by Brenda Ford
I take it as a compliment and as Kurt announces that we’re officially at the hotel, he asks Marvin if he enjoyed the tour.
“So much, Kurt that I might have to take it again before we leave.”
Marvin winks at me as I put on my dress. The red one that I had on before I put on the gold lingerie. My hair’s still damp. Hopefully, eventually, it’ll dry up later, but then by the sound of things. I doubt it.
Chapter Twelve
Marvin
As we leave the limo, I know that Emily needs her rest. She’s slouching, and it’s clear that she’s tired. Once we go up, the first thing I’ll let her do is rest. Especially with my token of the tour safely in my back pocket.
“Let’s sit here for a while.” There’s a lounge area off to the side with several seats and tables arranged. Emily is struggling to walk properly, which is understandable given what took place in the limo not so long ago.
“I don't want to sit down where there are people, Marvin,” she whispers as she gets closer, “Especially when I still don’t have my panties on.”
“Why ever not?” I quip back, and she wrinkles her nose up at me.
She’s clutching tightly to me as I hold her to my side. I’m not quite sure if it’s just because she has a little trouble walking on her own feet or the missing panties.
“I feel sticky, and I want to shower and change.”
“And maybe a nap,” I added thoughtfully, my eyes sliding to her before facing forward.
“I don’t need a nap,” she grumbles. Then I notice she’s looking at me out the corner of her eye.
I laugh as I decide to take her to the room. Once I push the button for the elevator, I notice that no one else is inside. I take this opportunity to push her gently against one of the walls once the door’s close. I press my lips against hers only for a second. She whimpers, her body trembling slightly, and I can't tell if it’s her tiredness or eagerness for wanting more. I pull away thinking that she needs to get freshened up and anymore right now may leave her completely sore.
“I’m going to leave you alone so you can have some rest. You need it, Emily. Get something to eat, too.”
The last thing I want to do is starve her.
She pouts at me, my eyes sliding down to her tempting lips. “Marvin, can’t you at least join me for a shower?” she flutters her eyelashes up at me.
The elevator comes to a stop, surprising both of us when the doors suddenly slide open. I take her hand and lead her out into the hallway. She’s regained herself enough to walk properly, if a little uncomfortable, on her own. I watch her face and notice the slight discomfort that she tries to hide.
It’s another reason why I’m putting off any more activities for the day, maybe I’ll leave it until tonight. I can tell by the way she’s walking and the look on her face that she’s sore. She wasn’t a virgin, but I doubt she’s seen much action in some time. I remember there being a couple of guys that Ben told me she was dating. Every time he said the words ‘Emily and her boyfriend’, a wave of jealousy would enter my mind, as much as I’ll like to think of me as being her first. I know that it’s not the case, but I do know that I must be the first to please her the way that I’ve done this weekend. So much so that I’ve had her begging for more.
We stop by her door, and she turns to face me, standing close, her face turned up so her eyes could meet mine. Unable to resist, I lean down for another kiss, this time just a soft brush of lips, before I make myself push back.
“I’ll see you later, Emily,” I say quietly.
She smiles softly at me, leaning up on her toes to peck my lips lightly. “You promise?”
I nod my head, “Have I ever broken one before?”
She shakes her head, then she lifts her hand, trying to put her key in and acting like a jilted bride. She said that she wants to freshen up and she obviously needs some rest. And it is the best decision to leave her alone for some time. Even if it’s only for a little while.
As I turn and go into the adjoining room, I find myself lost as to what to do. Like her, I could have a shower, but then I don’t feel like it right now. As I check the time, I can’t believe that it’s so late.
I decide to hit the shower and then I hover at her door. The room next to mine with my towel wrapped around my waist. I run my hand through my hair thinking that this must be the first time that I’m thinking of not sleeping alone.
Kurt gave us a tour; he must have been circulating for a while. I didn’t realize how late it is, and even though it’s a little early to sleep but I can’t imagine doing anything else right now.
I don’t even know if Emily’s aware that we’re due to leave this morning. I get up and knock on her door. I peep in to discover that she’s fast asleep and wrapped in a towel. My eyes sheepishly move across her body as I lift up the covers. She’s naked; it’s almost as if she was hoping that I’ll join her during the night.
I go back to my room and leave her a note. One that I know she’ll love for later on. She can take her time and get her energy back. I have a few calls to make and a flight to change for the both of us.
It doesn’t take long for me to get ready afterwards, seeing as everything’s going to plan at work and there’s no emergency that I need to deal with for now. Roger’s one of the best secretaries that I’ve ever had, and I can see that not only is he forwarding my emails, but he’s checking up on them.
I send him a quick thank you note, before heading to the shower and getting ready. I decide on a dark gray suit. I leave my suite, walking at a brisk pace, heading for Emily's room, and this time I even have a chance to knock on her door. She opens the door and I run my eyes over the dress that she’s wearing. It’s black, sleeveless, and goes down to her feet with matching black stiletto heels on her feet. She has one of her designs. I recognize it from her latest collection. The necklace adorns her neck with a matching bracelet on her wrist.
