John and Marlena (Finally) Get a Q!

Chapter 64 - Dancing Queen

She carefully unlocked the front door of the penthouse and slipped inside. Her last two appointments had canceled, and she had decided to shelve the paperwork for the rest of the day. She had other plans in store. The apartment was quiet, but she smiled as she saw him curled up on the sofa with his back to her. He was engrossed in a book and hadn't heard her entrance.

Quietly, she shed her trench coat and deposited her briefcase on the floor before removing her shoes. She picked up the bottle of wine and the flowers she had brought home with her and padded across the carpet in her stockinged feet. With a cheeky smile, she leaned over the back of the sofa so that she was almost touching him.

"Hi, handsome," she whispered huskily in his ear. A smile slid across Q's face and he put his book down.

"Hi there yourself gorgeous." He turned his head slightly and felt her soft lips brush against his.

"I brought you something," she said as she slid her arms around him, flowers in one hand, the bottle of fine Merlot in the other.

"My my," he raised his eyebrows at her romantic gesture as he took the flowers. The bouquet was beautiful, formed from old-fashioned white roses mingled with a fresh lime-green euphorbia. The fragrance seemed to surround both of them as he lay the flowers on the table. Sliding his hand down her arm, he took the wine from her hand and placed it on the table next to the flowers. Then he turned, his eyes widening.

She wore a beguiling smile and the top of her lavender suit was unbuttoned, exposing flashes of white lace and a delicious expanse of enticing cleavage. Leaning closer, she wrapped her arms around his upper body.

"Missed you." Her warm breath tickled against his ear.

"You've been gone less than eight hours," Q grinned.

"I know and it's been driving me crazy," Marlena sighed.

They had not talked of the children, or John since the day that Caroline had been there. Marlena had skillfully avoided the subject if it even threatened to come up. She had managed to avoid much talking at all during the weekend. Instead, she had concentrated on taking advantage of the absence of distractions. It had been exhilarating but exhausting and Gene had almost welcomed the solitude when she had taken her leave for work that morning. Now, however, he was delighted to find that she was home early.

"Well, why don't we remedy that situation?" he murmured against her mouth, gently capturing her upper lip between his. Marlena responded, opening her mouth slightly as he ran his tongue tentatively along her lower lip. She moaned as his hands slid down her sides to her waist. In one single and unexpected movement, he pulled her over the low back of the sofa.

Marlena lay on her back and giggled as she looked up at Gene.

"You know," she said as she reached up to trace his soft lips with her finger, "I just couldn't concentrate at all today."

"And why was that?" he raised his eyebrows as he lowered himself onto the cushions next to her, propping himself up slightly on his elbow. Marlena rolled onto her side and found herself playing her fingers around the neckline of his tee shirt.

"Oh, I just kept thinking about the weekend," she sighed with a wisp of a smile. "And I kept finding myself wishing that I wasn't at work."

Gene grinned.

"You mean the weekend wasn't enough to sate that appetite of yours?" he murmured, hooking his finger inside the fold of her jacket and running it down over the gentle swell of her breast. Marlena shivered with delight.

"Oh darling," Marlena's laughter was throaty, sending a thrill of desire through Eugene. "Don't tell me I wore you out."

"Oh, don't you worry sweetheart," he toyed with the fine lace of her bra, "I'm all rested up now."