Interlude 2
"Let me make a mental note of this, you seem to be enjoying it. Though, you're awfully quiet. What about like this…" he let out a soft grunt as he shifted the balance of his desk chair, his hands on my hips, making me rock back a bit, "perhaps like this better. Yeah, I really, think like this is…" he groaned louder and I clapped my hands over his mouth.
"You said quietly, Mr. Northman. Quietly. Remember that?" I whispered sharply.
With speech muffled by my hand he said,
"Lover, I'm just taking notes here. I didn't want point it out, but you're very picky about the whole business of the office. I'm just trying to make sure I remember it right for next time. Because if you're enjoying it, I'll be enjoying it."
He leaned even back further in the chair, which was balanced precariously, and then rocked a bit. He let out another appreciative groan. I leaned forward more, shaking his bare shoulders, my hands under his unbuttoned shirt.
"Eric, I'm not kidding!" I hissed as I started to abruptly rise.
We almost fell out of the chair.
"Whoa… Move slowly," he said with a grin, rebalancing the chair as he pulled me back onto him and pushed himself very firmly back into me. He slipped his striped silk tie around my neck and let it drape over my breasts. "Better. Much better. We're both very professional looking now."
Right. He was wearing only a shirt and I was wearing only a tie.
I sat there, immobile, glaring at him. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this. And I can't believe I trusted you to be quiet. The entire second floor is gonna hear you if you go on like that, Eric," I whispered. Here I had steadfastly refused to do anything in the office for more than a year because I thought it was embarrassing and now look at us...
He slowly rocked the chair back and forth, looking at me with wicked eyes and a mischievous smile, his tongue dancing over his teeth and fangs.
"Exactly how is it such a problem, Mrs. Northman? First, it's really late and everyone is gone. And I'm a King, in my locked office, with my wife. We can be as loud as we want. Anyone left around I'll just order them to forget whatever they heard," he said, winking at me. "What are we going to do when we go to St. Louis for the Summit? Andor and Markus are staying in the same suite. It's going to be a very long week if we're not going to do anything for fear they might hear us. And for the record, I was being pretty quiet. All things considered." He rocked the chair again. "Do you want to hear noisy?"
I kissed him hard on the mouth to keep him quiet but jumped when he tickled me. We fell over backwards in the chair, which made a dramatic crashing sound as it hit the hardwood floor. He seemed to levitate, to cushion our fall.
"This way really works for me, too" he said laughing, looking up at me as he relaxed into the chair on floor, now rocking it from side to side a bit. "Working for you?" he asked as he quickly shifted me so that he was back inside me. He crossed his eyes and then made a face, mimicking my straining not make a sound.
I couldn't help it- I burst out laughing. He silently wagged his finger then pointed at me for laughing, making a very disapproving face.
"You're a bad, bad man, Eric. Totally not quiet!" I said in a sharp whisper and pounding playfully on his chest.
There was a tap on the office door.
"Everything okay in there?" asked Markus cautiously, through the locked door.
He looked up at me and grinned at my flaming red cheeks.
"Spectacular," he called out, as he alternated pulling on the ends of the tie, making a very amused face.
We both burst out laughing.