She looks mind-blowing, and she’s my date for the night.
“You’re beautiful, Emily. I can see that you got my note. Did you have anything urgent to do today in the office?”
She shakes her head, “No. I’m glad we got to stay another night. Thanks for the compliment,” she spins around and then laughs, “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
I smirk, taking the complement.
"Shall we?" I ask, offering my arm.
She closes her door and steps toward me, slipping her hand around my elbow. I place a hand over hers, keeping her in place, and lead her to the elevator.
“Where are we going tonight?”
“Out to dinner. Just you and I. We can sit and get to know each other better.”
She giggles, “I thought that we’d done that already.”
I tilt my head to the side as I stop in my tracks, “Yes. But this will be different. We’ll have a conversation.”
She looks surprised at my admittance but honestly I didn’t expect us to be having this much fun and games during this trip. I just wanted to get to know her differently. Not as her dad’s best friend but as my own friend and possibly my future lover.
I lead her to the elevator, and we enter in silence, and I sense that she’s thinking too hard about what I’d just said. She’s a thinker, one that likes to try and finding meaning in everything that’s said and done. As we step out of the elevator and glide out of the hotel, on cue Kurt is waiting for us with the limo.
Kurt nods and then greets us both. Swiftly he opens the door for us. Being the gentleman that I am, I wait for Emily to step inside first.
It doesn’t take long for us to arrive at the restaurant and soon Kurt announces it on the intercom. She looks up at me from under her lashes, biting her bottom lip, and the look goes straight to my cock. I wonder if she knows the effect she has on me and if she reacts the way she does to entice me. If yes, it's working. She gives the barest nod of her head, and I assume that is as much an answer that I am going to get out of her for a while.
We lock eyes as we
sat in the limo as if we’re strangers. I’m keeping my distance because I know that she must be hungry now. We’ve spent all weekend in each other’s pockets, and I’m aware that tomorrow is another day. One where we’ll go back to our old lives. If my plan works, then she needs to come to me. Not for sex or for money, but only because she wants us to be together. The way that my cock’s begging to be inside her now, I’m not sure that I can resist the temptation to take her.
“Another hotel?”
Emily asks as she points to the MGM hotel which sits above Joël Robuchon’s restaurant.
I laugh and say, “Well, I don’t make a habit of changing hotels.”
She raises an eyebrow and says, “Don’t you?”
I tell Kurt that we’ll call him when we’re finished and on that note, we’re alone again. We walk in sync to the restaurant, and as we reach the doors, we’re greeted by a pretty French hostess. She doesn’t hesitate once I say my name to direct us to our table.
I can tell that Emily’s fascinated by the chandeliers that hang and the beautiful textures of red and green that run from the wall as I casually walk through the restaurant and her head moves in different directions. Then we grind to a halt, and the hostess opens the doors. Emily breaks the silence by asking, “Just us two?”
I nod, “Just the two of us.”
“Would you like the menu’s now or would you like something to drink as you settle in?”
I nod, “Can you bring just the wine menu for now?”
She smiles, “As you please. Enjoy your meal, Jean-Claude will be your waiter for the night. He’ll be here in a couple of minutes to give you the menus.”
Emily just stares at her and then as soon as I walk up to the chair, ready for her to sit down, she tells me exactly how she feels.
“Wow, Marvin every time I think that you can’t surprise me, you go and surprise me even more.”
“Is that a compliment?”
She nods, “If you didn’t get that from what I said, then maybe you’re the one that’s tired.”
I got it alright, but there’s something about the way that she’s so relaxed right now that makes her seem even more enchanting.
“Why were you so quiet earlier?”
“I felt guilty,” she nods her head. ‘I thought that I should be at work. Or at least get there and then talk to the remaining staff about…”
“About the fact that you’re going to make the company great again?”
It brings a smile to her face. One that I’ve been longing for all night. Her red lipstick glimmers in the dim lighting.
There’s a knock on the door and then Jean-Claude, a tall, dark haired waiter enters through the door with our menu.
“Bonjour,” he nods as he walks through the door. He delicately shuts it behind him, and I start to discuss in French the options of our meal with the wine suggestions. Each time I have one eye on the menu and the other on Emily as her eyes wander around the room.
“D’accord. Merci Madame e Mademoiselle,” Jean-Claude nods as he walks back out of the room.
“What did he just say?” Emily says with bolts of excitement.
“He just thanked us.”
“Marvin, is there anything that you can’t do? I never even knew that you could speak French and not even just a little, like a native.”
I smile as I tentatively reach for her hand and she offers it so naturally. I start stroking her fingers, remembering her touch and the fact that her hands are so soft.
“I spent some time in France when you were growing up. But you probably don’t remember?”
She shakes her head, “I remember that you used to leave for long periods of time. Dad used to laugh about you having a secret wife in France.”
“No, I just love their culture and most of all the language. That’s why I learned it so well. Besides I think of Paris as my sanctuary.”
“How come?”
