“God, I want to eat that.” He licked his lips, his cock bobbing in agreement. “But first these.” He smudged a thumb across one nipple. Starved of attention, I reacted instantly, so sensitive it was like one hundred fingers brushing against me.
He lowered his head and I cried out at the first luxuriant lick of his tongue. He took turns suckling each breast and the sweet pleasure built to a hard, desperate ache. Spread out like a banquet, I writhed beneath him as Marcus ignited a firestorm of erotic sensations with his mouth. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, his hands snaked around my hips and his thumbs drew a line down my inner thighs to spread my legs farther. Ready.
“Touch me.” I gasped out my demands when his fingers once again feathered close to my clit.
“Anything you say.” His mouth left a trail of molten caresses across my stomach, tasting, licking…learning.
My head fell back, body arching as his tongue rasped across my clitoris. He lapped at me, licking and sucking between my glistening folds. Wet, lip-smacking sounds. His hair tickled the inside of my thighs and rubbed across my skin like silken cloth, while his low purr of satisfaction added to the sensory overload threatening to tug me into the undertow. The unrelenting tide of pleasure pressed against me, inside me, a cataclysmic need that could blow me apart.
“Fuck. Me. Now.” I didn’t care who heard me. I just needed him inside me. Now.
A pause followed the sound of foil ripping, then Marcus eased inside. I almost sobbed in relief, the sensation so…perfect. I clutched at his shoulders, content for that one moment to hold him close. Content. I stiffened, but he’d started to move again and the thought evaporated, forgotten as he rode me, spurring me on with urgent murmurs that caressed as surely as if his hands were tracing words across my skin.
He took his time, ensuring I felt every inch of his hard length as he glided into me. Slid out. Again. His expression of utter pleasure rebounded back on me, intensifying each sensation. A low moan eased from my lips. Marcus’s eyes flared and his breathing quickened. A moment later, so did the pace of his thrusts until he pounded into me mercilessly. Each time he buried himself deep, a twist of his hips had his pubic bone pressing against my clit.
It was too much. My muscles squeezed tight around him and an orgasm hit. Marcus came with me, our cries mingled. The room became quiet and he gathered me to him, his head burrowing into my shoulder, lips brushing against my skin. I shuddered, relaxing into his embrace before remembering where I was. Who I was with. I jerked back out of his hold, putting distance between us when all I wanted to do was grab on tight and not let go.
Marcus’s brow raised and that perceptive smile flirted with his cloudy, brown eyes.
I couldn’t match his stare.
“Sit,” I ordered. It was my turn.
Chapter Six
Marcus
Abby planted her hand on my chest and pushed. The backs of my knees hit the seat and I sat. I stretched my legs out, catching the admiring look as her eyes slid like butter up and down the length of my body.
It did nothing to alleviate my growing tension. While a small part of me found Abby’s power play intriguing, I didn’t like to be told what to do.
“I’m the CEO of several companies, you know,” I informed her with a snap of my teeth. “Nobody orders me around unless I invite them to.”
Abby barely acknowledged me. She continued to dig in the detritus of her clothes until she found her panties. One high heel followed the other. She looked at me and her gaze scorched a path across my body, sparking off my nipples, blazing down my stomach to rest at my crotch. Stirrings of lust nudged my quickly forming erection.
“Not even in bed?” Her brow arched as she looked at me through a curtain of flaming red hair.
“Especially not in bed.” I scowled.
Abby mocked me with a small smile. She leisurely strapped on her heels then struck a pose in front of the screen where hours earlier she’d expounded Crovens’s taxation solutions. She’d been professional then, a no-nonsense consultant clipping out answers to the directors with barely a flicker of nerves. Which had been a serious turn-on. Now, in nothing but a G-string and fuckable heels, Abby was a mind-explosion.
“So, let’s talk about what I can do for you.” She repeated the opening words she’d delivered in her report this afternoon.
