“Did you know that Holly should be introduced to the house before Christmas Eve and removed on twelfth night?” Jed asked rhetorically, leaning forward in his chair and watching his staff, a mischievous glint in his eye.

The staff meeting had been a slightly subdued affair. The staff were all feeling the after effects from the staff Christmas party the night before, some more than others. Of course it was Sunday and as such his staff should be home, asleep or. . . He really didn‘t want to contemplate what his staff would be doing, it was enough to give him nightmares. They would have been at home, had it not been for Josh’s dumbassed comment about New Hampshire. Of course Josh had been drunk and didn’t mean it but sometimes it was fun to screw with their minds.

Leo rolled his eyes. “Mr. President?”

“And then we have mistletoe.”

A collective groan went around the gathering.

CJ covered her eyes with her hand and tried to starve off the headache she knew was coming. It was punishment, an hour of Christmas trivia and not a respite in sight, not that she’d done anything wrong per se. No worse than anyone else, anyhow. Besides it was Christmas.

*~*~*~*

Toby ordered another glass of whiskey and leaned back against the bar. The party was in full swing around him, the alcohol was flowing freely and someone had hijacked the band. A string of 70s cover versions were now playing and most of the staff had taken to the make-shift dance floor.

He’d invited Andi as his guest but she had politely refused. It was subtle but he knew deep down she was gently pushing him further and further away. Hence the fact he was propping up the bar and getting drunk alone.

“Come dance with me,” CJ called, grabbing his arm.

She had disappeared early on in the evening, and when she’d returned she had been flushed and decidedly shaky on her feet. Bare feet, he now noted. The fact that Abbey had also been absent for over an hour had led him to the conclusion they were instilled somewhere with a few bottles of wine.

“Are you drunk?”

“Maybe,“ she giggled, tugging harder on his arm. “I want you. . . “ Her voice trailed off leaving Toby wondering what she was going to say.

Toby sighed and considered refusing her. Her glazed expression, and the fact he was probably the only thing holding her up, changed his mind. Downing his drink, he followed her on to the dance floor expecting a slow dance.

Instead strains of salsa music filled the air and CJ began to writhe in front of him, her arms waving through the air as her hips swayed.

Toby’s eyes were drawn to her chest, now covered in a healthy red flush, as she moved.

There were times when she got like this that he had to remind himself that they were friends and colleagues. Right then as she gyrated and gazed at him seductively, he was prone to forget. Which in anyone’s book could only lead to disaster.

CJ grabbed his hand and motioned for him to move.

Slowly he shuffled his feet, the fingers of one hand entwining with hers as the other hand moved stiffly at his side.

With a big grin and a slight shake of her head, she took a step towards him and reached for his free hand, placing it firmly on her waist. She wiggled her hips before pressing her pelvis against his.

If he had any doubts before, he knew for sure now that she was drunk. It wasn’t so much the proximity of her body as her mouth against his ear.

“Faster, Toby,” she whispered. “You need to thrust and roll.”

Toby inwardly groaned, her body pressed against his, the breathless way she said his name was only making things worse. If he thrust she was going to know the exact effect she was having on him and the fact that he had slightly less than platonic feelings for her.

He was briefly aware of her hand on his shoulder working it’s way down his back to grip his backside. He jumped and she pulled him closer.

“CJ!”

“Yes, Toby,“ she giggled, her warm breath tickling his ear.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Not that it wasn’t a good way to go, he concluded.

“It’s Christmas, Toby, live a little,” she laughed, releasing his hand and wrapping her arms around his neck.

*~*~*~*

The band changed tempo and salsa music filled the air.

Leo groaned and released his hold on Abbey, guiding her across the dance floor in search of her husband. They found him in the shadows, sipping martinis. Kissing Abbey on the cheek, he handed her back to the President and took a step to move away.

Abbey’s voice stopped him. “Leo, honey, you should go and find Margaret,“ she offered softly.

“Don’t go there,” he grumbled as Jed rolled his eyes.

Abbey quirked up her lips. The deep green satin rustled as she leaned in to whisper against his ear. “You made her cry.”

It wasn’t possible. Margaret didn’t cry, especially not after a minor disagreement. She got mad, usually even or sulked, but tears weren’t her style.

“Does she know you and Jordan are history?”

“No, why should that. . .?”

