My Son

by Kelly, Marie

  Putting down the drink with a determined movement, he had began to move towards the pair, but was suddenly stopped by the tall beautiful young woman, who had thrown her hands around his neck before drawing herself up to kiss him fully on the lips

  “Happy Birthday darling” Olivia Prentiss had drawled sexily.

  “Olivia” Marc said a note of annoyance creeping into his voice

  “Relax darling” she laughed huskily

  “I’m not going to eat you” her eyes flashing suggestively “not unless you want me too”

  With that she had kissed the corner of his mouth, purring softly

  “Why didn’t you come over last night?” she whispered in a soft sultry tone

  “I wanted to give you a special present”

  His voice was noncommittal

  “I had to go and deal with a work emergency Olivia, besides, you give presents at parties”

  She had looked at him with fire deep in her eyes

  “Not this kind”

  As he was gently pulling Olivia from himself Phil and Kelly had appeared at his side.

  “Hey Marc” Phil smiled breezily “Great party”

  In a cooler tone adding

  “Hi Olivia”

  Marc however, only had eyes for Kelly who was watching the scene in front of her. Had he imagined it, or for a fleeting moment had her eyes flashed in anger at the other woman draped over him.

  “Olivia let me introduce you to Kelly Brown” he had spoken softly as Olivia had looked over Kelly with calculating eyes, not liking what she saw.

  “Ah you are the nanny” she had said with a soft smile which never reached her eyes.

  Before Kelly could say anything Marc had cut in with an icy tone

  “Kelly is a guest and my friend Olivia, not a nanny”

  With an attempt at sounding sorry, which rung untrue to Kelly’s ears she had said “I am sorry, I thought you were here looking after Max’s son” smiling sweetly

  “I’m surprised we haven’t met, Marc talks about you all the time”

  Kelly had smiled back just as sweetly

  “Really…. funny he’s never mentioned you” she had returned her voice every bit as cold

  As the girl before her had dropped the fake smile and glared at her she could see Marc’s mouth twitching as he had tried to hide the laughter in them

  “Let’s dance” Phil said pulling Kelly over to the dance floor where a band was playing a well known dance tune.

  “Meow….Kelly Brown” Phil had giggled

  “Well….” Kelly said defensively

  “No, quite right….she totally deserved it” he had chuckled

  Marc had watched her dance, her body moving lithely to the rhythm of the music. He was mesmerized by the graceful way she moved her hips and shoulders so erotically. It was all the more enticing because she was so unaware as to how exciting she looked. However, with a scowl it was Phil who was dancing beside her, every now and then moving in close to talk to her and he had resented his friend for being that close.

  After avoiding Phil’s feet for most of the dance, Kelly had laughed, suddenly feeling the need for a seat. However turning she had come face to face with Marc, who proceeded to demand a dance from her as the band had struck up a slow dance and he had pulled her into his arms. Kelly’s whole body had instantly reacted to being there as she had felt her head against his shoulder; his breathe gently moving her hair, his hard body against hers as his hand held the naked base of her back. Kelly had shivered with the sensations this closeness was raising within her.

  When she had first seen Marc she had held her breath at just how handsome he looked, wearing a full tuxedo he was breath taking. At the first opportunity she had dragged Phil over to join him only to gasp as she had seen the beautiful woman appear before him and kissing him so familiarly on the lips. Kelly had instantly felt the heat in the pit of her stomach, as it had dropped seeing the other woman holding onto him in such a possessive manner. She had remembered another woman at another party nearly a year ago and knew that this woman was his mistress, also guessing that this was Olivia Prentiss, a fact confirmed when introduced to her.

  “You look wonderful” Marc’s soft voice had trailed so sensually down her hair

  “If this was the safe option, I would really like to see the other dress”

  Kelly had laughed, with a soft moan

  “No… they sent the wrong dress”

  Marc had chuckled

  “Not from where I’m standing” he had said with admiration as Kelly had felt the warm glow rise within her as with her eyes closed she had enjoyed the feel and wonderful smell of him, all of which was causing her to feel light headed.

