Stealing Time

Chapter 2 and 3

 "Ronnie!" Jeffrey said.

"What?" Ronnie closed the door and turned to see his profile as he typed on the computer.

"You've only been here three days and you've already attracted a major hurricane. I've been here for five months and nada! How'd you do it?" He turned toward her and smiled.

"Ha ha! Rather bad luck I'd say." Ronnie remembered the dread she felt earlier. "Jeffrey, what if something happens to my house? We postponed the closing because of this stupid storm."

Jeffrey had talked her into buying a house instead of renting. Steph suspected that it was a twofold plan—first to keep her from moving in with him, and second to keep her in the area if her new job didn't work out. Ronnie had some insurance money from her father's passing five years before. Until now it had been too hard to spend it. But buying a house was a great opportunity to use her inheritance for a down payment and to also make some repairs on the house—a way to invest in her future, as Jeffrey put it.

"Ron, maybe that's a good thing. If there is damage then you don't have to sign the papers."

"I never thought of that. But what about the owners?" she asked.

"They've got insurance and tons of equity on it. Aren't they the original owners?"

"Yes, they bought it new in 1952," she said.

"They could fix it and sell it later. Don't be stupid because you feel bad for the old geezers. The market is hot and they'll have no trouble selling." He turned back to the computer to type for another minute before finishing with dramatic staccato strikes at the keys, then stood up.

"I know. You're right."

"Come here and let me distract you." He walked over to her with a smile playing on his lips.

"How are you gonna do that?" Nothing could distract her from the storm and the sense of impending doom.

Jeffrey wrapped his arms around her, his mouth pressing into hers, tongues mingling. He worked his way down her neck nibbling and licking, sending chills through her. He grabbed her legs and picked her up before setting her gently down on the desk.

"Well, that might distract me a little," she said breathless.

"I missed you, babe." He sucked on her upper lip and darted his tongue in her mouth. He then stepped backward and unzipped her shorts.

"Oh looky here! You brought out the fancy panties for my enjoyment." He slid his hand inside her shorts to feel the silky smoothness. She stood up so he could remove her shorts and looked down because she had forgotten what she put on—lacy pink see-through silk—his favorite because it barely hid her contours.

He pulled the shorts off and tossed them on the floor. "Let's see if we're matchy-matchy today." He pulled off her shirt. "Oh, yes the full set!" He put his mouth on the pink silk bra and bit through a little. "Are you thinking about the storm right now?" The thrill of the storm had gotten her aroused, but his lips were taking it to another level.

"What storm?" She shoved his head back where it had been.

He deftly worked the clasp in the back so he could remove her bra and toss it on the floor. He took a step back and looked at her sitting only in sheer panties.

"What?" His staring embarrassed her and she resisted the urge to cross her arms. They usually kept the lights low and the bright florescent lights of the office seemed too revealing.