by Ali Parker
"You mean your boy..."
***
Lisa drank a quick cup of coffee with Marc and then headed into the office to get a few things she would need for the trip. It was a large sale waiting to happen and would be enough income to not worry for the rest of the month. Marc being there put a strain on her desire to do anything, but he would be gone soon. At present their future felt like it was a mystery.
"Good morning, Sunshine!" Trisha stood as Lisa walked into the office.
"Morning!" Lisa smiled brightly and walked toward her office. "I'm heading out to show the Jones property in New Hampshire this afternoon. Anything you need me to do before I head out?"
"Nope. There was a message for you to call Mr. Carrington, but other than that, we're good."
"Michael called? I just saw him last night."
"Guess he's an early riser. You didn't give the handsome thing your cell number yet?"
"Um no. He would have direct access then."
"Well, forgive me for saying it, but I wouldn't mind at all if he had direct access to me."
Lisa laughed and dropped her briefcase in her chair, Trisha having followed her into her office. "You can have him."
Trisha gasped and put her hand over her mouth in mock surprise. "What? Why on earth would you not want him? What doesn't he have?"
"Me." Lisa winked and pointed to a pile of papers on the small round table on the other side of her office. "Hand me those files marked Jones, please."
"And I assume someone else has you?" Trisha walked to the table and started to organize the mess before bringing it over and smirking. "He better be out of this world. I can't imagine anyone better than Mr. Carrington.”
"He is. I'm actually taking him with me to the showing today." Lisa hated the heat that rose up her throat and coated her cheeks. She almost felt like a high school girl again with her first real crush.
"Oh, interesting. Am I going to get the chance to see this beau?"
"Not right now. I'm just going to get a few things done and then head home to pack up. I'll be in on Friday for sure." Lisa brushed her hands down her black slacks, trying to rid herself of the static that seemed to follow her everywhere.
"Well, I'm here if you need me. I'm excited about where this might go."
"The house or the boy?"
"Both, and he better be a man."
"The house will sell no problem." Lisa moved her bag and sat down, turning to her computer as she chuckled softly. "The boy being a man... I'm not so sure."
***
"Where are we going again?" Marc asked as he glanced toward Lisa.
"Manchester, New Hampshire." Lisa pulled her sunglasses from her purse and slipped them on before snuggling back into her seat. Marc wanted to drive and she was more than happy to let him do it. The showing was at three, so she remained dressed in her work clothes, and forced him to find something appropriate to wear when she got back to the house as well.
"Kari was all over my ass about not bringing you up to the bakery last night. I guess they all went out for beers afterward and wanted us there." Marc shrugged as he reached up and pulled the sun-visor down.
"We can go tomorrow night before you head back to New York." Her stomached tightened with the thought of him having to go back home. How were they going to work this out? He still had another year or so in school and Kari had been pretty straight forward on the fact that Marc was very much a New York kind of guy.
He seemed to read the downturn in her thoughts as he reached over and took her hand. Lifting her fingers to his mouth he kissed each of them softly before slipping the middle one into the warm wetness of his mouth. His tongue rolled around the digit just before his teeth pressed lightly into it. She groaned, her body reacting immediately to him. A smile on his handsome face broke his hold and he moved her hand to his leg, gripping it tightly.
"Three hour trip, hmmm?"
"Yes, you bad thing. No torturing me. I have a showing and then we can enjoy each other until you limp away."
"Me limp away? I think it was you last night that finally begged for mercy."
"That was mercy?"
"Um, yes. I only fucked you for a couple of hours." He lifted his eyebrow, the smile on his mouth so far beyond precious. She reached across her body and touched his face, pulling his attention to her as she licked at her lips seductively.
"I figured you needed a break, but don't worry. I won't make that mistake again."
She released him and sat back, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. Just being with him was enough, but having him all to herself and not having to do so around the prying eyes of her friends... blissful.
"You need to come to New York again next weekend. I have tickets to a pretty cool biker event."
Lisa opened her eyes, moving her sunglasses and looking over at him. "A biker event? Why in the world would you do that?"
He smirked. "I told you that I've always wanted a bike."
"Not really. I mean, we were acting silly in the store on 5th Avenue last weekend with the jackets and such."
"I wasn't acting silly. I got you a jacket."
"How did you do that, anyway?"
"I went back after you left me standing at the elevator."
The memory of him 'teaching her a lesson' in the elevator moved across her memory and anger swirled in the pit of her stomach. She pulled her hand from him, careful to not show too much emotion.
"I remember," she grumbled and put her shades back on, turning to look as the world passed them by.
"Hey... about that. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted you to understand the difference."
"Oh I do understand the difference. I'm going to try this love thing with you, but if it gets jacked up... I'm out for good." She shrugged as if her words were no big deal, which they weren't. Love had never been on the agenda before and if something went wrong, she would eventually heal from it and never, ever try again.
