The stress and heartache of the case had taken too great a toll on their emotions and the need to feel each others love was as tangible as the stone b...neath their feet. Philippe watched as Evelyn's gaze roamed over the manicured grounds of his home. She possessed an ethereal beauty and he was delighted by the soft, almost timid smile that she had been wearing since they had left Ben's party. The casual conversation that had flowed so easily between them all night had waned to the point of. The office was slowly emptying around her. She was absorbed in the plans on the computer screen before her, intending to adjust it to match the recent changes. From the solitude of her work she heard a male voice clear his throat and she turned around to see Jeffrey standing in her cubical doorway."Hello." He said coolly, studying her reaction. She knew she looked shocked and nervous."Hello, Jeffrey," she replied standing abruptly. Then she turned back to the screen and bent over saving her. The smell of Heather’s skin was intoxicating. He breathed her in deep as he continued tasting the beautiful puckered buds of her breasts. The moment her fingers grazed his cock, an a****listic need to have her consumed him entirely. He growled with pleasure as he quickly undid his pants, releasing his painfully engorged cock. Grabbing at Heather’s shorts, he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside. His need overpowered his desire to be gentle with her as he yanked her shorts, along with. The girl, only half-paying attention, seems to feel someone watching her, and slowly glances around the room, meeting his eyes. Her face is slack, her eyes bovine, but she’s aware of him. Shit. The cigarette under the table snaps at the filter under the sudden pressure of his thumb, and he curses himself for being so obvious. His erection wilts. Bitch, he thinks. That stupid fucking cow. The hostess gestures the girl towards the door. She is not welcome here. He sneers, one lip sliding upward,.