They might be some of the most intelligent men in America but they were also some of the densest, Abbey had decided long ago. “Leo. She cares about you. She worries about you.” She stopped before she said too much.

“Margaret worries about everything.”

Jed groaned and threw his hands in the air. “Leo, go and apologize to your assistant, ask her to dance, will ya? And that’s an order.” He took his wife’s hand and pulled her back onto the dance floor.

Leo watched them go, slightly envious of their relationship, before groaning and heading in search of Margaret. He found her in the hallway, sipping ginger ale and singing softly to herself.

“Margaret,“ Leo called from the doorway.

She turned slowly, her smile fading as she saw him. “Did you need something?” That was all she needed after the day she’d had. Another emergency or one more piece of work that needed doing tonight.

“Have you got a minute?” He moved across the room until he was standing beside her.

Margaret shrugged. She’d been chatting with the other assistants but they were all drunk and giggly, gossiping about the other staffers. It wasn’t really what she was in the mood for.

“I owe you an apology.”

“Really?”

“Something happened and I took my frustration out on you,” he explained calmly. “But it wasn’t you I was angry at. I’m sorry.”

“Okay,” she stammered. “Apology accepted.” Leo never apologized, not to her anyway.

Leo allowed himself the indulgence of a small smile. “Wow. I was expecting a reaction, any sort of reaction.”

Margaret was watching him through narrowed eyes with a sense of mistrust he found unnerving.

“You and Jordan had another fight.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“We broke up.”

“And you took it out on me. . .” she stopped suddenly. “You broke up?”

He nodded mutely. He’d had dinner plans with Jordan the previous evening and somewhere between the entrée and dessert she had told him she wanted a commitment. It might have had something to do with his track record. Last Christmas Eve they’d enjoyed a romantic candlelight dinner and he’d forgotten to phone for a few months after. Not exactly the best way to keep a girlfriend but she’d agreed to try again.

He must have been slow to hide his surprise because two minutes later she was laying into him about putting work first. It had been Jordan’s face he saw but Jenny’s voice he heard, the same accusations she had thrown at him the night she‘d left him. He had denied it, but then his date had point blank asked him if there was another woman. Leo had rolled his eyes, wondering where the hell women came up with such ideas. Things had only gotten worse until she’d grabbed her coat and stormed out, leaving him sitting alone at the table.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“You are?” He’d always suspected Margaret disliked Jordan, although dislike was putting it mildly. Margaret positively avoided his office if his girlfriend was there.

“Yes,” she replied firmly. Without missing a beat she asked, “Aren’t you?”

The 64,000 dollar question. In the moments after her abrupt exit he’d been a little confused and a little pissed at her. By the time he’d reached the hotel he was beginning to wonder why it had been so easy to turn her down. It had finally hit him in the middle of the night, causing him to sit bolt upright in bed. After that he’d been unable to return to sleep.

“Actually, no. Would you like to dance?” Better to change the subject, he decided, than have her ask what she would most definitely ask.

Margaret bit her bottom lip and placed her glass on the table. “I don’t understand.”

He didn’t either. One minute he was enjoying a flirtation with Jordan, the next he was waking up in a cold sweat after dreaming about his assistant.

“Leo. LEO!” Margaret pleaded, her hand squeezing his arm as her voice rose in concern. “Are you okay?”

He shook himself out of his thoughts. “Yeah.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Leo gave her a coy smile. “You want me to lie on the couch?”

Margaret rolled her eyes and gave him the look the assistants reserved for their bosses. “I don’t want to shrink you.”

“I would hope not. But do you want to sit down somewhere?” Leo asked glancing around the hallway and spotting a candy striped couch. As he swivelled back around to look at Margaret he caught the wistful expression on her face and followed her gaze. He inwardly groaned.

Abbey liked to have fun at the staff’s, or Jed’s expense most of the time, it seemed. The Christmas party was no exception. If she wasn’t torturing them with outlandish 80s pop songs, she was inflicting party games. This year the President had put a stop to twister after Zoey and Charlie had become a little too entwined the previous year. He’d been more than a little embarrassed by where his daughter’s hand ended up. The First Lady also liked to play matchmaker, hence the sprigs of mistletoe hung throughout the Residence.

One such sprig hung tauntingly above their heads. Leo looked up and after a moment’s consideration, debating whether it was a good idea, he slowly moved towards Margaret.

