Marked

by Charisse Spiers

  I shake my head.

  "Shit. I should have asked first. Ugh, what about pancakes? Do you eat that?"

  My lips purse.

  "French toast? Sausage? Grits? Dammit, I wanted it to be a surprise. I have some mad cooking skills."

  I make my way toward her, not saying a word. I fear if I do I'm going to say something really fucking animalistic and suddenly she's not going to want anything to do with food. Her appetite will dissipate. That is how fucking turned on I am right now. Take a healthy sex-driven man that's gone a month without sex, wakes up with morning wood, and amplify the results with a Viagra on steroids. That is the way my cock feels right now. It hurts. I can feel the veins and the pulse from the blood pumping throughout.

  My eyes never move from hers as I round the bar. When I can reach her, I grab the spoon from her hand and toss it behind me, hearing it hit tile a few seconds later. "What I meant was, I'm starving, but not for food."

  "Oh," she whispers, as I grab the bottom of her shirt and pull it up her body until it's completely removed.

  I drop it on the floor. "But since you mentioned food, I think I'll combine the two." I push her panties down her legs until they fall freely, hitting the floor. My hands take residence on her waist, before lifting her and setting her on the counter.

  "What are you about to do?"

  "I'm going to sweeten you up a bit."

  I reach behind me and open the door to the refrigerator, removing the bottle from when we made ice cream sundaes the other night. I didn't think about it then, but now it fits. Her eyes widen. "Hell no. I've already showered to go see Delta before I have to go to work." I place the cap between my teeth and remove it. "Kaston..." I inhale through my nose and blow through my mouth, sending the cap sailing a few feet across the room.

  "Phillip. Just like my father."

  "Kaston Phillip Cox. Smartass. Do not fucking do that. I'm warning you."

  "Do what?" I tip the bottle over, letting the chocolate syrup drizzle on her thigh, moving it up her body in a zigzag motion. "This?"

  Her mouth falls open. She's watching the line of chocolate as it decorates her body. I don't stop until I get to her collarbones, and then set the bottle back down on the bar. "Seduction at its finest. This is my version of a first class dessert. My mouth is watering already."

  "You are a pompous ass. That's cold. I'm going to be sticky and gross. I'm going to have to ta-"

  I flatten my tongue against the top of her thigh and trace the streak of chocolate toward her inner thigh. "Ohhhhhh fuuuuuck."

  I inwardly smile. I have her right where I fucking want her. Now, she is mine. I swipe back toward the top, lift, and then replace it on her stomach, next to her naval ring, before swiping in a straight line toward her breast, allowing my tongue to trace the rounded shape, stopping over her nipple. I lightly brush my tongue over the hardened center, coating it in the sweet chocolate. Then I suck, hard, tasting it, and feeding the frenzy I've started. "Hell yeah. Harder."

  I bite, rolling her nipple between my teeth gently. She arches her back, leaning back on the counter as I run my tongue between her tits, toward her sternum, and down the vertical center of her body until I arrive at the destination between her legs. She moans and pulls her legs up to rest on top of the bar, spreading for me. I spread her lips apart, going straight for the sweet spot, flickering my tongue back and forth.

  She screams out, her hand going for my head, but returns when there isn't enough hair to grip. I look up at her from beneath my lashes, watching the perfect curvature of her body as she arches off the counter, her hands clenched around the edge on the opposite side. I suck her into my mouth, watching her hips buck upward, but I hold her down, making her take it. When I feel her start to tense up I know she's about to come, so I replace my tongue with my thumb and thrust my tongue deep into her pussy, letting her coat me as she moans through it. She stops clenching around me and her hips start moving, trying to displace my thumb when she becomes sensitive to the touch. I pull out and swallow. "Sweet and salty, baby. You taste good."

  I grab her thighs and pull her off the bar, before turning her around and bending her over it. "You're about to paint it with your tits, beautiful."

