by Bec Botefuhr
“Why was Marcus Harrison in your room and why did he have a boner?”
I snort and then begin giggling furiously. It’s the only cover I have.
“I…well….”
She throws her hands on her hips. “Explain, fast!”
I cover my eyes and mumble, “He just…well…”
“What did he just do?”
I stare over at her. “He just…made me….”
“Oh god, don’t you say he made you come. Sierra!”
I sigh and shake my head. “What am I doing, Raine? I can’t seem to stop myself when he’s around.”
“This is a dangerous game, Sierra, you need to stop him.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“Make it that easy!” she snaps.
I groan and nod, there’s no point in arguing with her. She’s right anyway.
“I know, I’m going to put it down hard on Monday.”
“You shouldn’t even be going back Monday!”
I stare at her, then shake my head. “I’m not quitting.”
She shakes her head and then storms towards the door. “You’re making a mistake, Sierra.”
Then she leaves and the sound of the door slamming is all that’s left. I sigh and cup my face in my hands. What the hell am I doing?
CHAPTER 7
To say I am nervous when I arrive at work Monday, is an understatement. I don’t want to face Marcus, because I don’t know what to expect. I have to stop this, it’s only going to end in some serious heartache and pain. Taking a deep breath, I step into his office. He’s at the desk, chatting on the phone. When he notices his door opening, he looks up and his lips curl. Dammit, this isn’t going to be easy. I give him a pitiful wave and rush into my office, shutting the door.
Phew.
I open up my computer and begin downloading the emails. While I wait, I dial Rose to see if there’s anything new I should know about. She goes over any changes made on the weekend. As she speaks, my door opens and Marcus walks in. I try to avoid his gaze, but he makes it impossible when he stops right in front of my desk. If I stare at what’s in front of my eyes, I will get an eyeful of a seriously impressive groin, so I’m forced to look up at him.
“Thanks, Rose, I’ll come and see you later.”
I hang up the phone and keep my gaze locked on Marcus’. You can do this Sierra, just tell him no. His brown eyes soften as he slides them over me and then walks around the desk. Oh god. Tell him no now, right now…this second. He grips my chair and scoots it back, then he leans himself against the desk right in front of my computer. Great now my face is pretty much touching his groin, good move Marcus. Well played.
I peer up at him and he’s looking down at me with a hungry expression. It hasn’t escaped my notice that his black suit pants are now tight and bulging.
“Can I help you, sir?”
He grins and leans down. “If you insist on calling me sir, we might as well make the most of it.”
“No, we won’t, Marcus.” I say quickly.
He chuckles and strokes a piece of hair from my eyes.
“Did you have a nice weekend, Miss Walters?”
“Except for the rude interruption by an arrogant man, yes.”
He smirks again. “How rude of him, I hope he made it worth it?”
I smirk now. “Not really.”
“Is that a challenge, because I do enjoy challenges?”
Of course he does.
“No, Marcus, it’s not,” I say. “Now if you don’t mind, you’re blocking the path to my computer, where there is a lot of work waiting for me.”
“You really are playing hard to get, aren’t you sweet girl?”
I roll my eyes and look back up at him. “No, I’m simply doing what comes natural around you.”
He grins and surprises me by crouching down in front of me. His fingers trace light paths up and down my thigh as he speaks.
“Would you like me to put you in a better mood?”
“No…” I whisper.
He’s so close, I can smell him and oh god, I want to kiss him.
“No? Are you sure?”
His finger slides up higher and begin inching up under my skirt. I swallow, feeling my cheeks heat. He just grazes my sex and puts pressure on my sensitive spot, when I speak.
“Y-y-yes, I’m sure.”
At my words, he stops rubbing me and moves his hand away. My body screams at me, my sex is aching and desperate for those fingers. God damn me and my stupid, logical brain.
“Very well, Miss Walters.”
Then he stands and leaves. What? Seriously? Oh my god!