I stand up and look at the artwork on the wall wondering if I could show her what I’m talking about. There’s none that captures the beauty of the city, so I blurt out, “One day I’ll show you. I still have my apartment in the city, and I still go there from time to time.”
She sighs, “I would love that, it sounds like heaven.”
“I ordered for you, Emily. I hope you don’t mind?”
“I’m not as cultured as you are,” she winks at me. “I know that whatever you ordered would be a lot better than what I would have done.”
“Don’t underestimate yourself all the time. You used to have such confidence as a child.”
“Not really,” she shakes her head, “I just think that I was better at hiding it.”
Maybe she has a point, I never thought of her as a person with doubts. Just a gentle soul who believed the best of everyone and had a gift and wanted to share it with the world.
I’m about to say something to her when Jean-Claude knocks on the door again. I know that it’s him because I was expecting him to come back at any moment.
“Viens ici!”
I sit back down and then Emily whispers, “Whenever you talk in French, it turns me on.”
Soon Jean-Claude and the other waiter leave the room. Not only did they bring the wine, but our meal too. I know the other waiter wants to stay to serve us. But I can do that myself and besides that was the message I gave Jean-Claude when I was ordering earlier. That they should bring both courses on a tray and we’ll help ourselves when we’re ready. He was hesitant at my request but when I explained that I wanted privacy, he didn’t hesitate in complying with it.
“They’ve brought all the courses, apart from one thing.”
“Water?”
Emily asks as she looks at the tray. Trying to figure out what could be missing.
“No.”
“Okay Marvin, I give up. What did they forget?”
“Desert. I want to eat your pussy for desert.”
“Oh, what happened to us having a meal out.”
I laugh, “We’re doing that. But I want you so fucking badly that if I don’t leave this room without you screaming out with an orgasm, it’ll drive me insane.”
Emily blushes, but she smiles at me and starts to move closer to me.
“It tastes so much better than anything they could have served me on a plate.”
She holds her hand to her chest. “You say the sweetest things, Marvin.”
I stand up and start to get to work. We need to eat, I don’t want us to eat in a hurry, but knowing that after we’ve finished the courses, she’s next on the table. Gets me to work, as I say, “Madam, I will be your waiter for the evening. I’ll serve you and after it’s all done, I’ll please you. Better than any man you’ve ever known.”
I spin around and give her the first dish, and her eyes widen as she doesn’t look at the plate, but only me.
She whispers, “You’ve done that already.”
Her comment takes me aback, but I have a mission on my mind, and I could take her now, but I want us to enjoy tonight and then afterward I’ll be enjoying her sweet pussy.
I've been looking forward to this. I lean over her to kiss above her breast, but that isn’t where my focus is tonight. My hands slide under the slit of her dress and I push it up around her waist. She raises her hips as I tug at her panties, and pull them off her legs, tossing them aside. I spread her thighs with my hands holding them out.
The table is just the right height that I can go down on my knees and press my mouth against her pussy, pressing my tongue inside before running it all over her sex with enthusiasm. The taste of her is strange after the wine, but so much better; so much more desirable.
Emily cries out when I first press my mouth against her, and I take her clit in my mouth and suck, scraping over it with my teeth. She rises on her elbows to look down at me, and I meet her eyes, pulling back and wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Lay back, princess and relax. It’s just you and me,” I murmur, my voice husky. She just stares at m
e, her jaw dropped. When she doesn't say anything, I dive back in. She moans, murmurs something that sounds suspiciously like taking the lord's name in vain, then her hands are in my hair, encouraging me. I smile against her sex, getting down to work.
Chapter Thirteen
Emily
It's almost hard to believe— almost hard to accept—that after the perfect last night together, it's all over.
I wake up in bed alone, but the space beside me is ruffled and a little warm, so I’m at least confident that Marvin slept in this bed with me. I start to blush as I remember all the other things we did on this bed. And other places in the hotel suite.
It’s Tuesday morning already, and in a few hours, I will be going home.
We haven't talked about what happens after our time together, and I debate whether to look for him so I can ask him. It’s the end of the weekend, I've upheld my end of our deal. My business is on the verge of closing, but now, after spending the weekend with Marvin things are going to turn around.
That's another thing. Now that my weekend with Marvin is over, I have to start thinking about my business. But my mind can't focus on it as it keeps wandering towards Marvin.
I sigh to myself and get out of bed before freezing. My body is sore all over, especially between my thighs. I frown at myself. I’m starting to get greedy now, also ridiculous with how reluctant I was before accepting this deal at all. The fun is over, and we both have lives to get back to, and there’s no need to delay the inevitable.
But… does Marvin want our time together to be over? Because suddenly I think that I wouldn’t mind if we see more of each other.
What does Marvin even see in me?
I make my way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Afterwards, I stand in front of the sink, checking out my body in the mirror above the counter. My face warms in a blush, my mouth parting in awe because I can see some of where the ache is coming from. I have a bite mark on my left hip, and when I look down at the inside of my right thigh where I felt another deeper ache, there's another bite mark.
