She grinned as John shifted behind her. Feigning sleep Anna moved closer to him, rubbing her ass over his erection. He groaned and wrapped a hand over her stomach, kissing from her neck up to her ear.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to wake you up." Anna ran a foot up the back of his leg, changing her position on his body so his arousal rested in the cress of her ass. She looked over her shoulder at him as he grunted, "Is it working?"

"You're very devious when you want to be, Ms. Smith."

"I try," She ran a hand over his leg and slipped over to squeeze his ass. "Are you going to move or do I have to do all the work?"

"I wouldn't want you to have to work too hard on your day off." John smoothed his hands down Anna's side before edging to the juncture between her legs. He massaged his fingers between her legs and Anna moaned. "That would be unkind, don't you think?"

"Very unkind." She pouted as he trailed kisses over her shoulder blades. "What can you do about it?"

"I'll find some way to relax you." His fingers pinched her folds, "Is this in the right direction?"

Anna could barely breathe as John snuck his middle finger inside her, running his index and ringer fingers along the outside edge of her from top to bottom before retracing his path. She shivered and slid her hand along his leg, dipping under to run her fingers over his sack. John bucked away from her, pushing his fingers deeper and Anna cried out.

"This is about you, Anna." John moved from behind her, pushing on her shoulder so her back was to the bed. "Don't distract me yet."

She could only nod, too lost when his three fingers worked in sync inside her. John kissed over her neck, taking her mouth with his while flicking his wrist to strike that spot inside her that left Anna writing on the bed. He pulled at her tongue as his fingers curled inside her. When John moved his lips to her chin Anna's chest fought the constriction of her inner muscles to get air to her starved lungs as her body worked in a frenzy of pleasure.

Anna looked at John as he grinned, pressing down on the bundle of nerves that now vibrated with the blood rushing through her body, and she broke. Her head back on the pillow left her neck exposed and John wasted no time kissing his way down it to cover her collarbone in kisses. In fact, it was the sensation of his lips on her skin that had Anna fighting to regain control of her senses.

His fingers were still inside her, massaging her down while locked in the stranglehold of her vaginal walls, but John only seemed concerned with giving her breasts adequate attention. He licked over them, sucking red spots in a crude outline of a bra, and balanced the labors of his mouth with the motions of his free hand on her other breast.

He twisted and kneaded one side while he pulled the nipple of the other breast into his mouth to suck at her. Anna's fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her as her body moved of its own accord. When he switched sides she moaned.

Satisfied Anna's chest was sufficiently loved, John glided lower. No patch of skin was left unmarked. He brushed over her sides, nipped at her hipbones, and trailed his tongue in her bellybutton, always working downward. John's body forced Anna's legs apart and he settled his shoulders between them as he bit at the top of her sex.

Anna sobbed, scrunching her eyes closed so as not to be overwhelmed by the sensations. When she finally opened her eyes she saw him, licking his lips, before he kissed the top of her folds. She tried to lift herself up but he put a hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as he pulled her folds to his mouth like he had with her lips.

His fingers moved out of her, tracing up to her bellybutton and Anna shivered at the wet trail they left. She saw John follow the path with his tongue, licking a stripe up to her bellybutton before kissing up to her chin. He took her mouth and Anna raked her fingers through his hair as she clung to him, unwilling to release him from her hold.

But she had to when he dug a finger inside her and she gasped. He kissed over her cheek to her ear, moving his three fingers over her before plunging them back to her core. "Just lie back and let me do the work."

It was all Anna could do to nod when John left her to draw his lips over her breasts again. His hands massaged up her sides and Anna thought she felt him, hot and hard, rest close to her thigh. Her leg moved, trying to find him, but dropped back to the bed when John suckled at her breasts. She groaned, clawing at him to keep his lips on her as her lower body writhed under the masterful work of his fingers.

The rumble of the laugh in his chest rolled down her body when he kissed over her stomach and dragged his tongue down the wet path he left earlier. Anna drew haggard breaths when his unoccupied hand wrapped from her hip to her ass, drawing him closer to his mouth as he kissed her folds.

She whimpered as he sucked over her, drawing her folds into his mouth and worrying them with his tongue. His fingers spread her wide and he drank from her, pulling her wet heat to his mouth. Anna shrieked in time with his motions, throwing her hips in his direction as he thrust with his tongue before sweeping over her like someone trying to get the last of the ice cream from a cone. Her hands held his head in place to prevent him leaving her unfinished but she knew he would not have stopped anyway. He was singularly devoted to his task.