“Bastard,” I grumble.
He responds with a deep, throaty laugh, before shutting my office door and leaving me aching. That’ll teach me to play with someone more determined than I am.
~*~*~*~
Marcus spends most of Monday in meetings and I’m grateful for that. My mind is playing serious tricks on me because a part of me actually wants to feed him a piece of his own medicine and show him a submissive is something I can never be. I smile thinking about walking out and giving him something to think about. God, what is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be playing this little game with him.
I continue until three pm when Marcus finally comes back in. I can hear him on the phone in his office and my body tingles with the urge to go and show him he’s playing with the wrong girl. Maybe if he sees I’m not the submissive type, he will get bored and find someone else to taunt. I’m standing before I even know what I’m doing. I walk out and Marcus looks up at me as he continues chatting. I walk around his desk and his eyes widen as I step in front of him and slide my bottom onto the desk.
He stares up at me, looking a little shocked. Oh yes, Marcus, two can play at this game. I smile and run my fingers up the skin on my thigh. His eyes drop down to the bare skin that begins showing more and more as I inch my skirt up. When my panties are showing, I slide my fingers across the silken fabric and let out a moan as they graze my sex. Marcus’ eyes widen and he looks up at me with lust.
“I’ll call you back,” he snaps to the person on the phone.
He slams it down onto the table and reaches for me, but I grip his hand.
“See, here’s the thing, you and me are alike in our need for control. You’re very wrong about me, sir, I’m not a submissive and I never will be. This,” I say, pointing to my body. “Is mine and mine alone.”
His tongue slides out and he licks his bottom lip before standing and taking my shoulders in his hands.
“While I appreciate what you’re doing,” he murmurs, leaning in close. “It won’t work. I get what I want, no matter how hard that want fights…”
I stare up at him as he begins pushing me backwards, slowly my back gets closer and closer to the desk.
“I want this,” he growls, stroking my thighs as he pushes me down. “I want every luscious inch of it, and I will get it.”
“What makes you so sure?” I whisper.
“Because I can see the want in your eyes, and I know how much you’re craving me.”
“I will never submit to you.”
He grins and runs a tongue over my neck as my back hits the desk. “You already are.”
I whimper when his fingers find my panties. He grips them and tears them off in one, quick swipe. His hand supports my head as he gently places it down onto the wood and stands, moving his gaze down my body until he stops at my spread legs and exposed sex. Then, he drops to his knees. I jerk when he widens my thighs further with his hands. Oh god, is he really going to…
His tongue slides through my sex and finds my clit and I cry out so loudly, it shocks me. He puts my legs over his shoulders and puts his hands on my hips, tilting them slightly so he can slide is tongue deeper into my throbbing sex. I groan and squirm as he teases my clit with firm, hard little flicks that have my blood roaring. He removes one hand from my hip and he traces it down over my backside and up to find my slick entrance. He slips a finger inside me and
I thrash, sending pens and papers scattering on the floor nearby.
“Oh, god, more,” I rasp, not recognizing my own voice.
He brings me to the edge, my body is ready to explode and fuck, it feels good. Then suddenly he stands, letting me go. I cry out and squirm as cool air hits my now hot flesh. My bottom, which was supported by his hands, is now tilting towards the floor and it pulls me off the desk. I land on my knees with a thump and look up at the man standing in front of me. The look on his face is pure determination and dominance. My mouth opens as reality washes over me.
He leans down and grips my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Next time you try to play my game, little girl, be sure you know what you’re doing. If you try that again, I’ll put you over my knee and spank you. Consider that a warning.”
Then he walks away and leaves me panting and completely stunned. I force myself to my knees and stare at the door he walked out of. This is going to be an interesting few months.
CHAPTER 8
I don’t see Marcus again after that. By the time dinner comes around, I’m debating if I want to go. Knowing it’s part of my job description, I sigh and shower. I’ll eat and leave, I’m not conversing with him about earlier. Eat and leave. Eat and leave. I pull on a light blue summer style dress and some sandals before messily tying my hair up and making my way down towards the dining hall.