  I grab the shaft of my dick in one hand and grip the lower side of her ass cheek in the other, spreading her. I align the head of my cock at her pussy and thrust forward, moving my hands to her hips for leverage to make it harder, shoving her forward. "Oh, damn. I love when you fuck me hard. Hurt me."

  I run one hand up her back and cup my hand on her shoulder. "As you wish, beautiful." I pull out and thrust back in, pulling on her shoulder to hold her in place as I ram my cock inside of her, rolling my hips to push deeper. She pushes up on her tiptoes, dodging. I lift her hip a little. "Squeeze my fucking dick."

  I quicken the pace, giving myself more momentum each time I pull out, leaving only the head inside, before driving my cock back inside. "I can feel you in my fucking stomach. It hurts, but it feels so good."

  She pushes her ass into me, arching her back to raise her ass higher. "Right there. Oh fuck yes. Don't stop. Make me come again. I want you to come with me. I'm so close."

  "You want me to unload inside of you, baby?"

  "Yes. Fuck yes."

  She gets wetter, clamping tighter. I feel like I'm about to explode. My nuts are so tight I can't stand it. I pull out one last time and grab both hips in my hands, before pushing inside as far as I can go and still, then grind her ass up and down against me as I bust my load deep inside of her. The head of my dick starts to tickle and I pull out.

  She stands and turns around, her body smeared completely in chocolate. I grab her neck and pull her against me for a kiss, smearing myself as well. "What about breakfast? I can't finish cooking like this and the bacon is probably now burnt."

  I reach behind me and turn off the eye. "Fuck breakfast. I'm full. A shower sounds better."

  I slap her ass and grab her hand, pulling her behind me. Cleanup can be just as fun as getting dirty...

  I fasten the towel around my wet body and sit on the edge of the bed. I comb my fingers though my wet hair, before crossing my legs. Kaston walks out of the closet fully dressed in a suit, fastening the cuffs of his sleeve. My eyes widen as they feast on the glorious sight before me. "Can you take me to work, bend me over your desk, and drop those pants just low enough to hit your thighs while you fuck me senseless. K, Thanks."

  His lips remain closed, but the curve it's forming is giving him away. He's trying his damnedest not to laugh. The funny thing is I'm not joking. Holy fucking shit that is one hot cup of manliness. Why have I missed this look? Have I seriously been under a rock? Oh, that's right, stalker boy has basically taken us hostage from all normal aspects of life, one being WORK! He says nothing, just keeps fastening things like cuffs, watches, and buttons, inserting a wallet inside of a pocket. "Still not convinced? I could hide under your desk and give you a blow job while you work and meet with clients, you know, see if you can keep a straight face while I suck your dick. You up for the challenge?"

  "You want to come to work with me so you can seduce me?"

  I stand and walk toward him, dropping my towel along the way. He grunts as his eyes rake down my body. "I want to play your naughty little secretary. I want to fake a forbidden affair." I grab his dick through his suit pants, holding it in my hand against his leg. "And judging from how hard you are I would say you do too."

  He grips my hair in his fist and pulls, tilting my head toward him. He kisses me roughly, his new growth of stubble rubbing against my upper lip. "Fucking hell, woman. You know how much I love that mouth. I will never tire of looking at that beautiful body, but I have a meeting with a potential client today. You can come with me and go shopping to buy girl things for Paris if you want before work tonight. Get dressed. You have forty-five minutes. I'll be downstairs."

  He turns for the door, but stops as he places his hand around the doorknob. "Oh by the way, you had me at can you take me
to work. I've told you before I'll never deny you anything. I meant it."

  He opens the door and exits, leaving me alone in this huge room. What the fuck just happened? He barely even touched me, yet I feel like I've injected myself with caffeine. That vision I quoted earlier starts playing through my mind. I take off for the closet. There is only one thought programmed in my mind right now: easy access.

  We pull into the building that looks way too familiar. I look at Kaston as he pulls into a parking space along the wall of the parking garage. "You didn't tell me your office was in the same building as my sperm donor."

  "It wasn't relevant at the time," he says and kills the engine, immediately opening the door and stepping out.