  The two of them had carried on dancing, lost in the other, as for Kelly it was as if they were the only two people in the room, all background noises disappearing with only his soft breathing making any sound. She had sighed gently with satisfaction, and as the music ended broke apart from him with regret as all the background sounds had crashed back in on her. After thanking her, Marc had been dragged away by others to talk and she had drifted amongst the other many party guests, enjoying meeting the many friendly faces which greeted her.

  All too soon the party had ended and as people drifted away, wishing Marc a happy birthday she had bade goodnight to Phil, once more telling him that everything would be fine and that she should be the first to know for sure, as he had left happily crossing his fingers. Finally the last guest had left and she and Marc had smiled at each other

  “Yet another successful De Santo bash” he had said aloud as she had giggled and nodded.

  “I would go with that.”

  Suddenly feeling shy as she had given him a soft smile

  “Goodnight Marc” she said gently, noting that he was looking at her as though about to say something. However, suddenly feeling nervous, she had quickly moved away to retrieve the monitor for Max’s room from Beth, the older woman asking how the party had gone smiling on discovering that all had gone smoothly.

  “Well he’s slept like a little log….not a peep out of him” she had declared sleepily before handing the monitor over to Kelly

  “Thanks Beth” she smiled “and goodnight, enjoy yourself tomorrow”

  Beth who was looking forward to her day off had laughed

  “Hon I may not even leave my bed”

  Chuckling softly, Kelly had made her way back to the hallway and staircase. As she passed the main door she had heard a small knock, and slowly opening it, had found Phil standing there

  “Got to talk to you” he had cried in excitement, his eyes darting around the hallway

  “Is Marc about?”

  Kelly had shaken her head, not having seen him on her return from Beth’s room

  “Come in here then” he had said mysteriously before dragging her into the study

  “What is it Phil?” she had asked in surprise, as he had turned to look at her, his face glowing, his eyes radiating happiness

  “She phoned back” he said

  “She said yes Kelly”

  Kelly had laughed back with him. Her eyes full of the happiness she felt for him

  “Congratulations, I’m so happy for you”

  Phil was beside himself with joy as he had kissed her square on the lips before picking her up, and lifting her into his arms hugging her with joy as she had laughed with him, neither of them aware of the door opening or of the man who now stood before them as he had silently entered the room, until Kelly had suddenly stiffened.

  Philip sensing the change in her had looked around and spotting Marc placed her back on her feet before whispering gently in her ear

  “Can’t tell him yet...promised Theresa I would officially ask her father before we go public”

  And with a last dazzling smile at her, had walked out of the room past his friend, not trusting himself to stop in case he blurted out his news, but instead smiling at Marc on the way by, not even noticed that he had received no r
eturn smile.

  Marc De Santo, stared silently at the woman in front of him. His insides clenched so tight with anger and yes the cold hard steel of jealousy too. He had never wanted a woman more, and she was shamelessly flaunting another man before him. At that moment he wanted to go over there and shake her and make her look at HIM. The icy anger spreading throughout his whole body as he had tried hard to control the feelings and thoughts all churning deep within him

  “Well, well” he had said in a low dangerous voice

  “Haven’t we been a busy girl”

  Kelly, her heart beating fast in her chest had made to walk past him

  “I don’t know what you mean” she said dismissively “Goodnight Marc”

  But in one swift move Marc had placed the whiskey drink he held in his hand down on a nearby table, causing the ice cubes to clink noisily in the crystal glass, and caught her arm as she had tried to make her way past him

  “I think you do” he said silkily. His voice low and even, but somehow dangerous

  “But why settle for the boy” he continued “when you could have the man”

  Kelly had tried to pull her arm free from him

  “Let me go Marc” she said angrily “You’re drunk”

  As he had tutted softly, his eyes had flashed with such a fire

  “No, no” he chided her “no I’m very sober thank you”

  With that he had pulled her into his arms encircling her small waist with a pincer grip so that no matter how she strained against him she could not escape.

