "When you’re done, with whatever it is you’re doing, just drop it on my desk. Thanks," She added as she stepped out of my office.

  It was ten minutes after four in the afternoon when my phone buzzed. "Hello, Miss Wittmyer speaking," I answered.

  "Quin, are you done with Hillman file yet?" Mrs. Lancaster asked in a stern, somewhat frantic voice. "I need that file now," she added.

  "Yes ma'am. I'll have Lisa run it to your office right now." With a sudden click, Mrs. Lancaster hung up. Once again, she had waited to the last minute for something and was in a panic.

  "Lisa..." I called out as I pressed the intercom button on my office phone. "I need you to run the Hillman file to Mrs. Lancaster."

  "Sure thing, Quin," she replied. Within a few seconds, Lisa tapped on my door and came into my office. "By the way, Mr. Summerfield called earlier," she stood smiling. "He wanted me to let you know he would be stopping by in about thirty minutes."

  "When did he call?" I asked trying to hide the panic on my face.

  "Not long ago, maybe five minutes ago. I think it was when you were on the phone with Mrs. Lancaster," she cringed. "Also, I wanted to know if it was okay for me to leave after I drop off this file?" She asked.

  "Leave early?" I muttered while not paying attention. "Yea, it's fine," I quickly added. After all, the last thing I wanted was for Lisa to see me acting like a schoolgirl in front of a client. The mere thought of Jareth coming to the office caused my brain to turn to mush. What would his presence do?

  "Okay. Well I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she reached for the Hillman case folder.

  "Ah...yea, I'll see you tomorrow," I mumbled as Lisa turned and walked out. Somewhat tense, I glanced around my oversized, but extremely cluttered office. Being the daughter of a founding partner had its benefits. After my Father passed away, and I came to work for the firm, the partner’s board voted to give me his old office. It had sat vacant since his death, and I think the partner's simply wanted to do something nice for me. However, it was more than I needed, almost fifteen hundred square feet on the corner of the building. In the shape of a triangle, the two outer walls were all glass, so my view of the city was fantastic. The inner wall was all mahogany framed in beautifully polished brass. On one side there's a well-stocked mini bar loaded with top-shelf hard stuff. Slightly off to the left there's two chairs and a black, leather chesterfield. On the opposite side is a private bathroom with a shower and, rather large, walk-in closet. Even with all this space, I somehow had a messy office, or at least I thought of it as messy. Case folders stacked, a foot high, on the chairs. A time line of receipts strewn across the chesterfield. Basically, my office was a mess and I didn't want Jareth to see me as messy or unorganized. Unfortunately, time wasn't on my side. It would take hours, if not days, to straighten up and I didn't have that kind of time. Nevertheless, I had to make an attempt. Therefore, I quickly packed up the receipts on the chesterfield and then turned my attention to the case folders stacked on the chairs, but it was too late.

  From behind me, the smug sound of Jareth clearing his throat echoed throughout my office. The sound wasn't judgmental; i
t was more humorous, as if there was entertainment value in my chaotic disorder. Without turning around, I decided to confront his unspoken comment. "I suppose you find something amusing," I said as I continued my ill-fated attempt at appearing organized.

  "Actually, yes I do," he answered. "So this is your office. Not what I envisioned," he added in a soft tone as if talking to himself.

  "I know it's a bit messy, but that's how my mind works," I said as I walked the last stack of case folders over to my desk. "But I can assure you that my work is..."

  Jareth suddenly interrupted me. "I didn't retain you to clean," he said. "I apologize if my visit as caught you off guard."

  "No, no, not at all. Lisa told me you were stopping by. I've just been busy today," I smiled as I leaned against my desk. "So what is it I can do for you, Jareth?" I asked. All I really wanted to do was rip off his flat black, Armani button-up shirt and let my moist, warm lips slowly glide over his chest.

  "Actually, I stopped by because I have to fly to France in the morning. I thought I would have more time here, but something came up that requires my direct involvement," he said as he walked towards the bar. "Do you mind?" He asked as he reached for bottle of scotch.

  "Not at all."

  "And I wanted to take one more night to go over everything. Make sure you have everything you need to get started."

  "Sure. I completely understand. Let me close the door and grab your case folder."

  Jareth and I sat down on the chesterfield and started rehashing all the information he had provided me. At some point, I asked him to tell me more about his family history. At first, I thought it might help generate more leads, but as he delved deeper and deeper into his family, I couldn't help myself. I wasn't worried about leads, or even finding his family's art. I wanted to know about his family because it told me more about him. What seemed like minutes turned into hours, and what seemed like one harmless drink turned into three. It was almost nine o'clock when I noticed the time. "Shit, look how late it is," I said as I stood up. "I can't believe I spent all this time listening to you talk about your family."

  "I'm sorry. I did not intend to waste your evening," Jareth said.

  Realizing how I must have sounded I turned to apologize. "I’m sorry. I didn't mean it that way at all, Jareth," I frowned. "I feel bad for taking up so much of your time for something that was..." I trailed off and tried to rephrase my words.

  "That was what?" Jareth noticed immediately. At a loss for words, I stood there, staring at him, measuring the expression on his face as he stood and walked towards me slowly. "Finish your thought," he added taking yet another step closer.

  "Ah...ah," I stuttered sounding like a babbling fool.

  "Go ahead, you can say it," he smiled drawing even closer as I simply stood there, like a badly timed circus act. Only inches, maybe a foot separated us when suddenly the word slipped past my lips.

  "Personal," I whispered as I looked deep into his alluring green eyes. Jareth leaned even closer to me, a hairs width apart, and softly spoke.

  "Personal," he said letting his lips gently brush against my cheek.

