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Young At Heart by Helen Corcoran
Gradually the harsh sound of ragged breathing abated, heart rates slowed and sweat cooled on skin.
Cassie Alexander shifted slightly beneath her lover and twisted her head so that she could see the clock on the office wall. Ten minutes to her next meeting. What would her clients think if they could see her now? Cassie Alexander, the tremendously rich and powerful business woman, feared and respected alike, bent over her desk, silk blouse hitched up around her chest, naked breasts pressed against the polished surface, her skirt round her waist and a young Adonis still buried ball deep inside her.
Reluctantly she pushed herself upwards and back in an attempt to dislodge Jesse whose response was to groan and wrap his arms tightly around her waist. Cassie gasped in surprise as she felt Jesse begin to harden again inside her.
“We don’t have time for this,” she admonished sharply, sliding out from underneath him. “I have a meeting to go to.”
She pulled her skirt down and straightened her blouse before bending to retrieve her underwear. Once she had pulled up her panties she lifted his hands to her head, checking her hair was in place. All the while she covertly watched Jesse as he tucked his rather impressive manhood into his tight white boxer shorts and zipped up his fly. He glanced up to catch Cassie looking at him and a smug smile spread across his handsome face.
“S***, did we even lock the door?” Cassie asked, trying hard to remember if there had even been time to turn the key in between Jesse walking into the office and her ending up sprawled half naked across her desk. Emily, her secretary, was terribly efficient but she was a shy, quiet, little thing and Cassie dreaded to think what effect it would have on the poor girl if she saw Jesse in all his glory. “What if Emily had come in?”
“She wouldn’t have,” Jesse said confidently.
“Really? And what makes you so sure?”
“I told her not to.”
Cassie narrowed her eyes, not sure she liked the thought of Jesse Young giving orders to her staff. The last thing she needed was him getting ideas above his station. “What did you say to her exactly?”
“I told her not to come in because I was going to fuck you over your desk,” Jesse replied with a smirk.
“I sincerely hope that’s meant to be a joke.”
Jesse looked at her, quickly assessing her change of mood. He had a sudden gleam in his velvet brown eyes and Cassie smothered a sigh, knowing that gleam meant he was about to lie to her just like it always did. Such were the consequences of taking a man twenty years her junior as a lover. Jesse was Young in name and young in nature. It was fortunate for both of them that his good looks and sexual prowess outweighed his immaturity.
“Of course it was a joke,” he said, flashing his most disarming smile. “You know I wouldn’t do anything like that Cass.”
Cass. Nobody had ever called her that in his life before Jesse came along. In the press and her business life she was known as Cassandra Alexander. To family and friends she was always Cassie. Only Jesse could get away with calling her by the abbreviated form of her name. Privately, she quite liked it when Jesse called her Cass although it was only recently she had come to realise he tended to use it most often when he either wanted to get his own way or he was trying to wheedle his way into Cassie’s good books again.
She glanced at the clock again. Five minutes. Her clients could arrive at any moment meaning she didn’t have time to start an argument now. Vowing to pull him up on it later Cassie shooed Jesse out of the door wishing he didn’t look quite so much like a well and truly fucked twenty year old.
“Jesse, come to my place tonight. We’ll eat in.”
“You’re going to cook?” Jesse arched an eyebrow in disbelief.
“Not unless you want food poisoning.” Cassie couldn’t help but smile at his alarmed expression. “I’ll order in. Now, get out of here before anyone sees you.”
“Why? Are you ashamed of me?” His tone was light, making a joke of it even though they both knew the truth.
Their relationship had been widely publicised, the press seemingly keen to make a big deal out of a forty year old high flyer hooking up with an unemployed twenty year old. Cassie was a strikingly beautiful woman as well as a wealthy one. She could have any man she wanted yet she chose Jesse, a nobody with nothing to offer except a handsome face, a good body and a lot of expertise between the sheets. Her family, friends and colleagues had all warned her against it, certain Jesse was only after her money and whatever else he could get out of her. Cassie chose to ignore them all but still she tried to keep Jesse and the rest of her life separate.
“Later,” she said with a subtle nod in Emily’s direction.
The girl might be quiet but she still had eyes and ears and, for all Cassie knew, she might be the one running to the press with lurid stories about her and Jesse. It seemed someone in the office was certainly doing so but Cassie had yet to find out who among her staff was prepared to stab her in the back in order to line their own pockets. When she found them, the culprit would be out of a job before they knew what was happening but until then she adopted a policy of trust no one.
Sauntering through the main office on his way to the lift, Jesse drew the eye of every woman in the room. There was no denying he was the best looking man in the whole building with his tousled black hair, chocolate brown eyes and toned body. Most of the women there doubtless wondered what he saw in an old witch like Cassie. Then they would probably answer their own question with one word – money.