She was doing it again. Taking a sip from her drink, then running her tongue along the rim of the glass before setting it back down. It wasn't a very bold gesture � in fact, it was pretty damn subtle -- but it was distracting enough to make Josh forget all about Senator Moyers, who was sitting directly across the table from them.

Moyers. Right.

He redirected his attention to the Senator, dutifully listening to him ramble on about the extended school year thing.

Sam should have been the one sitting here, enduring the endless hell of this dull and pedantic meeting. But no. Sam had called from the hospital, in agony from a kidney stone. A kidney stone! What kind of pansy-ass person got hospitalized for a kidney stone?

Josh had laughed about it, until the President had learned of Sam's predicament and insisted that Josh take the meeting instead. Not Bram. Not Lou. Josh. Even though Donna was already going to be there, keeping the First Lady up to date and making his presence wholly unnecessary.

So here he was, enduring the lunch from hell with Moyers and Donna.

But maybe it wasn't quite hell, because Donna was here. And because she was sitting just a few inches away from him and still doing that thing with her tongue.

He wondered briefly if she was doing it on purpose, just to get a rise out of him. Probably not, because if she'd really wanted to distract him, she would have ordered a drink with olives. Or cherries.

Instead, she'd gotten something with mint. A julep? A mojito? He had no idea what it was called, but there was green stuff hanging off the edge and sugar around the rim. Or maybe it was salt? It really didn't matter, except to highlight that she was probably just enjoying the taste of whatever crystallized stuff was on there and not deliberately trying to frustrate him.

Right. And that's why she was pressing her thigh close to his under the table.

~~~~~

Donna hadn't exactly planned on teasing Josh. But when her drink had arrived ringed with sugar, her sweet-tooth had kicked in and she'd automatically stuck her tongue out to lick the rim. And, upon setting her glass back on the table, she had looked up and noticed Josh staring at her mouth.

Curious, she'd repeated the thing with her glass, and his gaze had held, fixating on her tongue and lips. Amused by his staring, she'd decided to play with him a little, taking several long sips from her drink and ending each one with a small lick. And every time, his eyes followed the path of her tongue as it traced the damp edge of the glass.

Encouraged, she uncrossed her legs and pressed her thigh against his. His gaze immediately went back to Moyers, but she felt him fumble around under the table, his warm hand landing on her thigh and squeezing it just the slightest bit before moving away.

Hiding a smile behind her napkin, she slipped her other hand beneath the table and into his lap. His leg twitched, but he didn't move it away, so she slid her hand closer to his crotch, fondling the beginnings of what promised to be a very nice erection. A /very/ nice erection.

She was deciding if she dared go any farther when Moyers suddenly asked her if she knew anything about stamp collecting. Pulling her hand from Josh's lap, she tried not to blush too furiously.

"Philately?" she asked, offering him a slightly embarrassed smile.

~~~~~

As soon as Donna said the word, Josh yanked his attention back to the conversation.

Philately?

How the hell had they moved from a discussion on an extended school year to stamp collecting? And how, after all this time, did Donna still manage to make such an innocent word sound so dirty and provocative?

He turned his head, shooting her a disbelieving look, but her eyes remained focused on Moyers and she refused to look at him, even when he nudged her with his foot. Which was probably a good thing, because if she'd been looking at him, she would have clearly read his highly inappropriate thoughts. Plus, any response she made � either verbal or nonverbal -- probably wouldn't help very much with the raging hard-on he was currently sporting.

Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, he sighed and resigned himself to enduring the rest of lunch. In thirty minutes he could escape from this hellacious meeting and drag Donna home to continue what she had started under the table. He was a grown man. He could wait a half hour. Meanwhile, it couldn't be that bad, listening to the Senator, if he knew there was a reward waiting for him, could it?

Yes, it could, he realized, as the Senator launched into a mind-numbing monologue about stamp collecting. Philately. Whatever.

He was about to interject a biting question about how the postal system had anything to do with longer school years when he saw Donna's hand steal under the table again and felt her pat his leg. Not like before, when she'd been trying to provoke him, but reassuringly, as if she understood his frustration.