Her eyes widened as he cupped her face and leaned in to lightly kiss her lips. His plan went out of the window as his lips pressed against hers and he heard the sharp intake of breath. One hand moved to her hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teased the sensitive flesh until she allowed him entry.

Margaret’s hands moved to his waist, pinning him against her as they continued to make out, oblivious to the audience.

Abbey smiled knowingly from the doorway, before slipping back to the State Room and the party. Her next victims, friends were waiting. What was the point in having a party if her friends didn’t have a little fun?

Jed groaned and rubbed his eyes before trailing after her. It was bad enough his staff dated without having to watch them make out.

*~*~*~*

“And how exactly do you suggest I live a little?” Toby asked dryly. “Open a few buttons? Get as drunk as you?”

CJ ran her fingers down the front of his jacket. “So boring, Toby, so very boring.”

His fingers began to walk up her spine as if by their own accord. He could think of many ways to loosen up, none of which were possible in present company.

“To-by,” she purred. “Are you pleased to see me?” The laughter that followed her words caused him to shift position, proving to her just how pleased he was to see her.

“CJ,” he growled.

The kiss she brushed against his bearded cheek was so soft that he thought he’d imagined it. Then she was pulling away and licking her lips. “There’s something in my office you might like to see.” Her eyes danced as she threw her head back, leaving him in no doubt what she was proposing.

He watched her go, the exaggerated swing of her hips and the flirty way she glanced back over her shoulder every few seconds. When he finally saw her disappear through the doors and from view he stuck his hands in his pockets and ambled after her.

From her table by the door, Abbey winked at him, her lips twisted into a smirk. Four down, two to go. Her eyes searched the room for Josh.

Toby grumbled something inaudible and picked up speed.

As he walked purposefully through the corridors to the West Wing, he began to have his doubts. CJ had long enjoyed flirting with him, it was the nature of their relationship, but they were also good friends. He didn’t want something to happen that they would both regret, or rather that she would. There was also the fact she was drunk and he was about to become a father. Making out with CJ in her office was. . .well, not the most sensible thing he’d ever done.

As he rounded the corridor to her office, he noticed the blinds were drawn. Then his eyes fell to the single black pump in the middle of the carpet. Toby bent down and picked it up. A few more steps and he found the matching shoe. A wry smile pricked at the corners of his lips. Any doubts began to fall by the wayside.

The door to the office was closed, a black skirt hanging on the handle. Removing it, Toby knocked lightly on the solid wood. “CJ?”

The sound of someone scurrying across the room followed then CJ’s sultry voice. “You can come in.”

It took a few moments for Toby’s eyes to adjust to the light in the room. A single church candle was sitting in the middle of her desk, casting an eerie glow onto the walls. His foot collided with something and he looked down, barely making out her nylons and the ruby red blouse she had been wearing earlier.

“CJ?” Toby asked suspiciously.

“Merry Christmas, or should that be Happy Holidays,” she purred, stretching out on the couch and crossing her legs.

Holy hell was the first thought that crossed his mind as he saw her for the first time. The usual business attire had been discarded and she was wearing little more than a bra, not just any bra but one that added inches to her bust, and a pair of sexy panties. He swallowed hard as she licked her lips.

“Get over here big boy.”

“Uh, CJ,” he gulped, feeling the slight tightening of his pants. “Maybe I should get you a coffee.”

She shook her head and slid her foot up her calf. “I’m not thirsty.” Her finger beckoned him over.

Toby stood on the threshold, the door open behind him, his mind debating what to do next. In a split second he made the decision. Closing the door behind him, he locked it and dropped her discarded clothes in a pile on the floor. “Are you sure about this?”

CJ reached behind her and unfastened the bra. It slid slowly off her shoulder revealing a little more of her pale breast. “What do you think, Pokey?” she teased, one eyebrow raised.

His jacket joined her clothes on the floor as he toed out of his shoes.

*~*~*~*

Leo broke the kiss and stepped back.

Margaret was staring back at him, eyes wide, her fingers stroking her swollen lips.

“Do you want to go somewhere and talk now?” he asked, resisting the urge to reach for her hand.

She bobbed her head, her eyes never leaving his face. “Your hotel room?” she suggested in a tiny voice, barely audible.

