Desirable Lies

We'll Be Alright

I'm updating really soon but oh well enjoy!!

~Katy~

When John and Marta arrive home, I'm showered, dressed and waiting in the kitchen, just opening a bottle of white wine and setting out long stemmed glasses. I frown looking down at the third glass on the island. Three's a crowd.

When they enter the kitchen, Marta excuses herself, immediately going upstairs to change, leaving John and I all alone. Finally. I've been waiting for this moment all damn day, and I don't feel like I can wait a minute longer.

He walks over to me, looking delicious in his suit. I might have shown restraint this morning when I barely avoided tearing it off of him, but I will show no such patience tonight.

Without saying a single word, his hands cup my cheeks and he pulls my face to his, pressing his lips to mine and giving me a long kiss. When he pulls away, I'm dizzy and filled with longing. 

"How was your day?" I ask.

"Way too fucking long. I missed you," he says.

I feel the exact same way. "Would it be rude if we skipped dinner and went straight to bed?" I think about the plates on the table that Beth has left for all three of us. Apparently the household staff knew Marta was staying here. Of course, as his personal assistant, Marta probably told them.

John runs his hands down my body, stopping at my hips and securing my body to his. "Dinner is the last thing on my mind." He's looking at me like he's already picturing me naked.

A warm shiver runs through me. I'd wondered if it was going to bother me that Marta was here in the house for our first time, but now, I don't care if she hears me screaming down the house. She can stuff it.

"I've been hard all fucking day," John groans, bringing my hand down below his belt and pressing it into the gigantic bulge there. I close my hand around him and hear him grunt.

It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to rip his pants off of him here and now. Even if I don't care about Marta hearing our sounds of pleasure later, I don't want her to see my man's package. That is not something I plan on sharing. Now or ever.

His hips rock forward as my palm moves up and down over him. "I can't wait to be inside you," he whispers low near my ear.

"Let's go upstairs. I'll help you change out of your suit." I give him a playful look.

Footsteps round the corner and I know we're no longer alone. I turn to face Marta, making sure I remain in front of John to block the view of his raging erection. Apparently we're on the same page, because his hands circle my waist, silently communicating that I need to stay put. My eyes wander behind her to the suitcases stacked together on the floor.

"My landlord says the mouse infestation is all cleared up, so I'm going back home," she says.

"I thought it was rats?" I ask.

"Oh, right. Mice, rats. Same thing." She smiles, but her cheeks flush slightly, knowing she's been caught in a lie.

I get the sense that she'd only been staying here in my absence to make a move on John, and now that I'm back, she knows she's missed her chance.

She pulls her suitcases behind her, stopping to stretch up on her tiptoes and to give John a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks for your hospitality. And I'm totally on board with what we talked about in the car."

He nods silently, his mouth drawn into a firm line.

A few minutes later the door closes behind her and we hear her car drive away, the noise fading into the distance until the only sounds are our heartbeats and ragged breathing.