Wet, sucking sounds filled Anna's ears and she lost her own voice keening in appreciation of the attentions of his fingers and tongue. When he curled inside her again Anna stopped breathing. When he bit down on her she shattered.

She was barely aware of him laying her carefully back on the bed. All she knew was the struggle to find breath and the glide of a body over hers. Anna blinked through dazed eyes at John, holding himself above her, as he dipped to kiss her.

It was like Sleeping Beauty waking from a dream when his lips met hers. Her hands held his face to hers and her tongue moved in his mouth as his hand undulated in her. Anna sought her taste, that sweet saltiness, and pulled it from him anywhere she could find it. He returned the kiss, giving over to her demands like it was all he wanted to do. Like her desires were all that mattered.

Anna twisted under him, surprising John, and he bounced back against the bed. She straddled his chest, holding herself just off him while continuing to own his mouth. His hands tangled in her hair while hers cupped his neck. The massage of his fingers in her hair almost distracted Anna but she broke away long enough to reach over him to the drawer beside her bed.

With her hand searching via tactile sensation for the right package, John seized his chance. Her breasts dangled within his reach and he lifted himself enough to kiss over them, stroking with his free hands. Anna moaned, almost losing her focus, but as her hand flexed in the drawer she found the right package and pulled it out.

Sitting up on his chest, to prevent John rising, Anna grinned at him. She held the package up, tearing it with her teeth, and watched his eyes roll back into his head. Anna flipped her legs up and twisted to leave her back facing him and bent over to kiss around the base of his arousal.

He jerked and Anna giggled before licking from base to tip as she would an ice cream. She used one hand to hold herself up and the other wrapped around his base, gripping him tightly before slowly working her way up. As her hand reversed action she took just his tip into her mouth. John tried to work himself deeper but Anna kept her distance, sliding her tongue over his tip and slipping into the weeping slit as she did.

Anna hollowed out her cheeks and took him deeper, answering the urge of his hips. She used his grunts of pleasure as her cues to drag her teeth over him or to suck harder. When she wrapped her tongue around him she felt him bite her ass. Anna pulled off, turning over her shoulder to see John leering at her.

She moved, spinning on his stomach to face him again. Anna pushed herself backward, moving over his arousal so slowly John's eyes scrunched closed and he clutched at the blankets. Anna brought the condom up, fitting it over him just as slowly before smoothing her hands over his hips.

Anna watched him as she lifted herself to sink down, stopping when just the tip of him graced her folds. "Should I finish John?"

Instead of answering her with words, John grabbed her hips and pulled her to him as his hips thrust upward. The force of their joining drove the air from Anna's lungs and she gasped. Their eyes met and Anna moved over him, rolling her hips to meet his insistent and persistent plunges. Her hands went to his chest, smoothing over it and digging her nails in when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

She lost herself in the feel of him and the sound of them coming together over and over again. Anna moaned, the point of pleasure growing in her as she met each determined drive with all the energy she could. In all her motions she wanted to wring as much ecstasy from it as she could and forced her eyes open to watch John take all he could as well.

One of her hands moved behind her, fingering his sack and John's hips lost their rhythm. His frenzied pace turned frenetic and one of his hands slipped on her sweaty skin to grab her ass. Anna gasped with it, her other hand snaking between them to press at her center.

His hand joined hers, sending her over the edge for the third time. John arched under Anna as she cried out, spilling himself inside her with two final thrusts, and Anna could swear she heard him call out her name. Their bodies stuttered for a moment in the aftershocks before they stilled completely.

Her arms lost their strength and she sank to his chest, breathing in time with him as they both fought to fill their starved lungs. Anna rested her head in the crook between his chin and neck, sighing there, and held a hand to back of his neck to feel more connected to him. John laughed, kissing from her temple to her shoulder and then to her chin as she turned to look at him.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." He kissed her lips quickly, "Just a wonderful way to wake up Ms. Smith, that's all."

"Yes," Anna dragged a finger down his jaw before putting her lips an inch from his, "Yes it was."

She kissed him as deeply as she could before pushing herself upright. Her arms still wobbled slightly but she managed to move herself off him and to the side. John rolled to the edge of the bed and removed the condom before facing her.

"What'll you do with your day off?"

"Maybe I should go to work with you." Anna lay back over the bed, resting her hand on his leg. "I'd like to use your desk."

"I'd like to use you on my desk," John bent down to kiss her before standing, "But I've actually got work to do."

"And I don't?"

"Not on your day off." John crossed the room to dig in the bottom drawer of the dresser, "What ever happened to that meeting you had with Talbot?"