  “What do you want” she had cried through clenched teeth.

  “Perhaps some of what he was getting” Marc replied huskily

  “That was not what you think” she responded a small tremor in her voice, seeing the flash of anger once more in his eyes

  “Do you take me for a fool” he snarled

  “Are you planning on going through every man here” his voice icy, his words meant to hurt her as much as she was hurting him

  Kelly had flinched, but the anger had risen within her as she had met his angry glare with a cold stare of her own.

  “I don’t think that will be necessary” her voice dripped with disdain

  “Do you?”

  Marc had sworn loudly and stepped away from her as though she had physically hit him

  She had watched as he racked her body with his eyes, a look of complete contempt filling them, as Kelly had realised that she had gone too far, but not caring. How dare he talk to her like that. Her insides felt cold – how could he think that of her. She had watched as with great control he had made his body relax so that the anger within him seemed to melt away, as he stood looking down on her coldly but contemplatively.

  “You shouldn’t sell yourself short” he said at last, now in complete control of himself

  “There are other men out there looking for a mistress” He slowly walked around her as though she was a piece of meat, his look not missing any of her figure as he openly admired her with a look in his eyes that made her flush. He had come to stand in front of her softly trailing a finger down her arm, his dark eyes holding hers.

  The sudden touch of him on her skin had caused her body to react instantly as hot flames of desire had rushed through her. Marc had given a dry hollow laugh seeing the way her body reacted to his touch, and leaning forward he had whispered softly into her ear

  “Perhaps there might be higher bidders out there”

  Kelly had flushed an even deeper colour, his meaning very clear. So he now thought she was some kind of prostitute and was offering to pay for her services. Hurt had made her pull herself up to her full height and retorted in a voice she hoped was cool and steady

  “Tell you what Marc, if the deal falls through, I’ll let you know”

  There was a deathly silence for what seemed like an age before he had spoken slowly with real anger in his voice

  “Well perhaps you should let me see if the goods are worth waiting for” he said dangerously

  Catching the meaning in his words Kelly had made to run for the door, but he was faster and had caught her by the shoulders spinning her around to look at him in only a few strides. With a cruel twist of his sensual mouth he took her face in his hands and lowering his head crushed her lips to his. His kiss was hard and meant to punish her for her words, and desperately she had raised her hands to push him away, pressing them against his chest to strain away from him. However, feeling his body under her touch had caused her to erupt in a passionate need to be even closer to him, her body a traitor of the worse kind, as far from fighting him she had felt herself clutching at him and kissing him back with a deep desire she could not control.

  Marc had raised his head from her, his dark eyes burning with passion

  “My God” he exclaimed thickly, looking down on her impassioned face, before once again lowering his head to her

  This time his kiss was gentle and searching and his hands had lowered to draw her closer against him, pulling her hips against his so as she could feel his arousal hard against her. Kelly had groaned and entwined her arms around his neck pulling his head down further to her. She had delighted as he kissed her mouth, cheek, ears and shoulders. Her body shivering as he expertly inflamed her under him, aware of his unsteady breathing as he too became inflamed with her.

  As his lips explored hers, his tongue had delved into her mouth so gentle and caressing that her whole body had exploded in a need which filled her very being. Moaning throatily against him she had kissed him back, her tongue dancing with his, feeling his one hand on the base of her back slowly stroking the silky curve of her causing shivers to run up and down her spine as she moved even closer against him pushing harder against the feel of his arousal. He had sighed softly his other hand holding her head, his fingers entwined in the softness of her hair.