And as if she had a plan.

Curious, he watched as she pulled her cell phone from her purse with her free hand and checked the blank screen.

"Excuse me, Senator. I have a phone call," she said, smiling at the elderly man and giving Josh another reassuring pat. "I don't want to interrupt, so I'll just take this over there and be right back."

Then she rose from her seat and sauntered towards the restrooms, a seductive sway in her hips. Josh watched her go, tamping down the urge to follow her immediately and wondering how quickly he could make his own excuses without seeming too rude or obvious.

~~~~~

It wasn't until she was actually inside the ladies' room that she began to have second thoughts. Was she really going to do this? Seduce Josh here, while a Senator sat at their lunch table, waiting for them?

Then she realized that she'd already started the seduction, as soon as she had slid her leg against his. So the real question was� was she going to see it through to the end?

Locking herself into one of the stalls, she kicked off her shoes and tugged at her pantyhose before she could lose her nerve. She shoved them to the bottom of the bag, thankful that it was roomy enough to hide any suspicious bulges. Then she slipped her feet back into her pumps and unlocked the stall door, heading to the sink and reflexively washing her hands as she waited.

Sex. Sex in the bathroom. Sex with Josh in the bathroom. Sex with Josh in the very public, very open ladies' room.

She looked up at her reflection in the mirror and that was when it hit her � she couldn't do this.

~~~~~

It was at least five minutes before Josh found the conversational opening he needed and excused himself from the table. Donna was waiting for him. Donna and her amazing hands and supple mouth and long luscious legs. Just� Donna.

Impatiently, he made his way to the long plant-lined hallway that led to the restrooms. But he didn't realize until he was standing outside the door to the ladies' room that he had no idea how to proceed.

Was there an etiquette to this kind of thing? Should he knock or stride right in? Peek his head in first to make sure the coast was clear or wait for Donna invite him in?

He was debating the merits of knocking when the door swung open.

~~~~~

She walked out of the ladies' room and straight into Josh, who looked nervous and aroused all at the same time. It worked on him though � the manic and rumpled look -- and her stomach did a little flip when he smiled at her.

That smile got to her every time, reminding her of how his mouth felt against her skin when he teased her in bed, or how his lips quirked up just the slightest bit when they were in meetings, sending silent messages to her alone. That smile� she flushed with arousal just thinking of it.

Then she remembered that she didn't have anything on under her skirt. Her flush deepened and her stomach did another little flip, this time from embarrassment.

Dragging him behind one of the many potted plants that lined the hall to the restrooms, she glanced to either side to make sure they were alone, then confided in a low voice, "I'm not wearing any underwear."

~~~~~

Josh stared at her for a split second before bursting into laughter. Only Donna could take something so inherently sexy and make it sound, well, /not/ sexy.

She swatted his shoulder, her face flaming. "It's not funny, Josh! I went in there thinking about� and then... And now Senator Moyers is sitting in the dining room waiting for us and /I'm not wearing any underwear/!"

She meant it � she was standing in front of him, skirt primly in place, but with absolutely nothing on underneath.

He swallowed. "Really? You� wow."

"Really," she said in a very low voice and stepping away from the wall. "I'll just� tell him I had to leave. I'll meet you back at the office �"

"No, wait," he said, grabbing her arm and guiding her back behind the fern. "You have no underwear on right now?"

"Yes!" she hissed.

He weighed the possibilities in his head, then took another look at all the potted ferns. He could barely believe he was contemplating this, but�

"I don't know, Donna, maybe I'm not ready to go back to the table yet," he whispered, settling his hands on her hips and leaning in close so she was forced back against the wall.

She gasped, but he didn't give her a chance to say a single word. His lips covered hers, devouring her mouth, until finally, desperate for air, he pulled away.

"Josh," she breathed, her lips so close that he could smell the mint on her breath. "We shouldn't� Moyers�"

"Can wait," he muttered, his lips descending to her neck. He nipped at the flesh there and felt her shudder. And when he placed a hot, wet kiss in the same spot he'd just nipped, he felt her melt into him, clearly signaling her acquiescence. Thank god. Maybe Moyers could wait, but he couldn't -- not after she'd dropped that bomb about being naked under there.