  I do the same, before shutting the door and rounding the back of the truck, my wedges sounding against the cement. "You didn't feel the need to warn me somewhere along the way?"

  He meets me at the tailgate, immediately grabbing my face in his hands. I wrap my hands around his wrists, staring at him as he stares at me. "I got you. No one is going to mess with you unless they want to end up in a missing person case file buried on someone's desk. My job is to protect you, emotionally and physically."

  He kisses me, and all of the panic and anxiety melts away. I finally came out and told him what happened when I went in there the day he brought me here, after I had time to let it all sink in. I've moved on from the man that helped conceive me, the one I look just like. I got out what I needed to say. I have no desire to see him or have anything to do with him. He was never a parent to me. It's too late now, even if he wanted to be. I'll never know the things that happened prior to my birth, the real story. People lie. They manipulate others to make their own shit smell like roses. I know in the country we live in it's supposed to be all people innocent until proven guilty, but in this case he's guilty until proven innocent. I have to believe in my heart that she didn't just snap and lie about what she said happened.

  The part that keeps the guilt away after walking out without asking more questions was that if he loved my mother he would have went looking for her, but he didn't. He let her disappear, moving on with his life as if she never existed at all, while she disintegrated more and more with each passing day and year. Had he gave a damn I could have had a better life, but that's the problem with people. We step outside the line of morality and then turn a blind eye to the consequences that follow. No matter what I've ever done in my life, I can't deem it acceptable to find someone important enough to cheat on your spouse with and then just forget them when it turns into more than sex.

  He kisses me again, pulling me out of the thoughts now racing through my mind. "I got you. Are you good?"

  "Yeah. Lead the way."

  He grabs my hand in his, pulling me alongside him as we migrate toward the elevators. "I'm not going to lead and you’re not going to follow. We're going to go there together."

  I've pretty much held my breath the entire way to his company's floor, hoping not to run into any unwanted people. Luckily, we didn't, and just like he said he's held my hand the entire time. I'm still uncomfortable with public displays of affection. I wasn't expecting it with Kaston, because he just doesn't seem like that type either, but yet he's the one grabbing my hand and holding it like his life depends on it the entire way here. People glanced along the way. I even tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grip.

  Looking at us right now, we don't really look like we fit together. He's in an expensive suit and I'm a little more colorful with my ombre hair, dramatic makeup, denim skirt, and off the shoulder top. It makes me question things. With rich men I’ve always been the scheduled in lay or the out of town tryst that makes their lives exciting and spontaneous. Kaston wants us to be open for show. Up until this point he's always appeared normal, more on my level, but right now he's intimidating, unlike anyone before, and I've dated wealthy men. I’m more comfortable behind closed doors than in the public’s eye. In those relationships we used each other, nothing more and nothing less.

  We step off the elevator onto his floor. The receptionist desk gets closer with every step, a redheaded female around my age sitting behind it. She's pretty, but not what I would expect someone like Kaston to hire, though he’s rarely as he seems so it shouldn’t surprise me. Usually in this kind of an environment it's a typical type: the Barbie figures and Playboy bunny faces, blinding you from ever seeing past the outer appearance. She's different though. She looks...smart, independent, driven. Maybe it's the glasses.

  He stops at the desk. I try to pull my hand free, but he stops me and looks at me with narrowed eyes. I feel like I'm being scolded for trying to make his life less awkward. Fuck my life. "Mary Elizabeth, do you have any messages for me?"

  She opens a drawer and pulls out a stack of carbon copy telephone message slips, handing them to him. She looks between us, as if she's deciding whether to tell him in private or with me standing here. "There is one that keeps calling, but she won't leave a message. She keeps saying she'll try back later."

  That organ in my chest cavity has been summoned to my stomach. I suddenly feel sick. "Next time write down the number. I'll see what I can find out."

  "Um. That's the thing."

  "What? You can say it with her standing here."

  "Your ten o'clock is waiting in your office."

  "Why not the conference room?"