"You mean about that location he found?" Anna sat up, running a hand through her hair while pulling her legs up to lean over her knees while staring at John's ass across the room as he hunted from something in his drawer. "He wants to build a third Swan."

"But you just opened the Scarlet." John did not look up from what he was doing, "Isn't that a little too ambitious, even for him?"

"We opened the Scarlet a year and a half ago, John." Anna beamed at him as John turned around. He raised an eyebrow and she looked him over up and down. He stalked over to her, his hands behind his back.

"You're incorrigible."

"You're irresistible. Especially when you walk around our bedroom naked." Anna draped her arms over his shoulders, "I've been thinking that to myself every day for a year."

"Just a year?" John pushed out his lower lip to pout, "I thought I impressed you long before that."

"But you've only shared my room for a year."

"So you didn't think about me naked before that?"

"I did," Anna shrugged, "I've been thinking that for almost two years."

"Even in the times when you wouldn't speak to me or were mad at me?"

"Especially then. My fantasies were all I had," Anna laid back on the bed as John started kissing her neck again, "You're fishing for compliments."

"No," He drew back, "I needed to make sure you were in the right mood."

"Right mood?" Anna raised an eyebrow and then covered her mouth with her hands as John knelt down in front of her. "John?"

"I want you to marry me Anna. I've wanted it since I met you, I just couldn't put it in words like that then. But ever since you let me in, ever since you let me share your troubles… and then your flat, I knew I wanted nothing than for the whole world to know that it's my most important job in life to keep you undeniably happy." John pulled the small box from behind his back and opened it to show a plain band. "Will you marry me, Anna?"

Anna flung herself at him, kissing all over his face with breaths of "yes" punctuating each touch of her lips to him. "A thousand times yes."

Anna rubbed at her eyes and blinked away from the computer as the knock at her door rang out over the room. "Come in."

Her chair helped her turn easily to see Talbot striding across the room toward her. All his teeth showed in his smile as he slapped a folder on Anna's desk. "The Ebony."

"The what?" Anna opened the folder, looking over the specs and the photos of the property.

"The Ebony Swan. I figured if we wanted to continue with the color theme then we should pick something a little edgier, for the night club crowd."

"You want another Scarlet?" Anna folded the file in slightly to see Talbot in his normal chair.

"No because the Scarlet offers food. I'm talking about a 'drinks and dancing' only place. Ethel's been talking about how she wants to work a little more techno with her music and that's not really the sound for the Scarlet so I thought, why not make a place just for drinks and dancing? We've built great relationships with a couple cab companies that we'd have constant ferrying services and then we'd get the younger crowd that just wants to party until dawn."

"Because we're too old for that?"

"The Cerulean's a high class place where some of the finest come to wine and dine with music they recognize from a nostalgic age. Up and coming couples visit the Scarlet to convince themselves they're young and then, five dances in, realize they want to tuck themselves into bed by nine with an internet streaming service." Talbot tapped the top of the folder as Anna spread it on her desk, "This place is going younger than that."

"Uni students who don't eat because they spend all their cash on booze and then throw up in the bathroom stalls?" Anna raised an eyebrow, "I don't think that's wise. The cost of cleaning alone…"

"There's money to be had here and I think we could get Blake to invest on part of it. He's got edgy down to an art without seeming like your child might shoot up in the bathroom."

Anna leaned back in her chair, resting her chin in her palm, "You really think it's not too soon?"

"I thought you were a risk taker Anna." Talbot leaned forward, as if examining Anna at a doctor's visit, "Is this John talking?"

"It's me." Anna took the folder and swatted Talbot with it, "Just because he's my boyfriend and we live together doesn't mean we have the same thoughts yet."

"More than just your boyfriend by the looks of it," Talbot pointed to the ring on Anna's finger. "Congratulations."

"Thank you." Anna admired it, "He proposed yesterday."

"Going to tell the staff?"

"When we have a date. Until 'mum's' the word yeah?" Anna handed the folder to Talbot, "If you think Blake will go for it then draw up the specs for possible investment. We need someone to operate it. Someone we trust and a good group of bouncers for the doors. Any place with that much fun might be trouble for us later, speaking from experience."

"I'll get on it." Talbot pushed himself out of his seat, "Though I might suggest Mrs. Crawley for this."

"Cora?"

"Mary."

"Mary? She's got no interest in this business."

"Maybe she didn't have interest in the restaurant or the low-key night club scene but she's all about the dance club idea. She was the one who actually gave me the idea for the Ebony theme." Talbot shrugged, "I'd like to invite her to the next meeting about it if that's alright with you."

