Once a month we met at the bank after hours, counting money and reconciling it to different accounts before Rachael laundered it for me.
But a month ago we weren't lovers, like we had quickly become over the last few weeks despite any rules we had tried to set to this torrid thing growing between us.
I was running late and we had a huge pile of cash to move, and as I came through her office door I noticed she was dressed in a black cocktail dress, and not her usual power suit, her long blonde hair pulled up out of her gorgeous face, and she was standing at the front of her desk with her arms folded across her chest and a very aggravated look on her face, she was talking on her Blue tooth, to the district attorney I would quickly realize.
I had no guilt about what we were doing, and certainly no sympathy for the district attorney, he spent too much time chasing me, looking for the big arrest and prosecution that he was oblivious to most things especially my relationship with his fiancée.
I waited patiently for her to finish the call, pulling off my leather jacket and setting the bag I was carrying down. I stretched languidly and gasped as her hands slid up my ribcage and over my breasts, stepping into me from behind she began kissing and nibbling at the back of my neck as she spoke to him.
' I'll be leaving here shortly and we will be on time. don't worry." she said, her tone impatient.
I cold hear the D.A. questioning her, but didn't care, the feeling of her fingertips teasing my rock hard nipples though the thin cotton of my tee was quickly drowning out any of my other senses.
"Fine, I'll be there!" Rachael snapped and pulled off the headset sending it quickly flying to her desk a few feet away.
"I take it we wont be counting the money tonight?" I mumbled as I ground back against her, loving the feel of her body behind me.
"No." she said flatly.