She leaned forward to rest her hands on the table and every cell in my quivering body jumped to DEFCON 5. Her position squeezed her breasts together to create a deep valley I wanted to get lost in, her arms framing the perfect image of her flat, tanned stomach and a tidy strip of perfectly contoured hair. So utterly sexy and all I wanted was to splay her wide on the table and decimate every inch of her control.
I grasped the leather chair arms, barely restrained from snaking out and pulling her onto my lap. The head of my cock glistened, a single drop of liquid winking like a pearl bead. Abby’s eyes locked on it and I knew she was weighing up what to do. Her tongue sneaked out to brush her bottom lip.
I tightened my grip to hold myself in place. I wasn’t a stranger to blowjobs. Hell, I loved having a girl lick my cock like a piece of candy. What I didn’t like was the fact Abby dictated the way this game was played. I didn’t like that at all. We were both fighting for control. Jockeying for position. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I’d bested an opponent by being patient and probing for weakness.
I searched for any signs Abby might be wavering. Nothing. No hint of vulnerability. I could only watch as she slowly straightened, defying me with lips flattened into an uncompromising line.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what that is?” Abby’s voice tightened and her gaze burned into me. Enthralling me.
“What…that is?” I struggled to make sense of her words, forgetting her earlier question as my thoughts drowned in a bottomless pool of desire.
“What I can do for you?” she reminded me, her voice a low husk as she strolled nearer. Her fingers flexed at her sides and I flicked my gaze to catch the telltale gesture.
I shook my head, a smile touching my lips. “No. I want you to show me.”
Her eyes flashed with heat and I allowed myself to relax farther into my seat, inviting her closer with a flex of my hips. I had this. Taking control is what I excelled at. And I so badly wanted to manipulate Abby, push her to the pinnacle of sensuous pleasure that was orchestrated only by me. She’d had enough time to tease. Now let the master do his job.
I thought Abby was agreeing when she strolled forward with rolling hips and parted lips. Her thighs scissored together, the stark outline of her hip bones moving like liquid metal under her skin. Coherency became lost in a haze as base animal lust rose up to punch me. Hard. She came to a stop in front of me. But instead of graceful acquiesce and a ready smile, Abby looked down sternly.
“This is my presentation,” she bit out.
Blood roared louder in my ears. The sensation prickled, my muscles locking tight so I could hardly move. I was used to doing what I wanted. Who I wanted. When I wanted. Being at a disadvantage, less than others, scraped like nails over an open wound. I needed to control. To dominate. To win.
“I want to touch you,” I rasped.
“A second ago you said you wanted me to show you,” she retorted, the sly smile sending a scurry of chills down my spine.
My heart stampeded in my chest. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t move a muscle to touch her.
“Show me then.” My words were barely more than a guttural rumble as I yielded to the pressure of anticipated pleasure.
I was powerless. And she knew it. Something dark flared in Abby’s eyes as she fell to her knees and drew my aching cock deep into her mouth.
“Fuuucccckkk.”
I bucked as her velvety warm mouth enveloped me. I had given in yet she was the one on her knees before me. The sweet juxtaposition tipped me further off balance and I wrapped my hand in her hair, pulling her back.
“I’m close to coming,” I growled out a
warning.
Abby’s eyes went flat as she stared up at me, her arctic-cold gaze doing nothing to lessen the tightness in my groin. She was enjoying this, I realized, my every reaction making her more. And me less.
“Let go,” she ordered.
A cold sweat rolled over me, followed by a splash of hot, unfettered desire. For a flickering second, I wanted to hold her right there, see how far I could push her, this woman that could have me close to losing it in the heat of one second and chilling cold the next. But more than that, I wanted her to engulf me in her mouth, to take me inside her and take everything I had. To undo me. For Abby, I was willing to let go. For her pleasure.
With a shudder, I loosened my grip.
“Good,” she murmured, rewarding me with a sweet, luscious lick around the sensitive skin of my head. My cock disappeared between her lips.
