Only With My Client

Spring was in the air in Fairfield but not all was sunshine and roses in the Bower-Micelli household as Tony and Angela continued to navigate through their new relationship and plan not one but two life changing events. Trying to find their footing in each other's lives as a couple versus boss/employee and best friend was new territory for them and many of the lines were blurred on just where one started and the other ended.

Finally overcoming Tony's insecurities about their social status difference, new challenges presented themselves as they navigated through their differences about nepotism and whether or not to help Jonathan secure his first job, their decision to purchase their own dream house, finally deciding that Angela's house was their house and the memories it held couldn't be replaced and the first financial struggle they would face together as the Bower Agency fell on hard times due to the lingering recession and Tony took the reins in tightening the household belt.

As the belt got tighter and the company didn't rebound as quickly as she hoped, Angela fell into a deep depression when her one chance of landing a big campaign with Reed Hamilton didn't pan out. Taking solace in her PJ's and the home shopping network, Angela finally broke down when Tony caught her trying to find her credit cards so she could purchase a Molly Mow Cow Creamer and Calf Sugar Bowl. After an unsuccessful attempt to seduce him then brandishing a knife at him in a desperate attempt to find her credit cards so she could soothe her shopping need, Angela finally succumbed to her emotions and confided in Tony about her fears of losing her business and her identity. Drawing a parallel in their lives about their careers not making them who they are inside, him losing his baseball career when he got hurt and her fear of losing her business, Tony finally got through to her, reassuring her that she would get through the slump and that even if they were to lose everything, the house, the cars, the business that he would still love her and they would still have each other. His faith and belief in her and her abilities to get through anything was all the support and encouragement she needed to turn things around.

Having landed the La Fizz account and using Tony's inspiration for the campaign, Angela was excited to put the final touches to the commercial, staying late at the office to finalize all the details before the launch of the campaign. Always worried about how she neglected herself when in the middle of a big project, Tony decided to head to Manhattan to take her a home cooked meal knowing she would be working late, probably hadn't ate properly and hadn't had much sleep due to Al's loud screaming through the night while he was staying with them. Arriving at the office about a quarter to five, Tony became gitty at the thought of seeing Angela in her element- the fierce, fiery, executive, always confident and sure in herself, not to mention hot as hell. Tony loved seeing Angela in her business suits and enjoyed the view as her skirts got shorter over the years revealing miles and miles of her perfectly toned legs. Tony was definitely a leg man, and he most certainly didn't have a problem letting Angela know how much he worshipped hers. He also enjoyed learning the new aspects of Angela's confidence in and out of the boardroom, specially in the bedroom after she closed a new deal.

For years, he relished in the excitement she would share with him about a new campaign, a new client, bouncing ideas off him, turning to him for encouragement and support when things weren't going exactly as she hoped but now that they were a couple, a real team, partners in life and business (he did now own a small percentage of her company), Tony felt more vested and sure of his role in her success.

Walking in, he greeted Jack and the last remaining staff members that were making their way out the door for the evening. Knowing Mona had cut out early, as usual, he inquired of Angela's whereabouts and if she was busy before taking any liberties by intruding in her office. Getting the green light from Jack that she was indeed in her office and done with the last call that had consumed her afternoon, Jack bid Tony farewell and locked the door behind him as he left, leaving Angela in Tony's safe hands.

Knocking lightly on the door, Tony waited for a reply before opening it, "Come in her," he heard her in the distance. Pushing the door open, he stood at the frame, picnic basket in hand, watching her fiddle in the file cabinet, her back to him, bent over, the back of her long legs a little more exposed than he would have liked anyone else to be seeing but to his eyes, were causing his jeans to tighten slightly at the crotch.

A loud wolf whistle escaped his lips causing Angela to leap into the air sending the files in her hand flying as she turned to face him, unaware of who was in her office, "Oh my gosh Tony, you scared the hell out of me," she grabbed her chest trying to catch her breath.

"I'm sorry baby, you said come in, so I came in," his eye fixed to her.

"I guess I did," she rubbed her head, "I don't guess I expected to be whistled at like that," she giggled. "I thought it was Jack."

"Ay oh, he better not be whistling at you like that," his brow furrowed.

"Oh, please Tony, you know he's happily married now, and I'm NOT interested," she rolled her eyes. "We've been down that road already," she chuckled at the memory of him showing up at the hotel thinking she and Jack were shacked up together.

"Oh, I know, but tell me any sane man what wouldn't be incredibly turned on at the sight of those gorgeous legs of yours," he walked towards her, his eyes on fire for her.

"Well luckily for you, these legs are reserved for you and only you," she closed the distance between them.

"Ummmm," he moaned, "I'm lucky indeed," he captured her lips passionately.

Spending a few minutes wrapped in each other's arms, Angela finally broke away, "Not that I'm complaining but what are you doing here?" She wiped her lipstick off his lips with her thumb.

"Dinner," he lifted the picnic basket, "I brought you dinner because I'll bet you didn't have lunch and would have forgotten about dinner as well!"

"Awww Tony, that's so sweet, thank you. How did you know?"

Snapping his fingers cockily, "Because I'm good that way and I know you!" He gave her a flirtatious wink.

"You sure do," she stepped close to him, their noses practically touching, "And you are good, in many, many ways," her tone low and seductive.

