“Hell yeah!” Both practically pounce on me at the same time.
I lean in a little closer. “Well, Marco’s just moved into this condo on the waterfront. He’s got the whole top floor. Friday night he made me undress in the elevator on the way up and he tied me to the bed when we got to his place. It was unfuckingbelievable!”
“Holy shit! Why can’t I find a man that’s kinky like that?” Elsie sits back in her chair and pouts. Her pretty little cupid lips are all puckered up.
“When are you going to tie him up, is what I want to know.” Janie says with a sly grin spreading across her face. She’s always been a control freak.
“Probably a lot sooner than he thinks,” I answer wickedly.
They look at me with shocked expressions. We bust out laughing all at the same time.
Chapter Nine
Elizabeth
Tuesday morning, I decide the presentation for Marco is perfect and today I’ll bring it to him. All of the information he needs was ready last week but I wanted a couple of days to review it just in case anything else pertinent came up that would be beneficial to his company and to his prospective buyers.
Mr. Kastanopoulis do you have any free time today? I’d like to come by your office.
For you, Ms. DiStefano, I am always available.
Why thank you, Sir, I’ll be by after lunch.
Come by at lunch time and I can have you for lunch, baby.
Why Sir, do you condone mixing business with pleasure?
Only with you, baby, makes the perfect work day.
Get back to work Mr. Kastanopoulis. I’ll see you around lunch time.
My mouth is already watering just thinking about you ;)
That man is incredibly, delightfully wicked.
Marco’s offices encompass an entire floor of the Union Station building in the newest, extremely polished section of the downtown business district. PPD, Pharmaceutical Product Development, and the posh brand new convention center are its neighbors. You could say it’s the Empire State Building of Wilmington. It really does have artistic details to its design. The whole corner, top to bottom, is curved glass windows, with the street level entrance as its focal point and silvery steel embellishments throughout the rest of its façade.
When I walk through the clear glass double doors of KMD Enterprises emblazoned with company logo, I don’t find anyone at the reception desk. The décor is modern design furniture of stainless steel, mahogany and glass against white walls and gray carpeting. It is serenely chic. I hesitate for a moment wondering if I should wait for someone to announce me to Marco.
Maybe she’s out to lunch, I think to myself so I continue down the hallway. The walls are lined with portraits of different buildings and communities. I stop to read a couple of the notes below the photos. They are names and dates, obviously of previous projects of Marco’s company. Some are magnificently simple while others are quite evidently multi-million-dollar spectacular designs.
I hear Marco’s voice coming from down the hall. It’s followed by a woman’s voice. When I come up to the partially open door I almost stumble. Who the fuck is that?
Marco is sitting back in his chair with his elbows resting on the arm rests and those fingers of his steepled in front of his face. I am so glad I wore my black form fitting pencil skirt with the slit in the back rising up to the bottom of my cheeks, and a body-hugging cashmere sweater. The outfit is completed by my black “fuck me” Jimmy Choos.
The woman looks utterly ravishing from what I see. She’s in red from the top of her long shiny coppery red hair to her immaculate dress, leaning with her perfect ass and back to me against the back of Marco’s desk, standing directly in front of him. Her hands are holding the edge of the desk in a very familiar stance. I know instantly he’s fucked her.
“Mr. Kastanopoulis…” I purr from the doorway.
His head moves quickly to face me. Does he have a guilty look on his face? I can’t tell.
“Hi, baby.” You’re damn right, hi, baby.
I take a couple of steps into the office as the mystery woman slowly turns her head to face me. Isn’t this just great? She’s even more beautiful from the front with her pale cream flawless skin, red pouty lips, deep green eyes and a yeah, he’s fucked me smirk on her face. It has not escaped me that she hasn’t budged at all. Okay, bitch, it’s on. I know my movements have instinctively taken on their most sensuous moves, this is a cat fight in its own right.