I dug my fingers into the chair arms and gave myself over to the fucktastic feeling of Abby’s mouth wrapped around me, licking then swallowing me whole, creating a delicious suction as she retreated, only to start all over again. Of their own accord, my hips started moving to the steady rhythm, balls squeezed in a sensual grip, gut clenching as pleasure strangled me. But it was the sight of my cock sliding in and out of Abby’s lips that drove me to the edge and tipped me over.
With a garbled shout I lost control and shot my load into her sweet, hungry mouth.
As soon as I got my breath back, I vowed to repay her every drop of pleasure in return.
In the time it took for me to recover, I had her pinned to the floor, my tongue punishing her mouth before starting the long, teasing journey over every inch of her.
Now the edge had been knocked off my hunger, I could take a little more time. My victory over Abby needed to be skillfully handled, her surrender complete. Because I had no intention of this finishing in less than three hours’ time. At the very least, I’d have her all of tonight, if not the whole weekend. Success over Abby would taste far too sweet to be short-lived.
And speaking of sweet…Abby struggled up onto her elbows as she tried to get up from beneath me. Not happening. I pushed back on her belly to hold her in place and sank between her legs, feeling the dig of her heels on my back. I muffled a moan into her pussy as my lips became covered in the musky nectar of her juices, my senses filled with her taste, her scent, the smooth, wet folds of her center. She was so fucking sweet.
The muscles in her stomach tensed and I used my hands to open her further so I could find the hard nub of her clit. I circled my tongue around it, feeling it swell and plump under my attention. Openmouthed, I kissed my way back down to run my tongue around her opening before dipping in to taste again. Abby’s guttural groans spurred me on, my spent cock pulsing back to life as her limbs became lax.
I wanted her again. But I wanted this too. To have her bucking and writhing against me. To feel her orgasm explode against my tongue. I went back to her clit, sucking it into my mouth then soothing with long, unhurried licks followed by short, hard presses. Back to the wet heat of her sex. Her hips twisted beneath me each time my tongue plunged into her.
I lifted my head to look up the length of Abby’s body. My cock grew thick and hard, bordering on painful when I saw she was tugging at her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. A spurt of heat shot up my shaft as precome beaded. I closed my eyes.
“Do you want me to finish it?” My voice was little more than a growl of sound. Slipping my thumb into her tight heat, I pressed against her vaginal wall, hitting the spot. Her back arched and I did it again. “Tell me you want me to finish it,” I commanded. I wanted no less from her than she had demanded of me.
“Fin…finish it.” Abby’s head rolled back and forth, her eyes squeezed tight.
With a deep groan of satisfaction, I licked at her hungrily, all the time gliding my thumb in and out, press, in and out. She was so wet there was almost no friction. I scraped my teeth against the nub of her clit and she let out a high-pitched cry. Her body lifted from the table as I clamped my lips down around her. I switched thumb and tongue around so I was lapping at her orgasm, all the time pressing against her clit as her thighs clinched tight around my shoulders.
Only when her body finally relaxed into a stupor did I help her up.
“I will have you all night, but I won’t make you beg.” I didn’t bother hiding my smug satisfaction when she had to lean over to get her breath back.
Chapter Seven
Abby
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Ms. Harkness?” The concierge’s voice sounded from outside the boardroom.
“Shit.” I looked at my watch, then realized it must’ve come off somewhere in the last few hours. I dropped my arm across my forehead with a groan. Every part of me ached. Delightfully.
Marcus came to the rescue. “One moment.” He jumped up to call through the door.
How the hell did he have any energy left?
“Ms. Harkness specifically asked me to get her.” The concierge’s crisp tones had a definite edge.
I got to my knees and grabbed my blouse. I shoved it on, uncaring that I didn’t have a bra underneath. Motioning for Marcus to unlock the door, I folded my arms to hide the view of my swollen, tongue-lashed nipples.
The concierge swung into view. His mouth twitched. No doubt he’d caught the scent of sex and come and sweat from three hours of the most satisfyingly, physical sexcapades I’d ever put myself through. And I’d do it again with Marcus in a heartbeat.