Hitching up the front of her skirt, he pressed his palm against her pubic bone, his fingers stroking the moist curls at the juncture of her thighs.

"Oh god," she moaned, clutching at his shoulders and widening her stance. "Please don't stop."

Chuckling, he slipped his hand farther between her legs, sliding one finger and then another into her wet and welcoming passage. Her muscles clenched around him and he had to bite back a moan of his own as he thought about her tightening around his cock in the same way.

"Not yet," he warned quietly, withdrawing his fingers to fumble with the fastening on his pants. He'd just about managed to get the button free when he felt her smooth, cool hands join his, lowering his zipper and drawing his cock gently through the slit in his boxers. Josh lowered his head to the crook of her shoulder, trying to muffle the groan that escaped his lips as she guided him beneath her skirt and between her thighs.

~~~~~

Thank god for high heels, Donna thought hazily as she lifted her leg against his hip. The extra two inches made her the perfect height for him to slip into her easily, filling her with his heated length.

God, he felt so good.

Not just there but everywhere � the hardness of his chest against hers, the muscles of his shoulders bunched beneath her hands, his lips against her neck, teasing her, tasting her, making her head fall back against the paneled wall to give him better access to her throat.

She whimpered and pushed her hips at him, willing him to move, to claim her, right here, right now. And claim her he did, his hips pistoning back and forth as he drove into her, hard and fast.

She stifled a cry of pleasure as he pushed against her. Her body was crying out for release, her muscles were clenching around him, her legs were straining with the effort to keep her standing and then� oh god!

She shuddered against him, her head dropping to his shoulder as she came. Vaguely, she felt him stiffen at his own release and felt the rush of wetness between her legs. But her brain refused to process all the minute details, focusing instead on the warm satisfaction coursing through her body, the shelter of the ferns, the feel of Josh against her, blocking out the rest of the world�

Until she heard a cough somewhere to the right of them and her head jerked up as she remembered exactly what they were doing and where.

~~~~~

Josh was still breathing hard, his body crushing Donna's against the wall, when the muted sounds of the restaurant began to filter through to his brain -- a clink of a glass here, a rumble of conversation there, and then -- much too close for his peace of mind -- a subtle cough.

He turned his head and � mere feet from where they stood � saw a member of the wait staff, smirking and ogling Donna's long legs. Glaring at him, Josh waved him away, hoping Donna hadn't noticed his presence in the hallway.

Unfortunately, she must have, because her head jerked up and she frantically pushed at his chest with one hand while fumbling with her skirt with the other.

"Josh! Oh my god, Josh! I can't believe we� get dressed!" she whispered hoarsely, gaping at the back of the retreating waiter.

He did as she ordered, wincing as he tugged his zipper up over his still sensitive cock. There wasn't much he could do about his disheveled state, but since Donna said he looked more rumpled than polished most days, he figured it wouldn't matter so much.

Shortly after the waiter disappeared from view, the senator's voice boomed down the hallway, and Josh stepped away from the potted plant, into the center of the corridor.

"Josh?"

"Senator Moyers. I'm sorry. There was a slight situation at the White House that needed my attention," Josh babbled. He could feel Donna's eyes drilling into the back of his head, but he kept going, trying valiantly to spin their absence. He chuckled weakly. "Anyhow, I was just finishing up with my assistant when I ran into Donna on her way out of the ladies' room."

Donna sidled up beside him, somewhat flushed but doing a good job of hiding her embarrassment. She offered the senator her best smile. "I apologize for our absence. Shall we go back to the table and finish our discussion?"

The senator's eyes darted suspiciously from her back to Josh, but he nodded and let Donna lead him back down the hall.

Josh sighed in relief as he followed them. Never again, he promised himself. No matter what little tricks Donna used. No matter how many girly drinks she ordered, or provocative words she used.

He was never doing this again.

Probably.

Possibly.

Maybe.

He groaned.

God, he was so screwed.

~End~