They were both sober, he was her boss and recently out of a relationship. It was a recipe for disaster, which is why it surprised him to hear himself saying yes. Casting a glance around the hallway, he motioned with his head to the door.

In the elevator on the way down, she reached for his hand, lacing her fingers with his and smiling up at him.

Leo smiled back. He would drive her to the hotel, make coffee and they could talk, it didn’t have to be a big deal.

“Why did you kiss me?”

“There was mistletoe,” he replied dryly.

“Leo,” she whined, squeezing his hand, firmly.

“I’m pretty sure you kissed me back.”

She had, but Margaret knew why. She was in love with her boss. It had started off innocently enough as a crush, sweet day-dreams and what ifs. Then he had split from Jenny and she’d gone home every night and fantasized about what could have been. It was only with Jordan that jealousy had set in and she realized it was love.

There was silence as Margaret nibbled her bottom lip and Leo stared at the elevator door.

“Have you got a coat?” he asked as the doors open and they stepped out into the foyer.

“Yeah.”

After picking up her coat, they made their way out to the parking lot. Leo’s car sat in his space, the one closest to the building, the one that Josh coveted so much. Leo opened the door and waited as Margaret climbed in before settling himself in the driver’s seat.

“You can drop me off at home, if you’d rather,” Margaret offered, once he’d started the engine and they were heading up fifteenth street.

“No.” It was so firm it surprised them both. Even more so was his hand reaching over and covering hers. “Unless. . .”

“No.”

They lapsed into silence as he manoeuvred his way through the streets and pulled up at his hotel.

The doorman took the car keys and opened the lobby doors.

With a hand on Margaret’s back, Leo guided them through the lobby and into the elevator. His eyes scanned the room, checking that no one was paying them any undue attention, and he breathed a sigh of relief as the doors closed behind them.

“I take it there was no press?”

He grinned back at her. “CJ would kill me.” He mentally kicked himself. “I’m not ashamed of having you here, it’s. . .”

Margaret wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed her lips against his. When she released him, he was grinning inanely.

“Margaret?”

“Not so much with the talking for you,” she whispered, taking his hand and smiling to herself with new found confidence.

“Okay.” He wasn’t about to argue with her as long as she kept kissing him like that.

“Okay.”

They walked down the corridor in silence, their joined hands swinging between them until they reached his suite.

*~*~*~*

Toby sat down on the coffee table and allowed his eyes to roam CJ’s body. She was, he admitted, exquisite, perfectly formed and. . .Words evaded him as she reached out her hand and he felt her fingers moving steadily up the inside of his leg.

It was strangely erotic, the alternating sensation of her feather light touch and her nails scraping the sensitive skin through his pants.

“Toby,” she purred.

“Uh-huh,” he mumbled, his eyes drawn to her hand on his thigh.

“You might find this more. . . uh. . . rewarding if you got rid of your pants.” Her eyebrows waggled as she stretched her arm and her hand cupped his groin. “I think someone wants to come out and play.”

“Come and get it baby,” he growled. He lifted his head and looked her in the eye. “Oh, boy, I’m spending way too much time with Josh.”

CJ swung her legs onto the floor and moved both hands to the fastening of his pants. She tried and failed twice to undo the clasp.

The third time, he pushed her hand aside and did it himself.

As he rose to his feet, his pants dropped into a puddle at his feet and her eyes dropped to his groin, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Toby grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet. His mouth covered hers as he thoroughly kissed her, his fingers caressing her back and shoulders.

CJ slid a hand between them and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, giggling as she failed miserably. She wasn’t drunk, maybe tipsy but then it was a rare occasion when Abbey and her got to have girly time. Tonight she had been determined not to miss out. Besides, it wasn’t as if she wasn’t in control of her faculties. Snaking her hands around Toby’s back and under his shirt, she raked her nails over his back.

“CJ?” he groaned, pulling her flush against his chest. His erection twitched between them. The combination of the alcohol and her ministrations was starting to have the desired effect. There was however the age old adage of too much of a good thing. “I need. . .”

She removed her hands and stepped back.

Toby watched as she walked somewhat shakily to the desk and lifted the goldfish onto the sideboard. Her laptop followed and a pile of papers ended up in the trash can. His eyes widened as she discarded her bra and stepped deftly out of her panties. Her next move had him tugging his shirt and undershirt over his head and pulling off his socks.

