Brandy watched the other woman hurry to the back, and then turned to face Marco.
His eyes locked on her, his expression lacking the anger that had been there earlier. Instead there was something else, a flicker of heat that gave her hope.
Her pulse quickened and the tiredness disappeared, leaving only a buzz of anticipation. She licked her lips and lowered her feet back to the ground.
She waited for him to say something. Felt the heavy strain of the thick silence between them as the seconds ticked by. Say something to me. Say you’re sorry.
He was thinking. She could see he wanted to say something. He would open his mouth and then shut it again.
Finally he said, “I’m going to have you start working the day shift tomorrow. You’ll be working with me.”
And obviously he had no intention of apologizing tonight. She gritted her teeth so hard that she felt the promise of a tension headache come on. She looked at the clock.
“Okay…and what time does the day shift start?”
“Eleven.” His gaze moved over her, from head to toe. As if he wanted to touch her, but realized fighting was the safer route.
“Well then I’d better get some sleep.” She slid out of the booth and walked past him, unable to resist muttering, “Asshole.”
“What?”
She ignored him and pushed into the back of the bar. All the lights were off except the office.
The door swung open and banged against the wall.
“What did you just call me?”
“I didn’t call you anything,” she said, scooping up her bags and her purse. “My inner whore did.”
He knocked the bags and purse from her hand, and backed her up against the wall. His hands slammed on either side of her head and her pulse jumped. She dragged in a quick breath, inhaling his spicy scent.
His lips moved in to hover just above hers and her knees went weak.
“Well your inner whore is right.” He slid a hand down the wall until it connected with her hip, his fingers curled around her flesh possessively. “I am an asshole.”
“Yes.” In the moment of weakness, she couldn’t keep the hurt and vulnerability out of her voice. “You are, Marco.”
“I’m sorry.” Regret flashed in his eyes before his mouth slanted across hers. Shock and pleasure combined to send tingles of pleasure through her body.
She gasped and pulled away slightly. “What are you doing?”
“Stepping up to the plate.”
His mouth came down again, harder this time. His tongue slid deep to find hers. The tingles turned into waves of heat and desire.
His thumb swept under her tank top, stroking the bare skin above the waist of the skirt. Each stroke of his thumb sent arrows of heat between her legs.
Part of her wanted to shove him aside, not let him off the hook right away just as Val had suggested. But the other part, the turned-on side, was begging her to say to hell with it and go full throttle.
Screw it. The sexual side of her had been in lockdown mode for way too long.
She grabbed the front of his shirt as he curled both his hands around her hips, pressing his pelvis against her.
“Brandy, are you going to stay with me—oh shit.” Val’s laughter faded. “Guess that’s a no.” The door swung shut again.
Neither of them came up for air or bothered to acknowledge Val’s brief presence and disappearance.
Marco pulled her away from the door and they stumbled across the office, tripping over her bags before making finally it to his desk.
She heard the sound of papers and objects being brushed off, before he lifted her onto it.
“What did Sebastian whisper in your ear earlier?” He caught her earlobe between his teeth.
“Oh.” She gasped and squirmed against him. “J-just that you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off me tonight.”
“He was right.” He yanked her tank top over her head. “Damn. For a choir teacher you have some of the hottest underwear I’ve ever seen.”
“About that…oh God.” Her impulse to confide who she was died a quick death when his hands covered her breasts.
“Pink lace.” He shook his head, pinching her nipples through the bra. “And a white set yesterday.”
He stepped between her legs, spreading her thighs wider. Even through his jeans, she could feel the hard length of his erection pressing against her panties.
“If you don’t want this, tell me to stop,” he said as he unfastened the back clasp of her bra and tugged the lace from her breasts.
“Do I look that stupid to you?” she asked.
“No.” He traced the circles of her areolas with his fingers. “You look like a woman who’s about to have sex in the back office of a bar.”
“Promises, promises.” She gave a breathy laugh and arched into his touch. “I’m beginning to think you’re all talk.”
“I’ll show you all talk.” He growled and lowered his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.
Her teasing mood fled as his touch sent fire racing through her blood and an ache throbbing between her legs. It was all she could do not to grind back against him with utter abandon.
He switched his mouth to the other breast, licking the nipple while his hips pressed against her through the layers of clothes they both still had on.
Off. She wanted all the barriers gone. Blindly, she unsnapped the top button before reaching for the zipper on his jeans.
She had her hand inside his pants a second later, exploring and touching the impressive erection she found.
Marco pulled back with a groan, pushing his jeans and boxers down his body and all the way off. He tugged his shirt over his head and another hot ripple of desire shot through her.
His shoulders were broad and defined, his chest with beautifully defined pecs was sprinkled with dark hair.
“Come here,” she whispered, reaching for him.
He grinned and shook his head. “I showed you mine.”
She didn’t miss the reference to what she’d said to him the first day they’d met, she just was too turned on to dwell on it.
Sliding off the desk, she unzipped her skirt. Good lord that skirt was tight, how had she gotten into it in the first place? At last she wiggled out of it and the fishnet stockings letting them slide down to the floor.