Which is why it could never happen.
“Thank you. I’ll be right out.” I smiled reassuringly as Marcus shut the door on the concierge’s censuring face. “You’re so bad.” I started to tease Marcus about his rudeness, but he was right there, capturing my lips with his own.
His throaty moan told me we were both still eager. “So, are you willing to admit you want more? That you want to stay the night with me?”
Marcus’s questions yanked me straight back to reality like a cold slap.
I sucked in a breath, the air becoming heavy and uncomfortable. Marcus stared at me, his eyes cutting through the layers I hid under to touch on something raw. This was exactly why I’d tried to stay away from him.
Because I wanted to spend the night with him. I could at least admit to myself that all I wanted to do was to crawl into bed beside Marcus and snuggle. Snuggle, for fuck’s sake—which was why I needed to leave. Right now. This way wasn’t for me. I craved intimacy but it was a slippery slope toward having any real feelings. With real feelings lay hurt. Like Nathan.
A bark of sharp laughter jarred me back to the boardroom and Marcus’s stare hardened.
“No, best not.” He turned away, reading my silence as rejection.
Hollowness exploded from the inside out, gnawing a giant hole somewhere in the region of my chest. Depriving myself was easy, but his look of disgust was something else.
“Best not.” I echoed his words before I changed my mind. I grabbed the rest of my clothes and struggled into them, each piece adding another barrier to hide behind, a physical blockade against my desire for something more.
“Abby.”
My name was a plea and it broke something within me.
“You knew the rules.” I turned on him sharply. “Now deal with it.”
His expression closed down and any hint of softness fast disappeared. “Yes. Let’s not forget the fucking rules,” Marcus said. He snapped open the door.
The concierge’s face remained stoic as I slipped out. As if he couldn’t tell I’d been fucked on every surface in the room, every inch of me licked, sucked and totally satisfied.
Marcus followed me silently to the lift. On the way to the boardroom, there had been excitement and heat, an indefinable spark of energy between us. Now only a cold chill licked the air. I pressed the call button, fighting the sudden, overwhelming urge to cry. I was thankful when the door opened. Yet I hesitated to get in.
I hated this. Hated the sting of anger peppering the air. Keeping
us apart. I rubbed at my arms, numbly gripping my wallet. I wanted to hold on to the memory of when we’d been flesh to flesh, heat to heat, for a moment longer. It was all I had to take with me.
The elevator dinged. The doors slid open. At the last moment, I ducked away from Marcus and made a run for the service door.
“Abby!”
Something in his voice made me stop. Or maybe I just wanted one final look.
I turned.
“I haven’t finished with you yet.”
The words were spoken so low I wasn’t sure I’d heard them right.
And I didn’t want to find out either. Because I wanted them to be true. The thought scared me more than anything that’d happened so far and helped to shore up the last few cracks left in my façade.
“You came. You saw. I conquered.” I threw at Marcus, opening the door to make good on my escape.
“The game isn’t over yet,” he warned.
“Yeah. It is,” I informed him. “And you lost.”
Chapter Eight
Marcus
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I stepped into the lift and waited for the swish of doors to close me in. I might as well have chased Abby down the hallway with a shotgun. That probably would have been more merciful than asking her back to my room for the night.
I groaned and closed my eyes. Abby was the clever one. She’d run, too scared to face what had happened between us. Because something had happened. Something that had lulled me into thinking I’d been winning. It didn’t sit well that I had cracked first. Hell, I’d practically begged.
Why now? I had experienced temptation like Abby before. Shit, I’d even had a girlfriend or two in between acquiring and dismantling my conglomeration of companies. But none had held my interest once the competitive thrill of the chase had passed. They’d soon figured out my need for control and been so damn agreeable it stripped me of any sense of satisfaction. Their acquiescence was tantamount to subservience and subservience amounted to giving in. I couldn’t abide weakness.
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