I do wonder where the President eats. If this is where the Speaker of the house eats, perhaps it’s where the President eats too. Maybe they have different times or something? The table and room is certainly big enough for a large dinner party, but Marcus is always alone while eating. Perhaps by request. I still haven’t seen Chayne eat with him. That woman seriously needs to re-check how she deals with her relationship.
When I walk through the doors, I see Marcus sitting at the head of the table. He’s wearing a dark suit, but he’s taken off the tie and the first two buttons of his white shirt are undone. Holy…shit. I force my eyes away from the patch of light olive skin on his chest that peeks out. Damn. When he sees me, his eyes seem to change. They go from relaxed and casual, to hungry and lusty. Well thank god we’re alone, because that stare would certainly drop some forks or...panties.
I take my seat, two away from him, and pick up the glass of wine already poured before looking over at Marcus. He’s smirking at me now.
“Still in a mood, I see?”
“Not at all,” I smile, although I’m sure he can see it’s fake.
“So much tension for such a young lady.”
Oh he wants to play that game does he? I meet his gaze and murmur, “No tension here, I dealt with that in the spa earlier.”
His brows shoot up and I cheer inside.
“Really?”
I shrug and take a sip of wine, his next words have me choking on that wine before it’s even half way down my throat.
“I left that little pussy so wound up, I imagine it would have been quite an enjoyable release for you. If you do it again though, I will punish you.”
I force myself to stop choking and glare at him. “Last time I checked, sir, it was my body.”
He grins and licks a drop of wine off his lip. God damn him for being so fucking beautiful. He doesn’t answer me or respond, he simply stands and walks over to the chair next to me. I flinch when he sits down and leans over until his lips are nearly touching mine.
“Perhaps it is yours, but let me assure you, sweet girl. I’m about to own it….”
I gasp when his fingers slide up my thigh. Oh no, we’re not going to punish and leave me hanging again. I grip his hand, curling my fingers around his.
“Don’t play with me, sir.”
He leans across and runs his tongue along my bottom lip. I shudder.
“I’m not playing, I’m deadly serious, Miss Walters.”
“Don’t tease me anymore, please,” I say, not recognizing my own sultry voice.
“I don’t plan to tease, I plan to dominate.”
“No.”
“Yes,” he whispers.
His lips don’t touch mine, instead he moves them over my jaw and up to my ear. He licks and sucks as his fingers continue to slide up my thigh and find my damp panties.
“You want it too, while you deny it,” he pulls his fingers out and slides them into his mouth before finishing with, “Your beautiful little cunt says other things.”
I gasp and he takes the opportunity to slide his fingers into my mouth. I bite down onto them and he growls, but doesn’t pull them out. His other hand finds my wet heat again and he slides his finger under my panties, finding my clit. I groan and clamp down onto his finger again as he gently begins massaging and stroking me until I’m squirming on the chair. Suddenly, he slides his finger out of my mouth and turns on the seat so it simply looks like we’re sitting side by side.
A waitress walks out and I force my hooded eyes over to where she begins putting food on the table. She looks over at Marcus, a little suspiciously considering he’s sitting beside me. He continues working my clit, and oh god, I’m so close to coming it’s embarrassing. The waitress continues to slowly serve the food, taking her sweet fucking time. I want to scream at her to hurry up, I’m so close. Marcus simply sips his wine and smiles at her, his finger still sliding over my clit. I can’t hold back my orgasm though, I tried, god, I did.
I put my head in my hand and cough loudly to cover the moan and shudder that tears through my body. The waitress stops and when I look up, still flushed and panting a little, she’s giving me a curious look.
“Is everything ok miss?”
“Fine,” I squeak.