Marco is standing in front of me now, with his hands on my hips and mine flat on his chest. The contours through his expensive dress shirt feel so good under my palms, my hands reflexively grasp his muscles wanting to feel them. Marco wears his sexuality like his custom-made suits, perfect, precise and completely seductive. He smirks wickedly and lowers his mouth to mine kissing me gently.
I notice the she-devil still hasn’t moved. She finally speaks. “You must be Elizabeth.”
“I am.”
Do I sound triumphant? Maybe a little.
“Elizabeth, this is Liana. She’s in charge of marketing and public relations.”
I bet she’s quite good at relations.
“Pleasure to meet you,” I say in my sexiest fuck you purr. Looking back at Marco I continue as if dismissing her. “You wanted me for lunch, Marco?”
His hands are still holding me by my hips, one of his eyebrow rises at my comment and the corner of his mouth quirks up with an interesting choice of words look on his perfect face. Fortunately, She-devil, the name suits her much better than Liana, doesn’t see it.
“Always, baby.”
My eyes turn to Liana obviously saying, What are you waiting for? Leave.
She slowly pushes herself away from the desk and walks toward the door past us. She looks like Jessica Rabbit in the voluptuous flesh. Stopping in the doorway and turning her face back to Marco and me, she says to him with a slight smile, “I’ll be here when you finish with her, Marco,” and walks out.
Oh no, she didn’t!
He walks to the door and closes it and I stand there a little dumbfounded. He turns to look at me.
“Bend over the desk, baby.”
My emotions are all over the place after meeting She-devil. I want to ask Marco when the last time was he fucked her. My blood is boiling. Instead of walking to the desk I close the space between us, grab him with both hands by his shirt and pull his mouth to mine.
You are mine, I tell him with my kiss.
I am instantly on fire, my sex is pulsing, my breasts feel heavy and I just want to devour every inch of him and mark him as mine. All the anger, frustration and jealousy I am feeling is turning into intense arousal pouring from my mouth in to his. Holding on to his shirt, my mouth still claiming his, I push him toward the desk. A growl comes from deep in my chest.
When his ass hits the desk I come up for air.
“I want you to fuck me hard and fast right now, Marco.” My voice is deep and raspy as I begin to unbutton his shirt. I want to dig my nails deep into his flesh and leave my mark on him.
“I had every intention of it, love. After watching another man have his hands on you last night then you just left me to go be with your friends, I thought I was going to lose my mind. I was going to wait for you at your place but I didn’t want you to think I didn’t trust you.”
“Why, Mr. Kastanopoulis, are you jealous?”
“No, Elizabeth, I’m possessive. You’re mine. And right now I’m going to show you.”
Before I can blink, he’s got me bent over the desk with his hands gliding up between my legs coming to brush over my labia. The touch sends jolts through my body. He slides one finger under my panties and through my quickly moistening folds as I hear the zipper of his trousers come down. My hips move with that finger, pushing against it hard, searching for relief. I’m flat on my stomach on the desktop opening up more to receive him. He roughly shoves my skirt up and yanks my panties off, ripping them from me with one pull. Grabbing my hips roughly, he pulls
my ass back to meet him and he’s filling me, the head of his cock slamming my cervix making me moan in sweet discomfort. I’m pounding back against him like a bucking bronco, my hunger so fierce. I want him everywhere, in every part of me. Nothing is enough.
“Please, Marco, more, please…” I beg him.
“I know, baby,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
The slapping of him against my ass becomes fiercer and more demanding as I feel his hands dig harder into me, sending my passion skyrocketing. I feel like I’m an animal going wild with need.
He pushes into me hard holding me against the desk, buried to his balls inside me. I love having him still inside me like this, my walls clamping down on him, sucking him, pulling on him and oh, it feels so good. One of his hands slides through my juices then comes to rest on my ass. His thumb pushes into my other hole and the stars begin to explode behind my eyelids. I moan deep and low in satisfaction.
