Her hand turned the doorknob and she stepped into the plush outer office.

"Roger?" Ellen called.

"In here, baby," Roger answered.

The sound of his baritone voice relieved as well as excited her.

Roger was seated behind his desk, glancing at a contract. His gray eyes looked up as Ellen came in. "I was afraid you weren't going to make it," he said.

"So was I." Ellen went to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek. "How about a drink? My nerves are shot."

"Sounds good." He watched her compact body as she went to the bar, poured drinks. Roger's groin stirred with excitement. Three months and she still gave him an instant hardon each time they met.

Holding their drinks, Ellen walked over to Roger and perched her ass on a corner of his desk. "Here."

Roger took the Scotch and rested his free hand on her dimpled knee. "Jessica pissed a bitch when I told her I had to come down here to do some work."

"Do you think she suspects?" Ellen asked. Roger's hand had moved higher, and it was getting her hot.

"She doesn't buy, the work excuse anymore. She almost broke my head with a Goddamn lamp!" The heat of Ellen's inner thigh warmed the palm of his moving hand.

Ellen squirmed. A soft whimpering sigh rushed from her parted lips. "Ummmm… Frank's getting difficult, too. I had a hard time getting away this morning. Frank didn't throw a lamp at me, but I can still hear his voice ringing in my head. I think he's mowing the lawn to take out his frustrations." She laughed, looked at Roger. "Ummmm, I like what your hand is doing."

Roger's fingers toyed with the elastic of her panties. The heat of her moist crotch traveled up his arm. His finger wedged inside her panties.

"Oh, Roger." She polished off her Scotch and sighed. "I needed that."

"You need more than a drink, baby." Roger's fingers stroked through her wet cunt gash.