With her professional confidence back, her sexual appetite was heightened, and she was ready to switch her attention from the boardroom to the bedroom and Tony was the big fish she now looked to catch. Gliding her hands up his chest, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, linking her fingers together behind his neck. Rubbing her lips softly across his, she trailed his jaw line to his ear, "It's been two weeks," she nibbled his ear, her warm breath sending chills down his spine, "And I think I'm hungry for something else," she pressed her chest up against his, her lips descending his neck, "And I don't think it's in that picnic basket," she dropped her arm, her hand pressing between them making its way to the bugle in his pants.

A deep throated moan escaped his throat, "And just what might you be looking to satisfy your appetite?" His voiced cracked as he felt her fingers slide through his zipper.

"This!" she grabbed hold of him as her lips crashed upon his.

Not wasting any time, he swiftly lifted her leg to wrap around him as he navigated them towards her desk. Clearing the contents quickly with his arm in one swoop, he lifted her up and spent the next fifteen minutes satisfying her hunger while christening the cherry wood top.

Bent over her, trying to regain his breath, not wanting to break their contact by separating themselves, he trailed butterfly kisses down her neck to her chest, cupping both of her lace covered breasts in his hand, burying his face between them and blew a raspberry sending her into a roar of laughter, "That tickles," she squirmed.

Looking up to meet her eyes, "You are so incredible sexy do you know that?" His tongue traced her neck, over her chin, landing on her mouth.

"You're the best account I ever landed," she pulled his head closer, deepening their kiss.

"Maybe we should continue this on the couch where it's not so hard and, uh, you might get a splinter." He kidded.

"I've never made love in my office like this," she caressed his hair, "I think I could get used to it," she gazed into his eyes.

"Maybe I should surprise you with dinner more often?" He stood up, relieving her of his weight and helping her sit up, her legs still wrapped around him, her skirt draped over them.

"I think you should," she kissed him, "This is the kind of account I'd take personal pleasure in managing." She licked her lips.

"Oh ya," he began to get aroused again, "And just what kind of services does your agency offer clients like me?" He pulled her into him.

"Oh Mr. Micelli," she sighed, "I offer personal, satisfaction guaranteed services to special clients such as yourself." She hovered her mouth over his.

"Do you provide these services often Ms. Bower?" His hands moved her skirt up as he began to caress her inner thighs.

"Only as often as my special client demands." Her tone seductive and low.

"What do I need to do to get started with your agency," he took her breast in his hands, cupping them firmly.

"Well first, we have to agree on what the campaign will look like," she moaned as his thumb began to caress the lacy beneath his warm hands, "Then we have to ensure there are no barriers between your needs and mine," she arched her back at his touch allowing him full access to her neck and chest.

Wrapping his arms about her, beneath her blouse, he found the clasp to her bra and unlatched it, "First barrier," he kissed her throat, pulling her blouse and bra off.

"Oh Mr. Micelli, I like your business strategy," she slipped her hands under his shirt, pushing it up and over his head, "I love collaboration," she latched his nipple with her mouth, suckling it.

Cupping her rear, he pulled her up, off the desk, her long legs wrapped around him, as their mouths joined. Reaching the small corner couch in her office, he sat her down, kneeling in front of her, "I have another need that needs to be satisfied," he reached under her dress, pulling her black, silk panties down as he trailed her inner thigh with kisses.

Gasping at his touch, she leaned her head back as the warmth of his breath set her on fire. "Deal made," she sighed as his head disappeared below her skirt and her hand pressed his head deeper into her.

Breathless, coming down off the high she just experienced, Angela panted, "That was the best client experience I've ever had." She giggled, sensitive to his touch still teasing her. Sitting up, breaking contact with Tony's hand beneath her skirt, she licked her lips, her eyes fixed on him, "Now that a deal's been reached Mr. Micelli, I think I need deliver my part of the agreement." She pulled him up off his knees, motioning for him to lay on the couch next to her.

Slipping out of her skirt, she laid her body over his, softly placing kisses along his brows, his cheeks, to his ears, along his neck, down his chest, over his perfectly toned abs, finishing just below his belly button. Catching his eye as she looked up to him, pleased by the expression plastered on his lips, she reached for the button on his jeans, unhooking it to further relieve him of his constraints, she whispered, "Mr. Micelli, I do believe I'm at a disadvantage in this meeting."

"You do?" He moaned an inquisitive glee in his eye.

"Oh yes I do," she returned, 'You see, I seem to have lost all my business attire yet," an innocent tone to her voice, "Yet here you are with barriers still between us."

"Well ma'am, I sure don't wish to put you at any disadvantage much less have any barriers between us so what do you suggest we do to fix the problem?" He grinned seductively.

"I propose we lose these," she grabbed his jeans at the hip and pulled down, bringing his boxers along the way. "That's better," she smiled, ogling his firm body and full erection.

"Now what?" He panted, his heart beginning to race in anticipation of her next move.

Biting her bottom lip, narrowing her eyes as if contemplating something important, she exclaimed, "Sealing the deal!" She crashed her mouth around him, sending his body into spasms of ecstasy.

Unable to contain himself any longer as the thrust of her mouth became stronger and deeper, he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her off him and panted, "I want to finish with you," bringing her to straddle him, sliding easily into position, inducing an electrifying close to their adventure.