  "Yes," I responded, in an even softer tone, as I allowed my lips to tickle the curve of his jaw line. Slowly, I felt as Jareth's hands rose to my hips. His touch was everything I had fantasized it would be. He was gentle, but firm and deliberate with every motion. I wanted our little tryst to go on. I wanted to let myself lose control, but I couldn't. "Jareth," I sighed. "We can't." My artificial protest went ignored and suddenly it happened. Jareth's lips met mine for the first time. The sensation of our lips touching was more than I could handle. Euphoria spread throughout every part of my body and my reluctance drained away.

  Fighting back any hint of desire was no longer possible and I instantly surrendered. Instinctively, Jareth sensed the change and tenderly guided me to the chesterfield. His hands slowly rose to cup my face as our lips met once again. Tilting my head back, Jareth’s moist, soft lips drifted from my mouth to my neck. Gently, he kissed and tasted me as he gradually unsnapped the six buttons holding my silky, black blouse closed. My state of arousal was such that I never noticed my skirt being unzipped. I only felt as it slid past my hips and fell to the ground.

  Unexpectedly, Jareth took a step back. Gazing into those beautiful, green eyes I watched as his stare floated over every inch of my body. At first, I felt somewhat embarrassed; I didn't want to be judged by such a beautiful man. However, Jareth's gaze quickly revealed his thoughts, and suddenly I felt at ease. I stood there, wearing only a black, thinly laced bra, black and pink cheeky lace panties and black top lace thigh-highs. "You are absolutely stunning," he said softly as he unbuttoned his black Armani shirt. His chest was amazing. Perfectly sculpted, lean muscles flowed under his smooth, silky skin. Watching him as he pulled the tails of his shirt from his tapered waistline gave me a glimpse of what was to come. Every muscle, every vein teasingly visible, just under his skin. His body reminded me of an ancient Greek statute; a god like perfection and beauty carved from the earth. Raising my hand to my mouth, I gently nibbled on the tip of my index finger flaunting my obvious approval. Jareth didn't break stride; slowly he released button after button on his lose fitting jeans. It was apparent he was giving me the opportunity he just had. He wanted me to soak up all of him, to take the time to enjoy every aspect of our sexual adventure.

  Taking our time, we stood there, in front of the chesterfield, letting our fingers dance over each other. The feel of his body was beyond enticing to me. Tense, rock hard, muscle nestled just beneath smooth, silk-like skin was tantalizing to the touch. With every inch my fingers surveyed, my desire grew. Moreover, his touch was no different. Feeling his fingers sweep over the most private parts of my body made me quiver. My breasts, my nipples, the round rise of my ass; he understood exactly how to touch each part of me. Whether it was a soft whisper of a tickle, gracefully traced across my nipple, or a subtle squeeze to the cheek of my ass, each new area explored resulted in the most pleasurable sensation exploding outward, over my entire body.

  Jareth slowly laid me down on the chesterfield. His hands, firmly planted on each side of me, his arms, like pillars, braced him above me. Slowly, I ran my fingers down his chest to his rippling abdominal muscles. I could feel his approval of my soft, delicate touch grow within him as he lowered his lips to my neck. "There's no turning back," he whispered softly as his warm, soft lips traced the outline of my ear.

  Panting for breath, I let slip a sigh as I responded. "No...There’s no turning back," I agreed. Jareth's kisses began to move lower on my body. First, his lips slid down my neck to chest. Then I felt the warmth of his mouth on my breast as he tickled and teased my tender nipples. With each succulent touch, he drove his hips towards me and I could feel all of him pressing firmly against my panties. Suddenly, Jareth rose to his knees and his hands moved to my hips. With one fluid motion, he grabbed my panties, slightly raised my hips, and swiftly slid my panties down my thighs to my ankles and over my toes. Gently, he lowered my legs back down, placing himself between them. He then leaned down towards me slowly; his moist lips reached my breasts and I could feel the moist, warm air of his breath flow over my chest. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted our bodies to meld together and become one. Forcefully, I arched my hips and drove them into Jareth's waist. My tender, wet folds opened and I felt Jareth's back muscles flex as he forced his hips forward. With one strong motion, he was inside me and I gasped for air as my body became familiar with him. Gently, Jareth's hips begin to move. With each downward thrust, he went deeper and my pleasure grew. Entangled in each other’s pleasure, we rolled on the floor. It was my turn to be in control. With Jareth lying on his back, I grabbed his arms and pinned them to the ground. Straddling him, I let my warm, wet pussy slid down his throbbing cock. My back arched as I threw my head back in passion and I let another panting, sigh of pleasure slip past my lips. "Fuck me," I said softly as Jareth thrust his hips towards mine. Within minutes, his driv
ing thrust brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm. Deep waives of pleasure washed over my body and I collapsed onto his chest. But Jareth wasn't done. Rolling me onto my back, he continued driving his rock hard dick deep inside me. Suddenly, with one last thrust, I felt his release. He jerked and throbbed and hot splashes of his pleasure spilled inside me. Instantly, pulsating waives of tingling pleasure raced through my body and I loud sigh of euphoria slipped out of me. Another earth shattering orgasm had brought me to the point of exhaustion. Jareth’s arms quivered as our eyes met and he collapsed onto me.

  Oh my God — what did I just let happen? I thought to myself as Jareth’s hand caressed my face. Since the moment I met Jareth, I told myself this would not happen. I had broken my own rule — not to mention the firms rule on fraternizing with clients. All I could do is lay there and imagine my career being flushed down the proverbial toilet. When suddenly, Jareth voice broke into my little world of endless panic. “How would you like to go with me to France? After all, it’s related to your research.”

  Instantly, I sat up straight. What the fuck? I thought to myself. “F-r-a-n-c-e,” I stuttered

  ~ The End ~

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