He begins to thrust again, slow, long, deep with his thumb holding me still.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
My hand comes around and moves slowly between my legs, my movements reflecting the delicious languor I’m feeling, totally intoxicated by the sensations of him filling me completely. It’s so wonderful.
I feel him twitch inside me, and it starts to push me over the edge. My fingers scissor and wrap around his cock sliding in and out of me. I wish I could see it, the thought of that is so beautiful.
“Aahh, Elizabeth, that feels so good.”
My sex responds to his reaction. My palm rubs my clit as my fingers rub his cock sliding in and out of me. I shatter, my orgasm slow and intense like the movements of his hips moving against me, into me, carrying me higher.
“Oh God yes, Marco…”
He pulls me against him as he stiffens, buried deep inside me. And I feel him spasming as his hot cum pours into me.
“Grrrrrrr. You. Are. Mine.” he says, thrusting with each word. He growls, his hands gripping me so tightly I know I’ll have bruises. And the thought makes me smile.
He pulls out and bends, placing a fast kiss on each ass cheek before he slaps them.
“I should spank you because of your behavior. But she deserved it. She’s a bitch but she’s good at what she does.”
Do I say what I want to say, ask him what I want to ask him?
“And what exactly, or should I say who, does she do, Marco?” There, it’s out, my jealousy, ugly as it is, put right there on the table. I don’t care. He needs to know I know he’s had a relationship with her and I have to know if he’s still fucking her. No person, man or woman, has such intimate body movements or places themselves in such familiar proximity if there hasn’t been intimacy.
“She just works for the company, Elizabeth. That’s all, baby.”
He is dismissing, albeit it gently, but he won’t admit it, at least not yet. I’ll let it go for now but this discussion hasn’t even begun yet. But I wonder, do we have to formalize that our relationship is exclusive? We’ve said words in heated moments of passion, like he said just now, “you are mine,” but are they sincere? Initially he picked me up in a bar, well on the street really, and it continued and evolved, but to what? Maybe it’s time to make the parameters clear.
“Okay, Marco, we’ll discuss it some other time.” I look into his eyes and he knows I’m not stupid. But more importantly, I won’t be made a fool of.
“Now, Mr. Kastanopoulis, would you like to have lunch first or would you like to see what else I’ve brought you?” I regain my composure and put on my best professional voice after smoothing down my skirt.
“Let’s see what else you’ve brought me first, baby. Can I taste it?” This man is completely incorrigible. I think he could fuck constantly if it were possible.
“Only if you want to lick my computer screen.” I turn my head searching the room, looking for a door to a bathroom because I’m starting to feel oozing seeping from me. “Where is your bathroom? Your cum is going to start running down my legs and I don’t have panties, thanks to you.” My hands are on my hips and I’m trying to have a stern expression on my face but I can’t help laugh at his expression. It’s too priceless.
“Really, can I see, baby?” He looks like a nine-year-old boy asking his best friend to see his cool new bike, and it’s adorable.
“No, you can’t see it. Where’s the bathroom? It’s coming out!”
He walks over to me and grabs my hand leading me toward a door in his office.
“This way, but I’m coming in with you.”
“No you’re not, Marco, and you’re taking me to get some panties before we go to lunch!” As sexy as that sounds, I am going to try to push all of this out of me alone because I know we’ll be in that bathroom for an hour if he comes in with me.
“Come on, baby!”
“No,” I chuckle and slam the door on his pathetically handsome pleading face and turn to check out the bathroom. I am impressed. This is really nice. It’s spacious for an office bathroom and he’s had it decorated quite handsomely. It matches the theme throughout the rest of the offices.
I come out of the bathroom when I think there’s nothing left inside me after I’ve cleaned myself as much as I could. He’s on the phone with a very serious expression on his face that stops me in my tracks, waiting until he’s done.
“Vinny, I’m not sure what the situation is at the moment. But I do know what it’s not, which helps a great deal.” His tone is authoritative but calm.
“I have an idea of what is being attempted and I’ve got some people checking to eliminate any other possibilities. And to see if anything surfaces.” He listens to whomever he’s speaking with.
