The Art of Love

Turkish Delight

"Gunaydin, Is Can in?". The blonde looked up and smiled but there was little warmth in her eyes that looked back at her. "Yes, however he is in a meeting with Yosef Bay and Miribahn Hanim. If you would care to wait in the conference room I would see that you are brought a cay or perhaps a Turkish coffee?" The brilliant white smile of the blonde, seated in the chair behind her desk, outside of Cans new office made her grit her teeth and try desperately not to show her distaste for the "Barbie". In all honesty it was more than that. It was jealousy. The blonde was like so many others. She was clearly not a blonde to begin with and had undergone plastic surgery for her nose, lips, a breast augmentation, perhaps even rib removal. She had seen her twice before and she was sure that she had undergone a gluteal augmentation as well. In truth she wasn't against women or men using plastic surgery to enhance their features or correct something that bothered them physically but she was against the  complete and utter dismantling and reassembling of a person. She couldn't understand how one could look in the mirror and find themselves when so much had been altered that there was very little resemblance left of the person they once were, inside and out. She dressed herself in a less than professional manner putting all she had on display. The other thing that bothered her more than the fake tits and ass was the attitude the Barbie assumed when addressing her. Sanem never would expect anyone to be subservient to her but she did expect common courtesy that every individual deserved and was entitled to. She had felt looked over by Jasmin the first time they met,  when Yoseph introduced them. She had thought that Can would have chosen his own personal assistant rather than have Yosef procure him one. She hadn't taken an immediate dislike to Jasmin until she caught her ogling Can several times that day.  A few days later she watched Jasmin through a mirror looking her up and down and by the look on her face had found Sanem wanting in some way or another. "No thank you, I'll just wait in his office". Sanem moved to the door and Jasmin immediately stood up and blocked her way. Sanem pulled up in mid stride and cocked her head to the side and waited for Jasmin to explain her behavior. "I'm sorry Sanem but Can prefers that no one enter his office without his express permission or only in his company". She smiled at Sanem but it appeared more like a grin. As if though she had one upped her in some way. Sanem's temper flared and she took a moment to rein herself in before she answered. "I see, we'll that may be what he expects from everyone but then again I'm not everyone now am I Jasmin?" The blonde was a bit taller and so Sanem lifted her eyes to her face but did not lift her head. Unfortunately for the blonde she held her ground which only served to boil Sanems blood in a hurry. "Perhaps I wasn't making myself  clear. Let me put it plainly to you. My name is Sanem Divit and I will show myself into my husbands office as I see fit. If you have a problem with that you can speak to my husband about it". With that she stepped to the side of Jasmin and reached out for the door only to find it locked, something Jasmin must have known as evidenced by the smirk on her face which she made very little effort to conceal. Sanem stopped and breathed in slowly then turned around and faced the obnoxious Barbie once more. "Further more you will address my husband as Can Bay and not Can and since we're on that subject..." ... Sanem.....?"  his voice stopped her mid sentence but before she could reply to him the blonde burst out speaking first. "Can Bay, Sanem Hanim has been waiting for you. Your door is locked so I invited her to wait for you in the conference room but she may have misinterpreted...". Sanem rounded on her as she looked at the woman with unabashed surprise. She  was manipulating the situation to avoid being reprimanded by Can. "Thank you, Jasmin, I will take care of my wife now." With that Can unlocked the door and beckoned Sanem inside. Once the door closed behind her he pulled her into his embrace and devoured her mouth with a kiss so lusty her toes curled and she forgot her anger in an instant. She melted into his arms and let him take the lead.

