Emma moaned in pleasure. Her whole body throbbed and pulsed with white hot heat. She flung her arms around his neck and plunged whole-heartedly into the kiss, sensuously wiggling her pert bottom on his by now rock hard thighs.

She clung tightly as he attempted to move his delectable mouth off of hers and nipped and nibbled, not wanting to give him a chance to speak just yet, not when she was having so much fun.

When they finally surfaced from the wild embrace, there were a good many buttons open on their respective clothing. Jason’s hands were back on her breast, cupping the trembling, tender flesh and gently flicking her puckered aroused flesh with his thumbs. Her bra had somehow disappeared.

“What do you want from me Emma Smith?” he asked.

“You know my name?” she gasped.

“I can read very well you know,” he said sardonically, nodding towards the nameplate on her desk.

“Oh, of course,” she agreed, mortified. “Would you mind telling me yours?”

“Do you always accost strangers like this?” his eyebrow had quirked most wickedly. The man was eyeing her like she was a weird specimen in a museum. “Jason Johnson, at your service.” His hands seemed to continue caressing her all by themselves.

Emma wondered if it would be at all appropriate to shake his hand at this point, considering where it had already been and all. She was also quite reluctant to have him stop his wonderful petting.

“You want to play some more, Jason?” she asked throatily. She played with the soft springy hair on his well muscled chest as she spoke. Might as well make him think she was a bimbo, she decided. It was too late to act sophisticated anyway.

Jason’s face openly reflected his doubts as he stared at her. ‘ I know you are up to something’ he seemed to be saying. They were still stroking each other, gently but steadily stoking the flames of passion. Gradually his face cleared, as if he had made up his mind.

“I’ll see you after work,” he lifted her off his lap, and set her firmly on her feet. “Six o’clock, across the street from the office.”

He unhurriedly fixed his damp clothing, flicked a hand thru his disarrayed hair, and after sketching her a mocking salute he was gone.

Emma couldn’t believe how well the scene had played out. She was far enough gone to forget her state of undress. She hugged herself and twirled around and around, nearly beside herself with excitement. Her instincts told her it would happen. Her dream was finally within reach.

At twenty seven years of age, her biological clock was ticking loudly. Now she was finally on her way to having her very own baby! And by then, Mr. Dad would conveniently be long gone from the scene, far, far away and none the wiser.
Everything was in place. It was the right time of month for her and the scene was set. Her ‘quarry’ so to speak was in the net. All she had to do was reel him in and get what she needed, hopefully as many times as possible.