"Well, this love thing hasn't been on my radar before either. I just can't seem to stop thinking about you. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders that you’re here and you're willing to be mine." He reached over and took her hand back. "Don't take your hand from me again. I'll just latch on to your tit."
She jerked her hand away and stretched, jutting out her chest as she laughed. He joined in, reaching over and pawing at her breast before sliding his hand down her flat stomach and cupping her sex.
"No." Lisa pushed his hand away as he growled. "I'm serious about me not looking like I got fucked in a car when I go to show this house."
"Getting fucked in a car would be delicious though, and we have three hours. I think we should totally take advantage of our time together."
"Pervert." She crossed her legs and smiled.
"Your pervert."
"Not to change the subject, but where is that jacket you bought me?"
"Back in New York. Come next weekend and I'll give it to you."
"I don't know if I can. I need to look at my calendar and make sure I don't have a showing."
"Well, if you don't, then we'll ride with the bikers."
"Where are you getting a bike from?" She turned toward him, her interest piqued.
"I have a few tricks up my sleeve."
"Just your sleeve?" She reached over and slid her hand along his thigh, making sure to let several of her fingers graze past his crotch.
"Unzip those jeans and I'll show you way more than a trick."
"Are we talking treats now?"
"Come over here and taste it. I'm thinking a treat might be just what you need."
Chapter 16
Twelve couples showed up to preview the house and four of them were ready to lay down bids at the end of the event. The home was spacious and open, bright and welcoming. The setting summer sun pressed through the windows as Lisa made her final rounds with the remaining clients. Marc had disappeared to somewhere, but he was a big boy and could take care of himself.
She shook hands wi
th everyone and slipped her shoes off, a soft sigh leaving her as she walked through the home. Never would she want anything that big and she sure as hell hoped Marc wasn't thinking about wanting a huge place with loads of children. Probably not.
"You know I don't appreciate you brushing up against me while I was trying to work," she teased at him as she stepped out onto the back patio. He sat on the wooden railing of the large ornate deck, his slacks rolled up and shirt unbuttoned.
"Yeah you do. I saw that look in your eyes. The warning that I was about to get into deep trouble." He winked and jumped down, reaching for her and pulling her in close. “It's hot out here. You should lose those clothes. I like what's underneath better anyway."
Lisa snuggled up to him, looking up and falling hard all over again. Was this what love felt like? An uncontrollable wave of emotion that left your heart beating too fast and your body aching for long kisses and greedy fingers?
"What are you thinking?" Marc asked, leaning down and brushing his lips past her jawline.
"Nothing. Let's go in and I'll finish up the paperwork. We can get out of here and head to the hotel."
"Sounds like a plan to me." He pulled from her and started to button his shirt, his eyes moving across her as if trying to memorize every little detail.
She slipped her hand into his when he was done and glanced over at him. "You do realize we're going to have to talk about us."
"What about us, pretty girl?" Marc held the door open, the expression on his face curious.
"If we're going to be together, we have to figure out how. We live in two different states now."
"It's only a five hour drive or an hour on a plane. I have a year left in school and then we can move forward another step if you're ready."
She walked into the house, letting out a long sigh. There wasn't an easy answer to the future, but having a year to figure it out helped to ease the burden a little.
"I'm not sure I want to move back to New York." Lisa turned as Marc hovered over her, sliding his hands around her waist and squeezing her rear as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
"That's not something we need to figure out tonight. We have a year to get to know each other better and make sure this is what we want."
"Having doubts already?" She chuckled and reached up, running her fingers through the side of his hair before pulling him down for a long passionate kiss.
His hands squeezed her tightly and he tucked her against his hardening body. He pulled back and moved one hand to touch the side of her face, tilting her head to let their gazes align.
"I haven't a doubt that I would turn my world upside down to be in yours. It's you I'm worried about."
"I'm good. This is all new, but I feel calm, which is a bit concerning." She pulled from his grasp and walked to pick up the papers left by her clients. "Let's go. I'll do this later when we're at the hotel."
"Good luck. I have plans for you when we get to the hotel."
"Oh yeah?" She slipped her purse over her shoulder and walked to the front of the house as she watched him closely. "Want to divulge any of them."
"Nope. I will tell you that I plan to memorize every curve and slope of your sexy little body." He reached for her, rubbing his hand down the back of her long hair and tugging a little. "You like it a little rougher than we had last night?"
"I like whatever you're thinking." Lisa glanced over her shoulder as she opened the front door to the large house.
"Good... real good."
***
She was everything he needed in his life. Sexy as hell, stunning and passionate. There was no doubt that she was on edge about where they were headed, but he would be lying if he didn't say he was as well. The slight swing of her hips in her tight pencil skirt almost undid him as they walked to the car. He slipped his hands into his slacks, needing to do something with them before he reached out and took hold of her again.
