Once Bitten

She was trying to torture him. It was the only option. Although she kept her gaze directed at the bank manager across the table from them Jack could see a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth and the deliberate way she ran a finger around the rim of her wine glass. Yes she was defiantly torturing him.

Ronnie was nodding along as if she was listening to the continuous, monotone drone of the bank manager but Jack had a suspicion that she was just as bored as he was and had given up actually listening hours ago. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs and Jack couldn't help but notice the way the fabric of her skirt pulled tighter up her thigh and he was sure he could see a hint of suspenders but it was hard to tell while looking discreetly.

There was no way she wasn't doing this on purpose.

She had been the one who had not wanted to go to the pretentious wine bar and meet with a man who would try and sell them accounts they did not really need. She had sulked at her desk when he had reasoned that they should go if only to stay on friendly terms with the people responsible for their money. Secretly he thought her childishness was endearing.

He had picked her up a few hours later and his mouth went instantly dry at the sight of her. Ronnie had changed into black leather skirt that sat halfway up over her slim thighs and a delicate pale gold silk blouse that was somehow lose yet still hinted at the perfect curves beneath the draped fabric. Tan coloured stilettos made her legs look impossibly long and her pale hair fell in waves over her shoulders. It was not a look he was used to on Ronnie Mitchell and he decided he defiantly approved.

And now here they were sitting so close he could feel the warmth from her skin. Alcohol perhaps making him a little too direct as he tried to hint that it was time to end their meeting before it descended into general small talk and they were forced to spend all night with a man who could quite possibly hold the title of most boring person in the history of the banking profession. That was not how he wanted to spend his Friday night on the best of times but especially not when he was getting desperate to discover just what his business partner was wearing under her clothes.

"Oh I almost forgot, I had the latest figures drawn up. I was going to fax them to you but we should use this opportunity to look over them now. Make sure you're happy."

Jack tried not to physically tense at the man's sudden exclamation. He had been too hopeful in his thinking that it would soon be the other man's bedtime and he would leave his clients to discuss any new developments. He idly tried to remember the bank manager's name as the flustered man searched through his briefcase. Quickly giving up he turned to face Ronnie.

"Lucky us." He grunted keeping his voice low so only she could hear. He was rewarded by a warm grin lighting up Ronnie's face. You are beautiful when you're happy. He finds himself thinking deciding that he would make it his life work to make the usually closed off woman smile as often as possible.

"I hope you realise Mr Branning that if you listened to me in the first place we would not even be here." She arches an eyebrow and fixes him with a half serious glare.

"And miss seeing you all dressed up. I'm willing to suffer for that pleasure."

She rolls her eyes at his attempt to be charming before leaning in closer so that her hair brushes against his cheek.

"Well maybe I can find a way to make it even more pleasurable…" Ronnie purred into his ear, her hand on his knee squeezing gently.

He takes a large sip of his wine when she turns away and starts leafing through the new pile of paperwork. Her hand remains firmly on his knee under the table and suddenly all he can think about is pushing her up against the nearest flat surface not caring who was watching.

"The percent of interest looks pretty good don't you think Jack?" Ronnie asked him innocently pushing her hair behind her ear. All the while her other hand slowly inched up the inside of his thigh.

It is only when he feels two sets of eyes gazing at him questioningly that Jack realises that he is expected to answer. Quickly he coughs to clear his throat.

"It's a bit premature to make any assumptions until we see it in a working model." He finds himself frowning glad that he still seemed to poses the ability to multi task.

"Of course you're right Jack," The laughter he can hear in her voice was almost infuriating but then her nails scrape lightly over a particularly sensitive spot through the thin material of his trousers and he has to fight a groan. "We shouldn't be in a rush when it comes to work."

"No, no reason to rush at all." Jack thought he did a good job disguising the sudden tightness in his voice but the flash of amusement that passed over Ronnie's features before she schooled her face into a neutral mask told him otherwise. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wincing as it squeaked.

Luckily the man opposite them seemed oblivious as he stared at the screen of his blackberry. Maybe it wasn't a good idea for someone so obtuse to be looking after their money. He made a mental note to talk to Ronnie about it, at a much later date when she was done making this up to him again and again and quite possibly again if he had his way. And he usually did.

Somewhere across the room a waiter dropped a tray of empty glasses, the noise causing everyone to turn and stare. It only crossed Jack's mind that it was the perfect distraction for him to leave discreetly when it was too late. He refused to admit that the real reason he did not move was because he craved Ronnie's hands on him.

He leaned forward and snatched the papers away from Ronnie so that he had something to focus on. Only as soon as he settled, leaning back in his chair Ronnie's fingers wrapped firmly around his length. He felt himself stiffen under her touch, pulse jumping deep in his groin. He gripped the edge of the table in an attempt to ground himself against the torturous bliss he could feel start to build inside.

"Ron…" He closes his eyes and moaned involuntarily.

After a pause he opens his eyes to find that he is being stared at again. The bank manger's brow knotting in confusion and his business partner trying to pull a similar confused expression but she mostly looked smug.

"What?" She asked, eyes startling blue and open wide with fake innocence.

"Nothing, you just…stood on my toe." The lie did not sound convincing to his own ears but her fingers were still around his cock and unmoving.

"Your toe?" And suddenly the bank manager decided he could be observant. Jack was really starting to dislike him and his blandness.

Ronnie flashed a dangerous grin, disarming the situation with an irritating amount of charm. "I'm deadly with stilettos." She said with a shrug.

The bank manager chuckled. "You are a lot more elegant than my wife."

Ronnie leaned forward her elbow resting on the table and giggled politely. Jack did not have a chance to feel any jealousy at her flirting with another man as she traced a finger up and down his length. A heighten awareness makes her touch feel impossibly good and all he wanted to do was to command her to touch him again when her hands leaves him.

"Oh dear, speaking of which I really should get going. The sister in law is visiting and I promised to show my face before the night is over," The other man bumbled as he started to dig around in his wallet.

"Oh what a shame." Jack murmured not bothering to disguise his sarcasm too much.

"You'll get back to me once you have a chance to read the new proposal through?" The bank manager apparently missed Jack's tone as he dropped a few notes onto the table.

"Yes, sure. Just give us a few days. Business is very demanding right now isn't it Jack?" Ronnie's hand was back on his leg her nail scraping patterns over his knee cap.

Jack cleared his throat and nodded his goodbye not trusting himself enough to speak, his erection pressing painfully against his trousers. Instead he focused on how he was going to get his own back when he finally had her all alone. Jack Branning always played the game.

And then they had the table to themselves. Jack breathed out a sigh glad that he had not embarrassed himself too much as his body begged for a release.

"Fuck Ron," He breathed.

She took a long drink from her wine before throwing her head back and laughing in a way that made the pale smoothness of her neck very inviting.

"Not yet Jack." She scolded and her hand inching back up his thigh at a painfully slow pace.

"You are being a very bad girl." He told her finding himself completely at her mercy.

Ronnie bit down on the fullness of her bottom lip and looked up at him through her eyelashes. "So how are you going to punish me?" She whispered.

Her words were smooth like honey and caused so many delicious ideas to flash through his brain. But she had rendered him speechless. For once he was completely under her control and maybe he would go willingly if she would move her hand a littler higher.