Marcus smiles and slides his hand from my panties. As if the waitress isn’t in the room, he quickly slips his hand up and slides his finger into his mouth. I gape at him as he sucks my arousal off. The waitress looks at him curiously, but he simply slides his finger out and says to her, “That sauce is delicious.”
His voice is a husky purr and she flushes and smiles, nodding. Idiot thinks he’s talking about the sauce she had placed in front of us. I am still coming down from one hell of a release, when Marcus turns to me. His eyes, god, those brown depths are promising so many things. Pleasure, pain, lust, love and desire. It’s hard to look away, I want to but…god…I can’t.
He shifts and stands when the waitress leaves, I see the massive bulge in his pants and a huge part of me wants to get on my knees and lick that cock until he’s begging me to stop. He notices my gaze and grins as he takes his seat.
“Later, sweet girl. I will come to you later.”
“What?” I gasp, looking up at him.
He meets my gaze and a slow, sexy smile creeps across his face. “Tonight, my sweet, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t breathe.”
My mouth drops open but before I can respond, Chayne enters the dining room. This not only shocks me, but Marcus too. She saunters in looking like candy dipped in chocolate. The woman is stunning. She grins at Marcus and then gives me a simple, cold smile. She slides into the chair next to him and leans in to kiss him. I’m surprised when he quickly picks up his wine glass and takes a sip before letting her kiss him.
I know exactly why he sipped that wine, because I know what taste would be in his mouth. My blood boils and I feel my vision cloud. He’s kissing her, right in front of me, after he just shoved his fingers in my panties. What the hell am I doing here? What sort of idiot…the man is basically married and I’m letting him touch me up and was actually considering letting him fuck me until I couldn’t walk. I stand and drop my napkin.
“I’m not really hungry, thank you, sir.”
Marcus looks over at me, and Chayne turns her head to stare at me as though I’m no more significant than a fly.
“You didn’t eat, Miss Walters.”
“I really didn’t feel like it, goodnight.”
I turn and walk off, I hear Marcus call my name but I don’t bother stopping. I walk down the halls, feeling my hands tremble. I feel like a complete idiot. Th
e man has a beautiful fiancé, who he no doubt fucks senseless each night, and here I am considering letting him make a toy out of me. A fucking toy. He doesn’t need me, I would be no more than a bit of fun, a bit of fresh meat.
When I get into my room, I slam the door loudly. With a sigh, I open it again and apologize to the guards. They both nod, but neither say anything. I shut it a little more gently this time and then slump down at my desk. I can’t ring Quinn or Raine about this, they would be so angry at me. I’m an idiot, I don’t need to be told twice. I feel hot tears burn my eyes and I’m angry that I have let myself get to this point. What’s wrong with me?
I stand and dig through my closet to find a satin nightie. Then I slip into the shower, ignoring the tingle that shoots through me as the hot water touches my heated skin. I wash my hair and shave my legs, trying desperately to take my mind off the fact that I very nearly slept with a taken man. When I get out of the shower, I dress and walk back into my room to find Marcus sitting at the end of my bed. I skid to a halt.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I spit.
“You left before dinner was served,” he says, his tone simple.
“Oh gee, I wonder why? It couldn’t have been that you basically finger fucked me at the table and then your fiancé walked in and you kissed her right in front of me as though I am no more than a pathetic toy. Don’t play with me Marcus, I’m here to work and I let you get the better of me when I knew I should have stayed away. It won’t be happening again. I won’t be the girl you fuck for something to do, then go back to your fiancé each night and fuck her too. You can just…”
He’s up and is in front of me before I can finish what I was saying. He grips my hip with one hand and tangles his other in my hair. He tilts my head back and growls. “I haven’t fucked my fiancé for at least six months. She spends her nights fucking someone else. Do you think I’m that much of a fucking bastard that I would screw two women in one day? Do you know what it’s like to be engaged to someone you don’t love, merely for business purposes? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to see your sweet little face in my office each day and not take you over and over again?”