Can walked into an interesting sight as he overheard the last part of Snaems remark to Jasmin. He had already noted that Jasmin didn't care for his wife but that was her problem. He only tolerated her because Yoseph had planted her there hoping to catch Can in something to use against him. Instead Can used it to his advantage and began a dangerous game of flirtation with Jasmin hoping to use her and gain some information himself.
When he saw how the assistant position had been filled without regard to the other candidates he felt were more suitable he realized something was amiss. Now he watched as his little wife rose up like a she wolf to defend what was hers and it made him desire her even more. She was everything to him and seeing her in this state actually made him grin and soon a very pleasant idea formed in his mind. Before the situation escalated further,
he stepped in and quickly set everything right. Closing the door behind Sanem as she walked in was the last thing he did that had anything to do with propriety because his next move was to push his wife against the wall and take her mouth in a passionate kiss that would leave her breathless and a little dizzy. When he opened his eyes to stare down at her face he was gifted with a delightful view of Sanem Divits upturned face and pouty swollen lips as she slowly smiled and opened her caramel and cognac colored eyes.  Their sparkle captivated him again like nothing else ever had. "Can..... I've missed you." Can gave her a soft kiss on her nose and then stepped back just enough to let him see down her blouse. It was silk, with an open collar, sleeveless and a beautiful shade of yellow. He stared at her cleavage and her hard nipples that strained against the thin material. "What?" She said as he stared at her. He didn't answer but instead pressed her close to his chest and lowered his head to inhale deeply from her exposed neck. "Caaaan" she gasped when he bent over and picked her up and walked straight to his desk. Before she knew what was happening he had set her down on the glass top. She straightened quickly as it's cold surface made contact with her almost bare but cheeks. He stepped into the space between her legs with a slight smirk on his face but with eyes that spoke volumes. "Gunaydin Mrs. Can Divit" ..... I've missed you too" and with that he pulled her into him by her bottom until she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her gasp was proof that she felt his arousal as it made contact with her now more exposed sex. Sanem felt butterflies in her belly as he slid his hand further up her legs. His fingers burned her skin where they touched and she let out a soft moan while he kissed her deeply. It took her a few moments to recall where they were and that brought her back to her senses. "Can... wait...:what are you doing .... We can't do anything in here. This is your office and ....." Her words came out stilted as he refused to stop kissing her nor stop his hands from doing what they pleased. Her mind was turning to mush while he insisted on kissing and touching her everywhere he could. She sat in a compromising position and couldn't hide her ardor for him as well. "Sanem.... You don't have a clue how you turn me on my beautiful wife. Especially when you are defending your turf.". His fingers had made their way to the band of her panties and if she didn't stop him he would pull them off. "Can.... No.... This isn't the place. We ca....." she hadn't paid attention to his free hand that had somehow loosened the buttons of her blouse. No longer kissing her lips he moved away from her face to kiss the swells of her breasts that were spilling out of her bra which he had recently gifted her. The black lace adorned by tiny pearls was a beautiful set by La Perla. Never in her dreams would she have ever paid money for the pricey lingerie but he was happy to buy it and then some. When his mouth closed over her now exposed nipple she cried out and suddenly her protests seemed unimportant. "Sanem, I need you out of those panties...." He murmured against her quivering skin as he moved over to her other breast and plied it with the same amount of attention as well. Suddenly the phone rang and her bubble burst. "Ummmm you had better answer the phone... Caaan". He ripped his mouth away from her skin and put his forehead against hers as he fought to control his breathing. "You won't have a reprieve from me Askim." He picked up the receiver and spoke to the person calling as Sanem tried to straighten her clothes but he pulled her hands down with his own. "Thank you Jasmin but we're fine". Then as if a lighting bolt hit him he said "actually you just saved the day. Please order a couple of fish sandwiches from that deli I like near the bay. Make them both toasted and add some fries as well. Thanks for the suggestion Jasmin you always are thinking of me before I know what I want myself". With that he hung up the phone and turned to his frowning wife. "Whaat".... Sanem looked up into his beautiful eyes while pushing back against his chest. "You are always thinking of me... really?". Her voice was light but Can didn't miss the sarcasm in her statement. She was jealous and that made for a very challenging Sanem. Hot and sexy but challenging. However, he enjoyed challenges very much and was looking forward to this one especially. "Of course..... she knows exactly what I need and when I need it". His eyes bore into hers as he pressed back into her smaller frame caging her and leaving no room for escape. She hadn't caught the double meaning of his words as she was singularly focused on what he said about the assistant he knew she didn't care for. "The only need that woman wants to satisfy is her own and I would  think you would have figured that out by now Can Bay". The use of his name spoken that way meant she was getting angry and that made her all the more alluring and hot to him. "Sanem.... I don't know what your implying but she is a wonderful PA, really I couldn't ask for better". She was getting hot and bothered now. Her eyes narrowed and her face became flush with rising anger and jealousy. A jealousy he actually could comprehend since he felt it when any man looked at her in the way only he could. Yet he only had eyes for her. She stared at him with heat rising on her face while she no doubt readied her words but failed to notice his hand unbuttoning her blouse once more. "She dresses unprofessionally, she is too familiar with you and .... and.... she's plastic in every sense of the word". There she had let it out. She was jealous even though she had nothing to worry about. Jasmin wasn't his type persay. He had his fair share of hook ups before Sanem had come along but he was never satisfied with the women who came to him easily or with those that wanted him as a trophy or a means to an end. However back then he hadn't been one to turn down an offer. He looked at his wife and his heart tightened in his chest. She was beautiful on any day but when she was angry about an injustice she was so much more. "Sanem... if you haven't noticed she is my PA and you my little siren are my wife. There is nothing she has that I want but you on the other hand have everything I need and want and I intend to have it while she's out fetching fish sandwiches". As he spoke softly, inches away from her mouth, with his low and sultry voice; he had already lowered the straps of her bra and had brushed her neck with his beard, something he knew she loved. "Now my jealous little wife, your husband has a king size hardon that needs some relief will you please stop talking and ripping her head off in your mind and focus on me".