“You seem to be in a hurry there,” she teased, laying back on the desk and pointing one leg in the air.

“Are you. . .?” he asked, one final time. There wouldn’t be time later, he decided.

“Sure that I want you to screw me on my desk? Yes.” Her eyes glazed over seconds before they fluttered shut.

He almost tripped over his briefs in his hurry to remove them and get across the room to her. Finally free he grabbed the desk and stared down at her long naked form.

“Like what you see?” She didn’t wait for his answer, instead placing a hand on either side of his face and pulling his head down and kissing him firmly on the lips. When she pulled back she looked him in the eye and said simply, “We’re okay.” Explanations were unnecessary, her eyes told him what she was implying.

Toby kissed her lips again then moved lower, sucking and nibbling on her collar bone eliciting tiny whimpers from her. His hands cupped her breasts as his lips sucked first one, than the other nipple into his mouth.

CJ lifted her hips off the desk and reached for him, her hands touching his back, his shoulders and wherever she could reach.

Leaving her hard, sensitive nipples behind, Toby made his way to her stomach. As he kissed her navel, he watched with satisfaction as she responded to his fingers against her sex.

Her hands gripped his backside, as she bucked in the air. She whimpered and moaned as he brought her closer to climax.

He stopped suddenly and smiled.

“Toby?” she begged in an exasperated sigh.

It was his every Christmas wish come true, CJ naked and calling his name. Moving around the desk, he positioned himself between her legs, lifting them up and over his shoulders.

She shook her head and shifted further down the desk.

Slowly, he slid inside her, an inch at a time until she was practically crying for more. Gripping the desk, he thrust in and out, letting her responses guide him.

CJ gripped the desk and pushed against him, shifting position until she felt the gentle wave begin in her stomach and the slight tremor in her thighs.

Her eyes locked with his as she called, “Toby, please.”

His breath caught in his throat and he gathered speed, delighting in pleasure as she cursed and called his name, her own climax washing over her.

Toby continued to move inside her, long and deep thrusts until he felt the sudden heat shooting though his erection. He let out a grunt as he spilled into her, collapsing against her stomach.

CJ’s hands moved to his head and she gently massaged his scalp. “You rest a while, Big Boy, then we can move to the couch.”

His head lifted briefly to look at her and he groaned at her smug expression. It was going to be a long night, but one he wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

*~*~*~*

“So. . .,” Leo started, watching as Margaret kicked off her shoes and began to walk around his room. “If we’re not going to talk. . .what do you want to do instead?”

Margaret turned from examining his collection of photographs and grinned. “We could watch movies.”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “We can do that.”

“The bedroom’s through here?” Margaret asked, pointing to a closed door and heading in it’s direction.

“Yeah?” he replied warily, not really sure what was going on.

“Good, because we should change into something more comfortable.” With that she disappeared inside the bedroom.

Leo stood, rooted to the spot as she opened and closed drawers. Eventually it went quiet.

A few seconds later, the door opened and Margaret appeared in the open doorway, wearing his blue striped pajama top. His pajama bottoms came flying towards him.

“Margaret?”

“You need to loosen up.” She brushed past him and settled herself on the couch, tucking her legs under her and flicking on the television. “What sort of movies do you like? Oops, not that sort.” Her head tilted to one side and she scrunched up her face. “I don’t even want to know how they do that.”

Leo flushed pink and cleared his throat. “I’m just going to get changed.”

“If you need a hand, just shout,” she called after him.

It was definitely a side to his assistant he hadn’t seen before, Leo decided. She was far too confident, enjoying throwing him off balance far too much. As he discarded his clothes and slipped into the pants, pulling a robe around him, he wondered if it was worth calling her bluff.

She was curled up on the couch when he rejoined her a few minutes later, a pillow clutched to her chest.

“Are you warm enough?” Leo asked, moving towards the chair.

“Yup,” she smiled, raising one eyebrow and patting the couch beside her.

“Shame.”

Margaret’s smile widened. “What did you have in mind?” she purred, tossing the pillow onto the floor and shifting position until she was on her knees.

“I thought we could start with this,” he whispered seconds before he kissed her. He pulled back and waited. She was still his assistant and what they were doing was already stepping over the line, but she didn‘t seem to mind. The fact they were both sober was probably a good thing, he decided.

