Roses For Jenny

Jennifer is shocked to receive roses on Valentine's Day, addressed to an old nickname she hasn't used in years: Jenny. She first assumes that they are from her married lover, but he denies any knowledge of it. As other gifts arrive from her mysterious admirer, she soon realizes that someone knows her better than she imagined. And that the perfect man for her may have been closer than she thought...

Excerpt:
Roses were everywhere and anywhere. Their scent was overwhelming and I couldn’t look in any direction without seeing their deep red petals. Since it was Valentine’s Day, that wasn’t surprising.

What was a surprise was the fact that there was a bouquet of them sitting on my desk. I looked at my assistant. “There must be a mistake.”

Josh, fresh out of college and young enough to get flustered whenever I addressed him directly, blushed. “Your name is on the card.”

I looked. Sure enough, almost hidden among the flowers, was a small white envelope. With just a single word: “Jenny.”

A nickname that very few people were allowed to use. And none of them would send me flowers. “That doesn’t mean anything. It’s a very common name.”

Even as I spoke the denial, I was opening the envelope. Because as common as it was, I was also the only one named Jennifer in the office building.

The note inside told me less than nothing. It was just a single line, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Beautiful.”

No one called me that either.

Except maybe…

I bit my lip as my heartbeat turned into a nervous flutter. “I want you to hold my calls. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

It was risky to go see him now, but I figured I would worry about it later. At the last moment, I picked up a random file before leaving my office, so it would give the impression that I was working, and headed for the elevator.

I found Allan in his office, and thankfully, he was alone.

Without a word, I closed and locked the door behind me. Stepping around his desk, I sank to my knees. I knew we didn’t have time to fuck now. Not without risk of getting caught.

But there was a faster way to show my appreciation.

He had swiveled in his chair to face me. I unzipped his pants, pulling his cock through the opening of both it and his boxers. Taking him into my mouth.

Allan groaned. His hands came up to hold my head, but even now, he had enough control to keep from spearing his fingers through my hair, which would cause my braid to come undone. Leaving evidence that not everything was about business between us.

That control was something that had always infuriated and aroused me, from the beginning of our affair.

But there was little time to think about it now.

I worked my lips up and down his shaft, paused, and ran my tongue along the ridge just under the head the way I knew he particularly liked. I was rewarded by another groan, and the way his cock swelled and throbbed.

He was already getting close as I let him fuck my mouth. Knowing how much I was turning him on made me wet, and I wished I could finger myself. I couldn’t, of course. I needed all of my concentration on pleasing him. On making him cum as soon as possible, so we wouldn’t be found out.