Free Mr. Sir (Ball & Chain) by Jayne Kingston Page A

going with that.
    “That means,” he set her carefully on the edge of the table, “that your sweet pussy should be at exactly the right height for me when I’m standing here, comfortably.” He gasped as though he was surprised when she lay back without him slipping out of her. “Well, would you look at that.”
    “Best anniversary present ever,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist as she reached for him. She needed his mouth, his body pressed to hers. She needed to be touching as much of him as possible. “How are you going to top this next year?”
    Mercy, he was rock hard again as he sank deeper.
    “I’ll think of something,” he promised.

Chapter Ten
     
    “You’ll be back at your desk on Monday,” Owen said, bringing Grace out of a doze.
    She opened her eyes and looked up from where her head rested on his shoulder. He lifted his head from the edge of the deep, claw-foot bathtub and smiled.
    “Turns out it was Tim, not Sanders, who went to Ziegelski.”
    She frowned. “Tim?”
    “He was in the bathroom the day Sanders was giving me a hard time about the lipstick.” His smile widened when she giggled. “We had no idea he was in the room.”
    She gasped and her eyes went wide. “He overheard us talking the day he came in after Ziegelski reamed us,” she said. “He’s the reason I was moved from my desk.”
    Owen nodded.
    “Why would Tim go to the boss about something like that? It’s not like he’d be considered for partner even if he had something more than a little office indiscretion to use against you.”
    He shrugged one gorgeous shoulder, stirring up the fragrant scent of the milk and honey bath when the water rippled.
    “Apparently he thought if he could come up with some dirt on Sanders and I, he’d have a chance.” He rolled his eyes. “And Stacy isn’t sleeping with Sanders. She’s been telling everyone she is so he looks bad to Ziegelski.”
    “Let me guess. She’s really having an affair with Tim.”
    He simply smiled in response. He took the washcloth draped over the side of the tub, soaked it and squeezed the water over her chest where it was exposed over the surface of the opaque water.
    “Tim knows what a puritan Ziegelski is,” he said. “He’s been playing into the boss’s high moral standards to try to get on his good side.”
    “If he’d put as much effort into doing his job well as he did trying to mess things up for everyone else, he might actually be in the running.”
    “Right?” He gently stroked the washcloth over her neck.
    She practically purred at the feel of his touch. “Poor Stacy.”
    He snorted. “Poor Stacy knew exactly what she was getting into.”
    She shook her head. “I really don’t think she did. She’s a good worker, but she’s not that bright. He probably fed her enough bullshit she thought she’d attached her star to the right comet tail.”
    He was quiet for so long she looked up at him again.
    “Don’t worry about Stacy,” he told her, his tone serious. “She’s not the innocent little rube you might think she is.”
    She sat straight up and looked at him over her shoulder. “What does that mean?”
    He sighed, clearly realizing he should have kept his mouth shut.
    “I think Stacy had her own reasons for wanting to get you away from your desk.”
    “I’ll kill that little bitch,” she muttered.
    His eyebrows shot up and he laughed. The warm, quiet sound immediately squashed the flash of anger that threatened to ruin the bliss of the moment.
    She would have bet everything she held dear that her husband had given the little slut the same amused look he was wearing right then when she made her pass at him.
    “What did she do?” she asked, settling back against his chest again.
    “It doesn’t matter.” The washcloth disappeared under the water as he ran it down her chest between her breasts. She could feel his cock stir against her back.
    “I want to know,” she told him, sighing as the cloth stroked her