"Thank you, Sandi. Just tell Cooper to come in, and put the call through and then you can go to lunch."

She watched with one eye as her husband stalked in and sank into the leather sofa she had in one corner of her office, crossing his legs in front of him. The sofa was pretentious she knew, but Lucas had insisted, arguing, correctly as it turned out, that impressions counted and this would impress all of those rich benefactors they needed. And Cooper did set it off well. She had only a brief moment to admire him, before the beeping vidphone attracted her attention.

Senator Matthews had obviously not had the benefit of a scriptwriter for this call. She watched Cooper with one eye as Matthews droned interminably on. It was obvious that Cooper was getting bored. Well, they had agreed to meet for lunch, and since she had been so busy with the InVitro rights movement they hadn't been seeing as much of each other recently as she would liked. She took time out from listening to Matthews for a moment to run hot eyes up and down her husband's body where he was now reclining on the couch. Definitely not seeing enough of him.

Cooper caught her look, and grinned back at her. She forced her attention back to the Senator, wishing she knew how to shut him up. She also wondered what Cooper would say if she suggested that they skip lunch and just found a motel. Probably be very enthusiastic, she thought allowing herself a very small smile, making sure that the Senator didn't see it.

Cooper meanwhile, had been eyeing Madi's desk. It was a very big desk. Again, Lucas' idea. Big and imposing, and he'd more than once wondered what it would be like to throw her down on it and just drive her nuts. The thought of seeing her writhing on that desk, wearing that smart, sensible suit and no nonsense heels, her cool demeanour shattered was intensely arousing. He wondered what she would say if he suggested that they skip lunch.

He was getting very bored. This phone call was going on forever. He kept throwing hot looks in her direction. He knew that she saw them, and he could tell that she was as bored as he was. With a sigh he got up, and started to pace around the room, idly picking up and putting back down random objects.

He found himself standing beside the door, and noticed something he hadn't noticed before. The door locked. Well now, didn't that open up a world of opportunities. He glanced at his wife, who was still talking on the phone. She shot him a rueful smile. He casually reached behind him and turned the lock. She didn't notice. She also didn't notice when he casually sauntered over to the windows. She did, however, notice when he started to close the blinds, giving her a perfectly innocent look, trying to give her the impression that he'd closed the blinds because the sun was in his eyes. She wasn't fooled.

However, since Matthews was still droning on, she couldn't take him up on it. Matthews might be the world's most boring man, but she needed his support if they were going to get the latest InVitro rights bill through. However, her husband was now sitting back on the sofa, looking as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

The desk was very big, Cooper thought, considering his options. Very big and it didn't have a front. Right now, he had a very good view of his wife's legs. And very nice legs they were too. Very nice indeed. He wondered for a second if she was wearing those stocking things he liked so much. Not only did he like them a lot, but if she was wearing them, that removed another obstacle and made what he was planning much easier. He wasn't a military man for nothing.

He stood and moved towards the desk, resting his hands on it briefly to smile wickedly at Madi. Then he was gone. Madi gasped as she felt his hands slide up her legs underneath the desk. She shuffled in her seat, trying to turn the gasp into a sound of agreement with whatever Senator Matthews was saying. She wasn't sure anymore what the conversation was even about.

Cooper was now pushing her skirt up her legs, agonisingly slowly, his hands brushing over her thighs sending shivers coursing up and down her body. She frantically wracked her brain for a means of ending this conversation politely and tried to keep her face expressionless.

She found it more and more difficult to do this, as Cooper followed his hands with his mouth and tongue, kissing the bare skin of her thighs above her stockings, and swirling his tongue over the patterns on the stocking tops. Her hands clutched the sides of her chair as he pressed his mouth against the fabric of her underwear. Keeping her face so expressionless that Lucas would have been proud of her, she gently eased her hips up, so that he could ease them off.

Now she was exposed to whatever he chose to do. She was already wet with arousal, and she thanked god that when Matthews called she was wearing her jacket. It hid her iron hard nipples. She turned her next gasp into a cough, as she felt one long finger slide into her. Matthews was so wrapped up in his rhetoric that he didn't even notice. He also didn't notice when she started to squirm in her chair, as the finger was joined by a mouth and tongue, that kept pressing hot kisses between her thighs.

At last, just when she thought that she'd have to fake illness or embarrass herself beyond belief by coming in front of a US Senator, he gave her the opening she'd been waiting for. He asked her for some facts and figures. Although she had them on her desk, she said, "That's an excellent question, Senator. Why don't I get my secretary to dig out the relevant information and forward it to you, and then call you tomorrow to discuss it. I know you're a very busy man, Senator, and I really appreciate you giving me this time." He swelled with pride at that, while she thought that she didn't appreciate his time as much as what Cooper was doing just then. With a large fake smile, she broke the connection and then her head fell back onto her chair, as she gave herself over to the sensations that Cooper was causing.

She raised her legs to wrap themselves around his neck, while her hands moved over her head clutch the chair back while his tongue drove her out of her mind. She came explosively, calling his name.

He released his hold on her hips, gently extracting himself from her satiated body. With any luck, his fantasy about her desk was going to come true. He pressed hot kisses on her mouth, while his hands continued to stroke her quivering thighs. He raised his head to look deep into her eyes.

"Hey, Mrs Hawkes, fancy skipping lunch and just fooling around?"

She laughed deep in her throat and ran one finger down his face. It was about the only part of her body that she could move just then. "Well," she chuckled, "I was thinking of suggesting we skip lunch and find a motel."

"A motel?" He shook his head at her with a mock sigh. "Why waste money on a motel, Madi, when you have a perfectly good desk." Her eyes widened. He couldn't be serious.

He was. Before she knew what was happening, he'd picked her up from the chair and laid her carefully on her desk, pushing papers out of the way to do so. She prayed that they'd been numbered. She also prayed that the intercom was off, as he sank into her, causing her to gasp again.

She moaned and twisted as he drove her nuts. Each of his thrusts was matched with one of her own. She raised herself up onto the palms of her hands, so that she could look into his eyes, and he grasped her hips to pull her closer for each stroke, increasing the friction delightfully. She reached up with one hand, steadying herself with the other and with his grasp on her, to wrap it around his neck, and run her fingers over his navel, feeling him buck against her as she did so. Two could play at this game.

She continued to tease him even as he teased her, drawing out his strokes, varying the depth with which he plunged into her, until she couldn't stand it any more and came once more, her world shattering into stars. She felt him tense against her, and then he also leapt over the edge to join her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her face against his shoulder while her breathing settled. She could feel him dot kisses down her neck and over her shoulder, and then he withdrew from her, swinging her up in his arms to carry her over to the sofa, where he could cuddle her properly.

They lay there together, sharing kisses and the sandwiches that her secretary had provided in equal measure. Eventually, she heard the nearby clock strike two, and reluctantly rose and retrieved her underwear from beneath the desk, while he tidied himself up.

He kissed her goodbye, whispering into her mouth, "Thanks for lunch, Madi. It was..... definitely edible." She hit him softly on the shoulder, and then with one last kiss, he unlocked the door, and breezed by her startled secretary with a dazzling smile.

Her secretary turned her startled gaze onto Madi, who was still trying to push her hair back into some semblance of order. "Good lunch?" she asked.

Madi blushed. "Hmm hum," she replied. Her secretary nodded sagely.

"Maybe I should try that particular type of sandwich." And then it was business as usual, although Madi did find it a little difficult to concentrate for the rest of the afternoon.