"What are you thinking for dinner?" He moved to open her door, leaning over a little to get a better view as the top of her silky shirt flared. Her breasts were on view for only a moment. He growled and moved back, shutting the door and readjusting himself as he walked around the back of the car. She was going to kill him. It was plain and simple. How the hell had he kept his hands off of her when he moved them to Maine a few months back?
Kari... His sister had been rather straightforward about the two of them not really getting involved with each other. Someone would end up hurt. He wasn't so sure that wasn't going to be the end result no matter what.
Could two explosive personalities really learn to exist outside of the bedroom? He felt confident as he got into the car and buckled up.
"Would it be crazy if I said I just want to pick up a pizza and go back to the room?"
He started the car and glanced at her, winking. "Of course not. I'm a college boy. I love pizza in bed."
Her smile dropped a little and he wondered if he had said something wrong, but it was best to drop it. She was complicated and he couldn't begin to fathom what was going through her mind.
"Pizza and TV sound good. Honestly I'm still tired from this past weekend." Her voice softened slightly as she slipped on her shades.
"Speaking of this past weekend... Is there a reason you ran from me? Other than the elevator thing and you being scared of love."
"I'm not scared of love. I just think it's messy. I mean, really, what are the chances that you and I will get over all of the hurdles in our way and end up together?"
"What obstacles have you concerned?" Marc pulled out onto the small side road, his eyes on the road, but his attention completely on the woman next to him. He wouldn't be surprised at all if Lisa completely unwound the sensual night of loving passion and turned it into nothing more than a great fuck. It was a great fuck, but it meant something to him - maybe too much.
"The hotel is off the first exit on the freeway. Just take a left at the light after the exit and it's the Holiday Inn on the left."
"Got it. Answer me, baby." He reached out and took her hand, pulling it into his lap as he smiled at her.
"Where we live, our ages being so different, or our past choices. I don't know." She pulled her hand from him and ran her fingers through her hair. She was already pulling back.
Marc sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, trying to think through what his reaction should be. He wanted to jump in and answer all of her doubts with the reasons and ways they would overcome all of that, but she needed to come to those conclusions herself. Otherwise, the minute he left she would fall back into thinking that the relationship was shallow and not capable of moving past the issues she resurrected in her pretty little head.
He pulled up to a parking spot and turned the car off, turning and nodding to her. "You ready? We can order the pizza from the room and I'll go grab it if they don't deliver."
"Are you not going to answer my ramblings about the things in our way?"
"Nope." He got out of the car and opened the trunk, working to get their stuff out as she got out of the car and walked back to take hers from him.
"None of that stuff worries you?"
"No. We're just starting to build this relationship, Lisa. I want what we have right now. When it grows into something more, then I'll want that too." He shrugged and shut the trunk, walking toward the check-in and extending his hand to her. "Don't make this complicated. It doesn't have to be."
***
They settled into the room and Lisa disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes. Marc kicked off his shoes and slid his hands over his head, looking up and letting out a long breath. He wasn't experienced in love. Lust was easy and he very much agreed with Lisa - it wasn't messy. You fucked and went home. If it was good enough then the next time you ran into the girl you would fuck again. No connection other than a physical one, no worries or pressures.
Too bad sex when coupled with love was explosive. He could easily become addicted to the thrill that pulsed through him as he took her in her wh
ite fluffy sheets the day before. He slid his hand into his pants and stroked his erection once, knowing he wasn't going to be able to wait much longer.
"Thought that was my job." Lisa's voice surprised him. He hadn't heard her come out. He must have been too lost in his thoughts.
"It is. You're late. Punch the clock and get to work." He winked at her and reached for the phone. She moved toward him, taking the phone and dropping it back on the charger.
"Not yet..." she whispered and reached up, tugging at her copper locks until her long hair sat in a messy bun on her head. She looked like a naughty secretary. His body hardened further and he groaned at the tension rising in him.
"I was going to order the pizza," he bit out, reaching to touch the wall beside him.
"Soon," she whispered as she reached for his shirt, pulling at it. He pulled it over his shoulders and dropped it as her mouth made contact with his skin. Marc groaned softly, reaching for her hips. He needed to feel her, wanting to drown her in the smell of his desire.
"Damn you look good." He leaned down and tried to kiss her neck, only a small amount of her creamy flesh on display. She moved back and smiled.
"Sit down. I want to taste you before we eat dinner." She licked at her lips and pushed at his chest.
Marc worked his pants off slowly as if they had all the time in the world, the buildup of desire in her eyes driving him beyond mad. He tugged his boxers off and sat down on the bed, reaching for his cock as she grabbed his wrist, moving both of his hands behind him. He arched his back a little, enjoying the position she wanted him in more than he cared to admit.
"Watch me as I lick every inch of you," she whispered as she moved to her knees, her eyes filled with the same heat that coursed through his veins.
He groaned loudly as she slipped between his legs, her clothes still on, breasts nuzzled under his shaft. "Oh fuck... You don't know how bad I want to see you enjoy me, baby."