“I’ll look forward to hearing from you, and I’ll let you know immediately as well when I find anything out.”
“Okay sounds good.” He listens for a moment and smiles genuinely. Apparently whoever he’s talking to is a good friend. I can tell by his expression.
He looks at me and his smile widens. “I can’t say that I miss Florida. I really like it here. Sorry, Vin.” He laughs at whatever Vinny said to him.
“All right, it was good talking to you, talk soon. Bye.” He hangs up and sits back in his chair a little more relaxed, looking at me.
I walk over and sit in the chair across from his big mahogany desk.
“Mr. Kastanopoulis, are you ready for me?” I tease him, taking out my computer to show him what I’ve put together for him according to his prospectus and requirements.
“Yes, please, Ms. DiStefano, I’m all yours.” I can’t help but wonder if that is true and to what extent.
I pull up the presentation and show Marco what he’ll need according to his timeline, the expenditures, any additional recommendations and what we can do in terms of marketing to his prospective buyers and what advantages there will be having us partner with KMD Enterprises during the buying/selling process.
And all of a sudden it hits me like a blow to the head. She-devil is in charge of marketing. I’ve presented marketing strategies. Holy fuck! I would have to work with that bitch!
I try to keep my countenance in check with this new realization. I think to myself, I’m a professional. I can keep things separate. Then my inner bitch kicks in. As long as that slut stays the fuck away from Marco and behaves herself, I can. This has just turned into a very shitty situation.
“This is amazing, Elizabeth. You’ve presented aspects we hadn’t considered in this particular project. And the long-range prospective buyer targeting will definitely be advantageous with marketing. I love it. Although,” he says and looks at me with a disgusted look on his face, “we might need to change the timelines.” That’s all he says, no reasons, no maybe nots, nothing.
“Oh?” I ask him hoping he’ll expand on his statement.
“Yes.” What a stubborn man. Just the like the first time we met, he answered a question the exact same way and I reacted exactly the same, frustrated and dying for more.
I’
m not going to push him for an explanation right now. I’ll let him relax and maybe approach the topic in a more comfortable environment where he might not feel the stress of the situation so much.
“Let’s go to lunch, baby. Any suggestions?” He brightens up a little bit but I think it’s more of a mask. This is the second time I’ve heard him mention a difficult situation and it sounds very serious. What is bothering Marco is serious enough that he appears very concerned, I think mostly because he is uncertain of so many things about it.
“Why don’t we go to that little place Fork & Cork? They’re supposed to be all about local and organic products.” I have decided to do my little part in taking his mind off the situation. “And, Mr. Bond.” I come over to his side of the desk and sit on his lap, which is one thing I have not done to a man in a very long time. “Maybe I can drop my car off at my place first, drive with you over to the restaurant then you can drop me off at my apartment so I can pick up a pair of panties before I go back to work.” I snake my arms around his neck and lean into him.
“I think that is a great idea, Miss DiStefano. You are perfectly dressed to dine with me.”
He does not miss my intentions at all and by the look on his face he likes them…a lot.
When we leave the office the receptionist is at her desk but She-devil is nowhere to be seen.
“Christine, this is my girlfriend, Elizabeth DiStefano. Elizabeth this is Christine, she puts up with my bullshit and helps keep me together.”
“Don’t worry, Christine, his bite is not bad. He’s really a big softy.” I laugh, looking up at Marco.”
“Shush, Elizabeth, then everyone will think I’m a push over.” He laughs with a playful sparkle in his beautiful dark eyes. God, this man should be illegal. His natural charm is so alluring and disarming, it’s like the poppy fields in The Wizard of Oz. There is no way anyone is immune to it.
“Nice to meet you, Elizabeth. Enjoy your lunch, you two.” She smiles and I instantly know she’s a really nice person and that she doesn’t take shit. Perfect for Mr. Tough Guy Marco. And the She-devil.
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