“I suppose,” she said absently as the engines roared to life.“We’ll take this slow,” he promised, removing his jacket and tossing it across the end of the sofa. “I will give you lessons in wealth and you will give me lessons in husbandry.” Sandra couldn’t help but smile, feeling much more comfortable with him the instant he relaxed on the sofa next to her, his feet perched on the coffee table.“We’ll be leaving in a few minutes, Mr. and Mrs. Ashford,” Captain Davies said over the speaker. “The weather is clear to Versailles and we should arrive in about fifty minutes. Please sit back, relax and enjoy the flight.”“Ready to go?” Creighton asked again, as the plane began to move forward. He reached across her and pulled a seatbelt from between the cushions on the sofa and fastened it around her, smiling seductively to her as he cinched it tight.“I don’t think I have a choice, do I?” she teased, the fear slipping quickly away as excitement began to take hold. “Not really,” he assure
Sandra found her heart pounding as she stood facing him, anger and frustration echoing in her voice and stance.“I’m sorry, but I can explain,” he said in a calm tone. “Eryn is a tease, she has been since I first hired her, but I don’t shag employees and I would never cheat on you. I made a promise to you yesterday in front of a church full of people and God, that I would be faithful to you alone. You have nothing to worry about.”“That’s not the point,” she snapped again, her anger burning inside her veins. “You were flirting with her. I saw it and you were enjoying it.”“Sandra, will you listen to me? You know I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have, and I love you. It was just…”“I don’t want to listen to anymore,” she interrupted again, turning toward the bedroom door. “I’m going to bed and you can just sleep out here and consider what you’ve done.” Sandra stomped into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her and fell onto the bed in a fit of tears. She didn’t know
The beeping of the microwave brought them back to reality before things began to get out of control, making Sandra sigh reluctantly as he pulled away.“I thought you didn’t like cooking?” he asked with an amused smile.“I don’t, but I wanted to do something special for you.”“Can I help?”“You can check the waffles,” she suggested, and watched as he turned and opened the lid, thankful the little squares were light brown instead of burnt black. A few seconds later and the microwave beeped again, reminding them there was food in it. He opened the small door to the shiny silver box and pulled out the plate of sizzling sausages.“The bangers look done,” he said setting the plate on the counter and reaching for a knife to cut them open.“Why do you call them that?” The familiar feeling was back, the relaxed sense of togetherness echoed between them.“Because that’s what they are.”“No, they are sausages. Bangers sound like something pornographic.”“How would you know?” he laughed with a
“Rochelle gave us a wedding present,” he told her, glancing up into her eyes before leaning down to kiss her exposed cleavage.“Dare I ask?”“Remember the table I liked so well?” Her eyes widened as she remembered the table she had been restrained on while having her unmentionables waxed. “She is having it delivered to the flat in Chelsea. I thought it would be better there than where my parents’ may see it.”“I don’t know what to say.” She felt numb, thinking about a table like that sitting in their living room where anyone could see it.“I already thanked her, and I plan on making very good use of it once we return.”“You wouldn’t dare?” she huffed, then instantly remembered who she was speaking to.“Not only do I dare, but I will. I have many plans for that table, and I promise you won’t be objecting for long.” Creighton put a halt to her unspoken scolding with the pressure of his lips against hers, his tongue coaxing and teasing a moan from her, smiling when she relaxed beneath
New Hope Technologies was far from being the elaborate high-tech building Sandra assumed it would be. It was a normal building, three stories high and barely half a block square. Of course, it was modern in design, white brick with wall sized windows looking out onto the street outside. The roof held several large black solar panels and the front door was double sided with the initials NHT in black letters. She stared at the exterior as Harvey pulled the car up to the front entrance and shut off the engine.He had traded in the usual limousine for a small Mercedes Benz sedan, luxurious and expensive, as all of Creighton’s vehicles seemed to be. He stepped around to open the back door as two of the building’s security pushed the double glass barriers open. Sandra wrapped her hand inside her husband’s as they entered the main lobby, being greeted with smiles from the men holding the doors open. They seemed friendly, though she couldn’t understand what was being said. They were once agai
“They have worked on this project for over two years,” he said with a smile. “Even if it takes another year to get it to the testing stage, I will make certain those involved are compensated for their time.”“You are a very kind sir, Mr. Ashford,” she teased, leaning her head against his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist.The doors to the lift opened far sooner than either would have preferred, and Sandra looked up, spying the elaborately decorated room beyond. Like the one downstairs, this one too had a variety of potted plants in various sizes located throughout the room. There were four desks, two on either side of the room, with the same glass window panels as the main lobby had. The floors were covered in a thick soft grey pile carpet and the furnishings were blonde oak. At the far end of the room was a larger desk than those facing each other, and behind it sat Michelle Dubois. She smiled as the doors opened and stood, revealing the very tight mauve color
“Bring it on,” she smiled, as he walked with her to the large wooden desk and quickly removed her blouse and bra.“I want you completely starkers,” he insisted, lifting her to sit on the edge of the desk as he sat down in his chair. He lifted her foot, removing her mule pumps one at a time, kissing the sole of each bare foot in turn. He looked up at her and very slowly slid his hands up the inside of her thighs as he pressed her legs wider apart, up over her hips to the waistband of her pants where he hooked his thumbs into the loops. With a quick tug, he pulled her back to stand on her feet between his legs, and slowly began to ease her pants down. His smile widened as her pants slid seductively across her buttocks and down her long slender legs to the floor where he bent over and pulled them off her feet, tossing them aside.“Much better,” he told her in an approving tone. “I think I like your new habit of no knickers. It makes playing so much easier.”“Are you just going to play,
Creighton chuckled under his breath, slipping inside her without hesitation, kissing her lips as he began a slow thrust.“I can wait forever if I need to,” he told her. “I waited two years. What are a few more hours?”“Just in case you can’t wait, then what?” She felt the strange eruption of nerves tingling her lower limbs and gripping her abdomen. It was amazing how easily aroused she became just with a few simple acts on his part, and so quickly.“I suppose I could beg you. I know a good way of bringing you around to my way of thinking.” Sandra moaned softly as he thrust into her deep, followed by a contented sigh that assured her he was aware of her submission. Several long full thrusts, and she no longer cared what happened, or who knew she was spread out across his desk. All she wanted was to experience the wonderful, dizzy embrace of orgasm again. Her desires were answered a few breathless moments later, as her need grew to the familiar height of release, and she drew a deep b