  "She said she wasn't here for that kind of appointment, and she wasn’t on the schedule. I assumed you were expecting her and just forgot to let me know. She kept referring to you by your first name."

  "You never fucking assume anything before you call me. Got it?"

  "Yes, sir. I'm sorry."

  That moment when you feel like you're eavesdropping on someone else's conversation and you just want to slowly slink away unnoticed… that is me at this very second. "Do you want me to wait out here? I can help her answer phones or something."

  He shoots me a glare that makes me want to curl my tail between my legs if I had one. "What? It was just a suggestion. I don't want to interfere with you working."

  "We'll talk about that later." He looks back at her. "I'll take care of it. Don't ever fucking let someone in my office again without checking with me or Chevy first. Where is he?"

  "He came in at eight and took one of the jobs. He's been gone since."

  He turns for the door on the wall, pulling me toward it. When he opens it, we enter into a long hallway full of doors. The wooden door at the end of the hall is the way he's stalking toward, making me concentrate to walk at a fast pace without twisting my ankle.

  He opens the door and walks through, still towing me along behind him. A female stands immediately from the chair in front of his desk that she's occupying, and then turns toward us. "Kaston...finally." That vital organ that's been floating around in my stomach just disintegrated into liquid, leaving nothing behind. Her pencil skirt and matching jacket tells me she's the female equivalent of him, and she's beautiful. I will never be that sophisticated, career oriented, goal driven woman. I will always be the girl working the dead end job that has no other options, aside from a physical trophy and sex toy.

  "Makayla, what are you doing here?"

  "I've been looking for you since you left."

  "If I wanted you to know where I was then I would have told you or contacted you, so why are you here?"

  She looks at me for the first time since I've walked in the room. "Can I talk to you in private?"

  I try to pull back toward the door, but I'm yanked forward, almost falling into him. "No. Whatever you have to say you can say now, in front of her. I haven't seen you in close to a year now. What is it that you want?"

  She briefly pauses. "I just didn't want to leave things how they were. I realized after that night that I had fallen in love with you. It had started before, but that night in the club confirmed it. I was going to tell you at work that Monday. I was finally going to confess my feelings for you, but then you vanished and called in an emergency leave ou
t of the blue. I never got a chance to tell you. We were partners, Kaston. Why couldn't you at least look me in the face and tell me goodbye. I had to use resources that could have gotten me fired to find you. If you didn't want to work alongside of me, we could have requested different partners and then seen where things went. We could have worked things out. I miss you. You don’t just abandon someone you’ve worked alongside for multiple years. It was like you just…died."

  I feel sick. My mouth is salivating, preparing to vomit everything in my stomach that no longer belongs. Not again. This can't be fucking happening again. I can't handle being with a man that is already wanted or had. One fucking time can I find a man that has no strings attached to someone, and no luggage weighing him down?

  His hand loosens and I pull my hand free. I step back, but as if he just realized I'm no longer in his grasp he reaches back and slams the door shut at the same time he pulls me toward him. "Would you fucking stop trying to leave? If I wanted you to I would have already asked it of you. You aren't the one in the awkward position. It's her. You're supposed to be here. Give me a fucking second to deal with it."

  My breathing is quickening, my heart rate excelling, propelling my blood through my veins faster. "Who is she?"

  "Just someone I fucked once. She's an old coworker and friend. Nothing fucking more, Lux." He's yelling. "She means no more to me than Callum does to you!"

  A tear falls from one eye and my shoulders fall. I look at her. Her face is soaked. My emotions are pulling me in a million different directions: jealousy, hurt, guilt, want, love, and sacrifice. I'm so confused right now. "Do you want her?"

  He stares at me. "Makayla, out."

  He's mad, but why I'm not sure. I can hear the footsteps closing in as her heels tap against the floor, but I can't look away from him, even if I wanted to. He knows how to hold me against my will with no effort at all. "Take care of him. He must love you, because the Kaston Cox that I know has never explained himself to anyone. He never needed to. You're one lucky girl, sweetheart. I envy you. I just couldn't move on until I tried."