“Then what?” she teased, straddling his thighs and pushing his robe off his shoulders.

Leo kissed her again.

Margaret shook her head. “I was thinking of this,” she whispered, lowering her head to lightly rain kisses over his collar bone and chest.

The tenderness of her kisses elicited a low moan from Leo and he snaked an arm around her back and up under his shirt. His nails raked her back as she leaned into his touch.

“Leo?”

“Um?” he mumbled, opening his eyes and looking up at her.

“If we’re going to do this, and I’m pretty sure we are,” she grinned, sliding further into his lap and noting with satisfaction his reaction. “Can we move somewhere a little more comfortable?”

So much for calling her bluff, he thought as she slid off his lap and led him into the bedroom.

*~*~*~*

Last night had been a good night, Leo concluded, grinning to himself. They had made love only once but it had been sweet and slow and he had been amazed by her reactions. There had been the potential to be a good morning, but instead of curling up next to Margaret, stroking her back and making slow gentle love to her again, he had been called into a meeting. He had two consolations. Margaret had promised to wait at the hotel until he returned and everyone else was suffering just as much as he was.

“Did you know that the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe was made popular in Victorian times, but it actually dates back to the middle ages when mistletoe was hung in homes to ward off evil spirits? “Jed continued smugly. Another five minutes of this and he could go back to the Residence and entice Abbey into a little water play.

Toby scratched the back of his head and tried to dislodge the dull ache at the base of his spine. Office couches weren’t designed for sleeping on, not that he’d had much sleep. The President had positively smirked at Toby’s attire when he’d shuffled into the meeting. Typical that he’d already worn the clean suit he kept in the office earlier in the week and was forced to wear the suit from the party to the meeting. He glanced up and stole a glance at CJ before returning his attention to the blank legal pad in front of him.

Her hand was propping up her chin, no doubt covering the beard burn that he knew was clearly evident. Of course there were other places. . . He let that thought linger for a moment, before swallowing and trying to tune back in to what the President was saying.

“Kissing under the mistletoe during the Greek festival of saturnalia was thought to strengthen powers of fertility.”

Josh groaned and everyone’s heads shot up to look at him. Josh lifted his head carefully and glanced at the President.

“Something wrong, Josh?”

“No, Mr President.” I just love talking about the powers of fertility with you.

“Good, because we have yet to discuss Ivy,” Jed said smugly. “Where was I? Oh, yes. In Scandanavia mistletoe is known as a peace plant which had the power to stop fighting enemies and to help husbands and wives kiss and make up after an argument. Maybe we should put a little more up around the place. What do you think, CJ?”

“Why me? I wasn’t the one making out in the supply closet. . .” She stopped abruptly. “Oh.”

“Yeah, remember that line?” Jed started to chastise then stopped. “Who was making out in the supply closet?”

The four staffers exchanged knowing looks.

“You, Mr. President,” Josh and Toby mumbled together.

Jed turned four shades of pink as he vaguely remembered fishnet stockings, a red silk blouse and his wife. “Right, well. I’m sure we all have things to do. Tis the season and all that.”

Tis the season to be. . .well he wasn’t sure what for, except his wife had a tendency to get happy at the holidays, which in turn meant she got horny. He glanced at his staffers and inwardly groaned. There was something about the way they were looking at him, that enforced the fact they’d pretty much heard everything.

“Don’t you people have homes to go to?“ he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Go home.“ He waved his hand. “Dismissed.”

They didn’t need telling twice.

Josh practically ran out of the door, reaching in his pocket for his cell as he went. Amy was still in town for the holidays and he had every intention of making the most of it.

Leo shuffled back through the connecting doors to retrieve his coat. His plans for the rest of the day including room service and showing Margaret exactly how sorry he was for making her cry.

The final two staffers walked back to their offices separately.

A few seconds later CJ’s cell rang. Grabbing it off the floor, she smiled at the familiar number. “Hey.”

“Don’t know about you, but I could do with some sleep,” he growled.

“And food. I seem to have worked up an appetite,” she agreed.

“Meet me out in the parking lot.”

CJ grinned. After breakfast and a few hours sleep, she fully intended to finish off what they started the night before. There were still so many places they had yet to experiment in and after his performance last night, she had no intention of giving up until they’d tried them all. It was the season to be suggestive, seductive and downright erotic, after all.

The End