The Butler did it

PART FIVE ...Bad timing...

You smile and lean back into him. “What do you have in mind, then?”
He looks pointedly to the desk and nibbles your earlobe.
“Well. I think there’s too much clutter on that table thing.”
“It’s a desk, Gerry. And how do you see it?”
He moves an arm past you and sweeps everything onto the floor with a loud crash. You thank God there’s no office underneath yours.
“See, much neater,” he mutters behind you, his breath a warm gust in your ear.

You shiver deliciously and turn around to sit on the edge of it, facing him. He moves closer, putting an arm either side of you and looking up into your eyes wickedly.
You glance to the door and he kicks out a foot, closing it without even turning to look in its direction. Mm, co-ordinated...
He moves to kiss you and you respond eagerly, winding your arms around his neck. It quickly deepens beyond control, and you lie back on the desk as he moves onto you, his breath ragged. You arch up underneath him, aching to be touched. One gentle hand moves to caress your nipple through the coarse material of your blouse, and you moan quietly as he plunders your mouth again, moving his thumb on your breast in rhythm with his probing tongue. You lift your arms and run them down his back and shoulders, feeling the muscles tense under your touches.
He pulls back to look at you, and you almost shiver at the dark look of complete passion in his eyes. Your lips feel swollen and tingly from his thorough kisses, and you reach up to bring his head to yours again for more. He resists and instead kisses along your jawline, sweet, warm kisses, which quickly turn into sharp little lovebites that draw gasps of pleasure from you.

BANG. BANG.
“Excuse me?”

“Shit.” You turn your head to look at the door. “Who...is it?” you gasp between kisses-Gerry doesn’t see a need to stop, and you’re not about to complain.
“You have an urgent call from your mother.”
You groan, not from the news but because Gerry is currently grinding his hips against yours.
“Oh...God...Uh, alright, I’ll be right there...”
The person leaves and you turn your attention back to Gerard.
“I have...to take this...don’t stop...No, need to take it!” you manage desperately as he slips a hand into your blouse. Of course, 'Taking it' is exactly what you'd love to be doing, but you know your LOVELY mother will just keep calling unless you answer her now.
He moves back reluctantly and lets you up, rearranging your hair and clothes for you. “Okay,” he pouts.
“Will you wait?”
He glances at his watch and pales visibly. “Unfortunately, no. I’m now half an hour late for filming.”
Your heart sinks; is it just an excuse?
He gets to his feet and looks at your stricken face, before sighing heavily. “C’mere.”
You do, and he embraces you gently, kissing all over your flushed face before pressing his lips to yours for a sweet kiss.
“I’m not running out on you, darlin’.”
“I know,” you respond. “I’ll call you.”
“You better had, I’m not buyin' more roses to apologise for something I didn’t do!” he scolds with a grin.
You smile. “How do I look?”
“Like you nearly just got shagged to hell,” he replies, winking.
You growl and turn to leave, nodding to Gerry before you go. “Till next time?”
He blinks slowly. “Yeah.” And grins.