“Wait.”
He grabbed her wrists to stop her before she could slide out of her panties too. She stood awkwardly in just the pink lacy thong.
“Let me just look at you like this for a second,” he said hoarsely. “Jesus, Brandy. You’re amazing.”
A blush heated her cheeks. “I’m not.”
Amazing? No the models for Sugar and Spice were amazing. She was just an average woman who could stand to lose ten pounds.
He shook his head. “You’re absolutely beautiful,” he reiterated and then went to his knees in front her.
His large hands wrapped around her thighs; his warm breath nuzzled her curls through her panties.
“Marco,” she gasped and gripped his shoulders.
He didn’t reply, instead traced his tongue over the swell of her sex. His fingers curled into the lace and he tugged it to the side.
The next instant his mouth was on her naked flesh and her knees buckled.
He backed her up to the desk again, taking a second to pull her panties free from her body and toss them aside. He eased her onto the edge and lowered his head back between her legs.
Each flick of his tongue against her brought the impending climax closer in from the horizon.
He slipped a finger inside her and then sucked her swollen bud into his mouth. As he brushed the sensitive spot inside her, she came with a ragged cry.
Waves of pleasure rocked her body, her hips pressed against his mouth as he continued to pleasure her.
When he stood she couldn’t have moved from the desk if she’d wanted to.
“One second, sweetheart.” He brushed a featherlight kiss over her lip
s before crossing to the other side of the desk and pulled out a condom.
Did he do this often? The question flitted through her mind, leaving a trace of unease, before he came back and parted her legs again.
The head of his erection settling against her opening wiped away all doubts she had that this might not be the best idea.
She sighed and pressed herself against him, until the tip of him slid just past the lips of her sex.
“Please, Marco,” she begged, gripping the edge of the desk.
His gaze, so hot and yet so controlled, met hers and then he thrust inside her to the hilt.
“Brandy.” He groaned, his eyes closed and he stayed buried inside her for a second.
She let her eyelids flutter shut as well. Each breath she took in just accentuated how wonderfully he filled her.
He tightened his hands around her thighs and began a slow rhythm. With each thrust the pace increased, and the deeper he moved inside her.
The blood roared through her veins, sweat gathered on her body. Her hips moved against him, greedily meeting each thrust.
He released one of her legs from his grasp to rub her sweet spot, and she fell apart again.
“Marco!” She cried out. Squeezing him as the waves of orgasm rolled over.
“Oh, God.” He thrust hard, his hips wedging her legs open even further as he came inside her.
His hands slid down to the desk and he supported his weight as he made shallow thrusts through his own climax.
Her pulse slowed a little and her vision became less hazy. She saw the pleasure and the naked emotion in his face.
Reaching up, she ran her hand down his cheek.
“You okay?”
“I don’t think I can walk.” He grunted and nuzzled her breast.
“Neither can I. And I only blame half of that on the heels.”
He laughed, the movement shaking her breast and causing her nipple to stand at attention again. His gave it a light flick with his tongue.
“Marco.” She groaned. “This is the first time I’ve ever had sex on a desk, and though it’s been fabulous, I can’t see it happening again right now.”
“No?” He lifted his head, a wicked grin on his face sent warmth through her. He was so damn sexy—lethally sexy.
“No.” Her own lips twitched and she gave him a light push. “I’m thinking pillows and a mattress next time.”
“You know what? I just happen to have some of those at my house.”
“Is that so? Does that mean…” She pulled his head down towards hers. “I don’t have to sleep in the ganja lounge tonight?”
“No, I think you’ve inhaled enough second hand smoke. Tonight you get to sleep in the Marco lounge.” He brushed his mouth across hers and then stood.
“I like the sound of that.” She took the hand that he offered her and climbed off the desk. “Now where the heck did you throw my clothes?”
Chapter Nine
How the hell that gothic-looking bitch had lost him on the road this afternoon was beyond his comprehension, but the fact that she had seriously pissed off Gordon.
Something had happened to Brandy. She’d changed. Though the fact that she’d run out on him at the altar had been a big clue on that in the first place.
At least the fact that she hadn’t left Vegas was a big relief. She had to be staying somewhere nearby. And who was the ballsy girl who’d been with her? Shit. He needed to get Brandy back. And fast.
Wandering around the drugstore, he grabbed a candy bar and tossed it into his basket. Then after a moment hesitation, added a second one. Almost out of the aisle, he grabbed some gummy candy that he’d always warned his patients would rip their fillings right out.
Damn. What was wrong with him? He hadn’t had a sugar binge like this since he’d been a kid.
But each day that went by where he didn’t get Brandy back, he seemed to sink further and further into a desperate funk. The usual stuff didn’t matter. Who cared whether his shirt had a designer label? Hell, who gave a shit if his hair was combed? He just wanted to eat. Eat and fuck. Damn it, he had one hell of a hard-on. He needed to get laid—something to take the edge off right now. Not that it would help much.