  Kelly’s hands had pushed at the suit jacket he wore, feeling as it had slid from him before she had moved her hands between them and with fingers splayed against his hard chest began to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt with the sudden desire to feel his bare skin against her hand, to brush her fingers against the rough hair which grew there. Pulling the shirt from his trousers she had began to slide it from his muscular shoulders, undoing the small tie at the same time, feeling his hand slide lower to cup her buttocks, his fingers gently stroking the furrow where the cheeks met. As his shirt hit the floor his hand had undone the clasp of her dress causing it to float gently and soundlessly to the floor to join it. The sudden feel of skin on skin had caused her to moan and shudder, her arms moving around his waist, her fingers barely touching his back as they brushed his skin feeling him shiver wherever they made contact.

  Just as she felt she would drown in the sensations rocking her body he moved slightly backwards breaking the connection between them. With a soft whimper her passion filled eyes had begun to open slowly her body swaying unsteadily, as she saw him taking in every detail of her shape his eyes greedily drinking in her perfect figure, her erect and pouting breasts, her slim waist and flat stomach leading down to long shapely legs. Opening her mouth she had gasped suddenly as he dropped to his knees before her, his hands moving on either side of her legs until reaching her feet, were he removed the shoes she wore, the only clothing left. Once she stood before him completely naked he had began to kiss her stomach, his hands holding her hips tightly to prevent her from moving

  “Stop….please, Marc” she begged, her voice hardly a whisper as she struggled to deal with the intimacy of his actions a flush spreading over her cheeks at the way she wanted him even more while knowing that she should be pushing him away

  He in return had laughed gently as his fingers moved between the moistness of her thighs, causing her to groan so loudly. She had never experienced such sensations. In her whole life she had only slept with Danny, who while a wonderful but gentle lover, had never brought her to such a dangerous and wondrous place, and she felt lost in the sensations sweeping over her.

  “Do
you really want me to stop Kelly” he had replied gently as his finger entered her making her cry out, her body becoming rigid as his possession of her had caused her to erupt into a thousand pieces of need.

  “Well” he asked again as his finger rhythmically moved within her

  Whimpering and moaning at the same time, she could only shake her head while her hands held onto him her fingers snaking through his glossy hair

  “No” she cried out as he had laughed triumphantly against her.

  Parting her legs she felt his tongue enter her, flicking inside her, tantalizing her. Kelly felt dizzy as the sensations within her rose. She felt completely helpless not able to stop him as her head screamed at her to get away while her body remained rooted as his probing tongue was pulling the very air from her lungs as she felt pleasure she had never before experienced. Against her will she could feel her hips moving with him and she moaned with such a deep desire. Feeling her become unsteady on her feet Marc had risen to his and with one fluid movement lifted her into his arms moving over to the large leather sofa before gently placing her there.

  She could see the fire and want in his eyes as he once again kissed her allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, before he moved his mouth down to her hard nipples sucking in each in turn as she cried out with the instant jolt of electricity which moved between her legs as his tongue licked and flicked her breasts.

  “God I want you Kelly” he moaned against her “I want to feel myself inside you, I want to own you”

  Kelly had again groaned gently as his words washed over her

  “Yes” she muttered, hardly aware of what was happening as the need for him rose so strongly within her. At that moment there was nothing more important than to have him between her legs and opening her eyes to meet his, her mouth gently pled

  “Please Marc” as with a sigh he rose to his feet, his fingers pulling on the belt of his trousers.

  Seeing the bulge of his need through the material she began to stroke him feeling the pulsating throb against her hand as he removed the belt and began to work on the button. He was groaning as her hands moved against him shuddering as her fingers wrapped around him over the material of his trousers. His dark eyes looked down on hers which were looking longingly at his erection clearly visible while her fingers found the head under the material, causing him to arch his back and throw back his head with the sudden sensations gripping him. Gently moving her hand he began to pull down the zip, as he sucked in a large breath to steady himself. He marvelled at how she responded to him and wondered at the way she was able to make him totally lose control. Normally a skilled lover, he never lost control, but under her hands he could feel himself ready to explode.