After a few moments, he asked me to pull up the company directory on the website and pointed to a name and photo that matched up with the one we had on video. It was Damien Andrews, the son of one of the partners. I stared in awe at the photo. The man came close to passing as Marcus’s twin, only his beard was thicker and his eyes were icy gray instead of warm brown. He seemed familiar—and not just because he looked similar to Marcus—but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Okay, some of the questions I initially had when we were chasing money trails started to make sense, especially why Damien’s father, Dominic, had pushed to up the trial date, and we’d traced large sums of money leaving his account. But why did Damien and his father want Marcus out of the way? I looked over at Marcus and mouthed, “Why?”
To my surprise, he just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t have a fucking clue, love. I never worked for his father or with him on anything. Most of my work was primarily with Cassia’s dad, Bryce Hamilton. His focus was on building retirement portfolios and growing them into something more substantial for his clients, given some time. The Andrews team works mainly with high-risk investments offering quick yields. I know he’s moved his son up the ranks rather quickly, similar to what Mr. Hamilton has done for me.”
Marcus leaned back in his chair, running a hand down his face and shaking his head. “Do you think I was set up to take the fall for someone else? Is that why Mr. Hamilton promoted me so quickly, even over his own daughter?”
I didn’t have any words of wisdom. “I don’t know. But I aim to find out.”
I soon realized I’d have to break back into the financial group’s server, but this time I needed access to HR files. A theory was forming. However, I didn’t want to give Marcus false hope or let anyone who might be listening in know what we’d been up to.
Marcus continued to watch as my fingers flew over the keys of the computer. He repeatedly rubbed his hands across my shoulders and thighs and brushed up against my breasts. The need for us to be joined together was overwhelming to the point of madness. “Stop that,” I whispered as I tried to shoo his hands away.
He refrained for maybe a couple of minutes, before his hands found their way back onto my body, and his lips touched every inch of my neck. “I can’t think straight with you sitting so close to me, love. I’ve been trying to think of sports statistics, my father yelling at me . . . anything to help quell the desire to plunge myself between your legs and ride out years of frustration.”
My panties instantly became wet, and the ability to sit still, focus, and work flew right out the window. The air around us had become palpable. You could feel the surge of desire existing between us. All we needed was one touch, one spark to create an explosion. I knew I couldn’t wait any longer, and, based on the size of the heat-seeking missile in his pants, neither could he.
I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Can you be quiet?” I licked across his neck, tasting the salty, musky flavor of his skin, and grew hungrier by the moment for the feel of his body against mine.
He nodded, but his voice was strained like he was holding back. “Yes.”
I stood up and pulled the computer over to the corner of the desk, knowing we would have privacy and enough time to react should someone try to enter the condo. I continued to work standing up, typing in a few things and pulling up a few screens, all while I slowly undid my jeans and lowered them, along with my thong, down to my ankles.
Marcus’s tongue came out and licked his lips as his eyes darkened with sensual need. I could already tell he was craving the taste of my essence. Reaching out my hand toward him, I asked, “Can you come over here and take a look at this and see what your thoughts are?”
He gulped hard as I shook my naked backside at him. It took him maybe a second to whip out his cock. His manhood was swollen and angry, already leaking pre-cum. I couldn’t complain though, given how I could feel the moisture running down my legs. We still hadn’t quenched our need to reconnect with one another.
Marcus leaned over the back of me and rested his head on my shoulder as he rubbed his cock against my folds. I wanted to moan, but said nothing. “You’re trying to top me from the bottom, Makenna. I’d normally spank you for this, but the need to be inside your sweet, hot center is too great, so I’m willing to overlook it this time.” His words were barely audible, but they worked their magic to make my body relax, becoming putty to his desires.
“Do you recognize this person on the screen?” My voice was a bit shaky, but I tried to make it as normal as possible.
Marcus moved to the side and looked at me with confusion. So I lifted my eyebrows, nodded my head toward the computer, and asked again. “Well, do you recognize the person or not?”
I knew he saw only a blank screen, so I typed in:
Just play along if you want to do this.
The whiskers from his beard brushed against the side of my neck as his teeth nipped the sensitive skin below my ear. “Okay.” His cock rubbed against my ass. “I need you so bad, I literally hurt.” I knew the feeling all too well.
He took the hint and spoke at a regular tone. “Is it possible for you to enlarge that photo a bit?”
“Sure.”
Marcus reached for the desk drawer and pulled out a velvet bag and a small tube of lube. His smile was devious. The man knew we couldn’t be loud, and he was determined to torture me sexually.
I didn’t know what the bag held, but knew I’d welcome whatever he had in mind. When the hell did he have time to bring something down to the desk? You looked through the drawers yesterday for a pen, and nothing like that was present. My mind had so many questions, but I dared not speak them aloud, at least not until we were safely ensconced back in the bedroom for the night.
I tried to look back over my shoulder to see what Marcus was doing, when he pinched my ass and mouthed the words, “Eyes forward.” I diverted my attention to the computer screen again as I entered the financial group’s server and copied the files of Cassia Hamilton and Damien Andrews into a separate file.