Standing in line at the checkout stand, of course he wound up behind a young red-haired twenty-something. Tiny shorts that barely covered her ass and a tank top that hugged her tits. And he had no trouble checking her out.
She looked over her shoulder, probably catching his blatant leer.
“I see you’ve got a sweet tooth,” she said, suddenly and then giggled. “My friend saw you earlier. She said you were famous. Are you?”
He stared at her small breasts and answered with a brief nod.
She placed a hand on her hip and adjusted her body so her chest stuck out further. “Nice…so what are you doing later?”
Watching you suck me off. He didn’t say the words aloud, but knew she wouldn’t have any doubts when she looked into his eyes.
He was all too familiar with the little fame whores. Women who’d sleep with anyone who might even be remotely famous. They got off on it. And he just got off. He had no problem taking what they were so willing to give. Especially since Brandy was about as fun to fuck as peeling potatoes.
“Wait for me out front,” he told her as she paid for her six-pack of beer.
Excitement flickered in her eyes and she nodded. “I’ll do that. Let me just bag out of my plans with my friends.”
After she’d disappeared out the door and his dick was pounding with the promise of sex, his phone began to ring.
Cold sweat beaded on his brow as he jerked his cell from his pants pocket to check the ID. Caller Unknown.
“Fuck.” A chill ran down his spine and he shoved the phone back in his pocket.
It had to be him. The bookie who’d been stalking him like he was a goddamn turkey on Thanksgiving.
He paid for his stuff and headed outside. Someone touched his shoulder and he spun around with a curse.
The girl from inside giggled and stepped back. “Oops, scared ya, did I?”
His teeth snapped together and he bit back a growl. God, she was annoying. But she was a woman who wanted to screw him, so he’d take it.
“My name’s Anna, by the way—”
“I don’t need to know your name.”
He watched her. Waiting to see if his cold bluntness would deter her, and doubting it would.
“Oh.” She gave a slow nod, understanding dawning in her eyes. “Okay. So where’s your car.”
Smothering a laugh, he didn’t answer and just turned to walk toward it. He knew she’d follow.
He’d have her suck him off in the car down some dark street, and then drop her back off at the drugstore. It wasn’t much, but at least she was free—unlike that whore he’d brought to the hotel after Brandy had ditched him. Stress made him horny though. It was a weakness he despised in himself.
There wasn’t time for a hotel. It was too risky with time running out. No, tonight he’d get his things and go back to his home. Not for long though, it wasn’t safe.
He should’ve never let the gothic bitch whisk Brandy away. One thing was certain–he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. In fact…maybe it was time to enlist outside help in locating her.
Waking up next to Brandy was an interesting experience. Marco braced himself up on one elbow and watched her as she slept.
She hogged the bed. She’d rolled to the very middle and had one arm thrown across his side of the bed. And she snored.
And yet she was the sexiest, most interesting woman he’d ever woken up next to.
He touched one of her curls, which, with the new haircut, wasn’t as wild as it had been the other morning.
She did look good with the makeover Val had done. But she’d looked good to him before, too.
“Why are you staring at me?” she muttered and buried her face into the pillow.
“Because you’re a woman in my bed.”
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��Hmm. You’re that easy?” She yawned and pulled the sheet up to her chin.
“So I’ve been told.” He grinned and reached out to tickle her side.
She gasped and rolled away. “No tickling!”
He followed her across the mattress, pinning her down with his own weight.
“Beg for mercy?” He moved his fingers to the sides of her rib cage.
“Mercy!” she squealed. “Please, I’m begging you. Mercy!”
“I like it when you beg.” He grinned and released her.
She climbed out of bed and stuck her tongue out. “We’ll see who’s begging later.”
He watched her walk naked across the room. The curves of her body jiggling in all the right spots. He felt himself getting hard again and bit back a groan.
Jesus. How many times could he fuck this woman silly before he got tired of her? They’d gone at it two more times after returning from the bar last night.
He cleared his throat. “How do you feel about grabbing espresso and something to eat?”
“Do we have time?” she called over her shoulder.
“It’s only eight-thirty, we don’t have to be in until eleven.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Great. I’m going to get on the computer for a second and then I’ll get ready.”
She gave a little wave of her hand and then disappeared into the hallway.
Marco leaned back against the pillow, biting back a sigh. He needed to get control of his hormones. She’d turned his brain to mush the past few days.
Going to bed with her had at least taken the edge off, given him a clearer head. Just barely. He climbed out of bed, thinking about the amount of emails he probably had in his in-box.
Brandy narrowed her eyes and stared at her naked body in the mirror. Full breasts with a couple of love marks that could be covered with a bra, the flare of her hips gave her a provocative all too feminine look.
Usually she looked at her body with something close to disappointment—even annoyance. But not today. She’d woken up this morning with an entirely different outlook.
Today only one word came to mind while staring at herself naked. Sensual.
She lowered her gaze to the mass of curls between her legs and new words popped into her head. Cavewoman. Yikes.
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