"If you think she really wants it then be my guest. Get Blake and Mary in here by the end of the week to talk about it then we'll see about funding." Anna waved Talbot away, "Now get back to the Scarlet, that's what I pay you for."

"I thought I paid you?"

Anna scowled at him as Talbot left the room, nodding to John as he entered. Anna smiled at him, walking around her desk to kiss him. "How are you?"

"I'm wonderful." John hugged her about the waist, "You called?"

"I just wondered if you wanted to eat lunch with me."

"I'd love to eat lunch with you." John broke from her embrace and walked to the door, closing it slowly and locking it before going to the windows of her office and lowering the shades. Anna frowned, confused until John came back to her, holding her in his arms again, "But I don't know how much time we'll have."

"John?"

"We didn't get time this morning since you were up early to get here," John kissed over Anna's neck, steering her carefully backward until she bumped the edge of her desk, "And since I had to leave you yesterday for work we didn't get to properly celebrate how you said yes to my proposal."

"And how'd you plan to do that?" Anna thought her heart would beat so fast it might break through her rib cage as John lifted Anna to sit on the edge of her desk and laid her down on top of it.

"By fulfilling a promise I made to you in a carpark on our second date." John ran his fingers along the edge of her trousers to unbutton them, "Do you mind if I make it up to you now?"

"Not at all." Anna lifted her hips as John slid the trousers down her legs, dropping them and her heels to the floor before running his hands over her skin to dance over her knickers. "I do wish you wouldn't tease so much."

"I thought you liked my teasing." John grinned and took the edge of the elastic in his teeth, pulling down slowly until both of her legs were free, and tucked her knickers in his pocket.

"I do," Anna sat up and grabbed his face to kiss him, "But I'm at work and if that door stays closed too long everyone'll know why."

"Is that bad?" John ran a finger over her and Anna shivered.

"Only because they'll never let me live it down and then if they start shagging at work I'll have no leg to stand on about professionalism. I almost walked in on Tom and Sybil in the store closet yesterday."

"Then I'll do my best to make sure no one knows." John dragged Anna to the edge of the desk and she leaned forward to unbuckle his belt. Her hands grabbed there for support when John entered her with a finger. She stared him down as he taunted her. "First to finish loses Anna."

"I don't lose, John." Anna bit her lip when he used a second finger and shoved his trousers and pants down his legs before grabbing him in a punishing grip. "Loser has dishes for a week."

"Why not make it interesting?" John added a third finger, scraping down her while Anna rubbed her thumb over his tip to spread the moisture there over him. "Rubbish bins and toilet."

"Then I'll definitely win," Anna yanked his hand away and used her legs wrapped around his waist to pull him into her.

Both of them took a moment, groaning softly so no one could hear them, before John pumped into her. Anna held at the back of his neck, kissing him as deeply as she could as her other hand ran down to sink her nails into his ass. John bucked into her, stuttering and coming close to the edge.

He broke the kiss, glaring at her while she only grinned back. John's hand at her back held her to him while his hand on her ass lifted her just enough to change his angle. He hit just the right spot inside her and Anna let her head fall back, moaning louder than she intended.

John kissed up her neck. Anna turned to meet his lips as their bodies collided, the sweat sliding her ever so slightly on the edge of her desk. But it also helped the hand she snuck between them to brush at him.

He released then, Anna following just after him with a satisfied smile. John leaned over her, his arms trembling as Anna rubbed over him. She kissed his cheek before tilting back to look at him.

"Good think you like cleaning."

"Good thing I love you." John kissed her, nipping at her bottom lips as he drew back. Anna dug in her drawer for some wipes and handed them to him as she got of her desk, cleaning the surface and then offering John the rubbish bin for the used cloths. He handed her trousers but Anna held out her hand.

"I think I need something else first."

"No you don't." John tapped his pocket as he finished buckling his pants in place. "Because later I might want to bend you over my desk when you come by to pick me up after work."

"Really?" Anna leaned on the edge of her desk, crossing her arms.

"Really," John winked at her, "They'd just get in the way."

"Who says I want to pick you up after work?"

"How else would we have dinner together?" John went to stand by the window shades, "You're choice. But if I raise these your employees will see more of you than you want them to."

"You're incorrigible John Bates." Anna pulled her trousers up, buttoning them before slipping her feet into her heels.

"Only for you." He lifted the shades ad Anna waited for him by the door. They kissed quickly before she unlocked the door to let him out. "I'll see you later Anna."

"Only if you're good John."

"You haven't complained yet."