Sophia had already done a thorough background check on Cassia and didn’t come up with much except for some questionable activity with some funds in her trust fund. I knew that Ethan, as time permitted, was still trying to follow the money trail. I just wished I had more knowledge in that arena to help speed up the search.
Marcus spouted out questions like, “Do you happen to have the client file on Mr. Lazlo?” and “What about the time I was at the farmer’s market buying lunch? Did you find a video feed showing me there?”
I just finished typing in a request for Sophia to do a thorough background on Damien and Dominic Andrews, wondering what mysteries their lives held, when I felt something cold, metallic, and wet press up against my puckered backside.
I wanted to tense and draw away from whatever Marcus was doing, but then realized why the feeling was so unfamiliar. It had been a long time since we’d dared to play with anal. I’d been curious what it would feel like to be, as Marcus put it, “stuffed in both holes,” so we’d dabbled a bit to find out. He’d almost had a coronary, thinking I wanted to bring someone else to our bed, but I had reassured him that I’d only had eyes for him and him alone. No one else would ever touch my body, and no one ever had.
My mind drifted off for a minute as I felt him try to breach the tight ring of muscles, with what I assumed was a butt plug, while his fingers moved in and out of my pussy. “Well, do you have an answer, Makenna?”
Marcus’s words brought my focus back. “Yes. I was just looking things up. I’ll send a copy of the file to your e-mail, and I’m looking through the video feeds near the Farmer’s Market for the date in question.”
It was hard as hell to keep up with the banter while we fooled around. At this point, he had my upper torso flush with the desk, while I somehow kept my head upright and continued to type on the keyboard, putting out random gibberish so anyone listening in would think we were busy working.
My mind tried to f
ocus on keeping my breathing steady, so as not to give away how much he was lighting me up inside. I almost whimpered when the plug he’d been working with slid into place, filling my rear and already ramping up my need to come. I was about to open my mouth, when one of Marcus’s hands slid over mine while the other was used to line his cock up to my entry. I almost screamed with pleasure as he plunged deep inside my center in one thrust. My body felt so full and on edge that I began to shake with the release I so desperately sought.
“I see the file in my inbox. I’ll take a look at it now. Let me know when you find the video I’m looking for.” His words were barely restrained. To anyone else they would sound like he was frustrated, but to me, he was on the edge of the greatest orgasm ever, just like myself.
I rocked back into him, trying to state without words my longing for him to move. At this point, I felt an electrical current course through my system, needing to find an avenue in which it could be set free to explode.
Marcus pulled his dick out to the very tip and drove it back into me—hard—as he kept his hand over my mouth, which was a good thing. I lost all ability to think and had both hands clamped onto the edges of the desk so I’d have something, anything, to hold on to. This was definitely not going to be slow and easy. He started to increase his rhythm, taking me harder than he took me last night, and I wanted it, no, demanded it. This was who we were in the past and what we had the potential to be again.
I nipped at his fingers, so he removed the hand from my mouth, allowing me to speak. “What was the time frame you were at the market? And where were you located inside the facility? Any specific booths?”
His hand came back over my mouth after I managed to turn my head back and utter through broken breaths. “Harder. Faster.”
His pace amplified, but he stopped short of his balls slapping up against my backside. We were playing with fire, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to incinerate me and leave nothing behind.
Marcus moved his other hand down to the space in front of the desk, where he found my clit and began rubbing it hard and fast before he pinched it. The action caused me to shoot off like a firecracker barreling toward the heavens and bursting into a fireball. The current I ’d felt moving across my skin eased, and my body convulsed over and over again as my vision darkened.
He pumped into me twice more, before stilling himself. I could feel his orgasm as it sprayed the inside of me. How nice it would be if I were able to carry his child, providing him one of the things we’d both looked forward to sharing in life. He told you it didn’t matter whether it was his child or one you both adopted, so stop focusing on the negative.
“There. Pause the screen. That’s me,” he proclaimed as his hands squeezed tightly around my waist, holding me in place as he continued to pour himself into me. The way Marcus’s body had moved with mine . . . I couldn’t tell where one of us ended and the other began. We’d truly fused together as one. The emotion was more passionate than it had been years earlier, making me wonder if he was as affected as me or if I read too much into things.
I groaned the loss of his manhood as he pulled out, but smiled when he didn’t wipe his seed away from me. He, instead, tried to scoop it back inside me, and then pulled up my thong to try and hold it in place, which didn’t happen. I wanted to argue, to demand a napkin or tissue, but he just growled like a beast, pulled my jeans into place, and smacked me lightly on the backside, causing me to remember a bit too late the butt plug was still in place.
Marcus righted his clothes before closing in on my side, kissing my temple. “I don’t know how long I’ll have with you.” His concern played between the lines of what was spoken. “But I want you smelling like me so everyone will know I’ve reclaimed you.”
His hand grabbed my ass. “I want that plug to remain in place for the next few hours. No taking it out unless I remove it.” His teeth nipped at the lobe of my ear. “I’ve reawakened your pussy, love. Now I intend to take you in every hole and remind you how your body responds to me and me alone. Be prepared to play tonight, because the kid gloves are off, and my need to dominate you is firmly in place.”
My breath caught and he leaned back, taking in my facial expression. I didn’t hide the fact I was turned on like crazy. Anyone who looked at my skin would be able to tell I was flushed, and I definitely felt it. Plus, there was no hiding how hard my nipples were, as they poked through my lace bra and through my T-shirt. I couldn’t even contain the smile that slowly peaked through my tough exterior.
We jumped when we heard a soft knock on the front door right before it opened. Kyle’s voice came across. “Everyone okay in here? We got reports that everything was okay, but now things are too quiet again. I’ve been instructed to ensure the bugs still work and are picking up audio feed.”
Marcus walked to the office door with the tray of dirty dishes in his hands. My scent was all over him, but I knew he didn’t give a damn. “Hey, Kyle. Come on in. We were just eating and running through some video feed on the computer. I guess there’s not much to discuss when we’re looking at video. If you’d like, we can throw out a couple words here and there just to keep the guys listening in appeased.”
Marcus had already taken great care to put me back to rights with the clothing. There wasn’t anything I could do about his smell on me, and I actually liked him marking me with his cum. I knew some women would be offended by it, but everybody has their own level of kink, and this was part of who we are.
I took Marcus’s seat behind the desk and quickly pulled up the video we’d been talking about on file. I’d already paused it and zoomed into the location where you could clearly see Marcus at the farmer’s market at the date and time in question. It was no surprise when Kyle came through the doorway to check.
He paused as soon as he stepped one foot into the room and sniffed the air. I was afraid he’d picked up on the scent of sex hanging heavy in the space, but he must be hungry, because his stomach growled as he questioned, “Damn those pancakes smell good. Do I detect a bit of maple syrup, bacon, and some kind of fruit in the air?”
Of course the man would pick up on the scent of food over sex. Really? I watched as Kyle came on around and looked over my shoulder at the laptop’s screen. “I guess there’s a lot you have to go through?”
I nodded at his question but said nothing. Kyle leaned down, a little too close for my comfort, and placed his hand on one of my shoulders, causing Luke to emit a low growl. Luke didn’t like anyone but Marcus touching his mistress. I guess Marcus slipping him a few treats while cooking had created a bond between them.
My body tensed at Kyle’s touch, and I tried moving to break his hold, but it didn’t seem to deter him. Turning my head toward him, I furrowed by brows. “You might want to remove your hand, dude. The last guy that came up and grabbed my shoulder ended up ten feet away, flat on his ass.”
He swallowed hard and released me, holding his hands up in the process. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you were so touchy.”
I just shook my head. “It doesn’t pay to try and sneak up on a sniper or a bodyguard. We tend to react first, ask questions later.”
He nodded in agreement but proceeded to whisper, “I heard from a little birdie there’s an interesting video file on Dominic Andrews’s personal computer, along with some sensitive information that doesn’t need to fall into the wrong hands, if you catch what I’m saying. Our guys tried to obtain it and failed to get approval for search warrants, but if you get to it first . . .” He let the words linger, letting me decide how I wanted to interpret them. He knew that while the FBI had to follow the letter of the law, the crew at Titan could get into those gray areas, as long as we weren’t caught.
“Okay?” Was the only word I was capable of speaking. Had Kyle just thrown me a bone that I needed, or was I headed into a trap? I wasn’t quite sure; however, I’d proceed with great caution.
Kyle stepped back when he noticed Marcus had returned to the room. “You have any more of those pan
cakes? Spencer and I were supposed to get some food delivered by now, but the delivery guy was in a fender bender and won’t be able to get here for a few hours, and we’re starving.” I guess his system needed to drive the point home, because his stomach began to growl, causing all three of us to laugh. He patted it and claimed it had a mind of its own.
Marcus just shook his head. “Come with me Kyle, and I’ll whip up something for you and Spencer to eat. You’re lucky I happen to have some extra pancake batter and bacon left over.”
I heard Marcus and Kyle making small talk in the kitchen. Kyle asked him about cooking and his family. Marcus’s questions were more about the weather, if the seasons were changing.
He’d always loved to drive up into some of the states that showcased examples of fall and winter. We’d had several small vacations while in college just to get away and experience life outside of Florida. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my home state, but I’d never truly experienced the seasons changing until I’d gone a couple of states north of the border.
Being cooped up inside the penthouse was getting to him too. I could hear it in the longing of his voice. “What I wouldn’t give to be outside, walking through Central Park, feeling the nip in the air, and watching the leaves change.” His words echoed in from the kitchen, reminding me how much I loved the season as well. It made me long for the comfort of big cozy sweaters, fresh apple cider, and the smell of homemade apple cobbler or pie. It didn’t matter which, as they both tasted so amazing.
I made a promise to myself. You’ll figure out the culprit behind all this and clear Marcus’s name. You’ll get him out of this place and take advantage of the second chance you’ve both been given. You know you still want him, and he still has a burning desire for you. So complete this mission and claim your man. There were times when I didn’t mind my subconscious, and today was one of them. I did want to see if we could pick up where we left off.
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