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by CC MacKenzie


  "You’re going to pay for your little mistake today, darlin’."

  Dear God.

  She was standing in front of him naked and he’d tied her wrists!

  The injury to her hand ached so badly it made her eyes sting.

  Anais struggled to free her hands, but she was bound tight.

  What was he going to do to her?

  Her body might hum with a dark heightened arousal, but her logical brain wasn’t so certain.

  "Marcus. Please," she begged for something, everything.

  Then she was no longer certain what she wanted as his fingers slid and snaked across her slick swollen flesh winding the inner tendons of her womanhood tighter as her body raced towards a relentless climax.

  When his lips crushed hers in a kiss that branded her as his, Anais moaned into his mouth. His tongue replicated the fast slide of his fingers that had her clench the muscles of her core and drench his hand.

  But then his mouth went on a hungry voyage of discovery down her throat to her breasts.

  And as he held her rigid body tight against his, he suckled so hard on a nipple she nearly collapsed before he licked it to gentle the ache.

  Chest heaving, Marcus released her so fast the room spun.

  He stepped back, stripped off his jeans and briefs while Anais simply stood and gaped at his naked body.

  She shuddered, shaking so hard she could hardly stand upright.

  He was a big man in every conceivable way.

  Broad shoulders, a wide smooth chest with muscles that trailed in a path of delight down to his defined six-pack along with a flat stomach and, she caught the deep moan in her throat, the thickest, hardest erection she’d ever seen.

  Her eyes flew to his. "It’s not too late to..."

  "Darlin’, it was too late for you six months ago when I first saw that beautiful face."

  It was?

  His smile reminded her forcibly of a starving wolf looking at a particularly tasty lamb.

  Anais found herself swept up in his arms as he strode through to the main bedroom with a vast four-poster bed and laid her gently on cool sheets of crisp cotton.

  He placed her tied hands above her head.

  She was so aroused, so utterly open and vulnerable to him.

  And yet no matter how hard she tried, Anais simply couldn’t tear her eyes from his.

  He lay on his side next to her as a heavy thigh pressed between her legs to open her wide.

  His fingers immediately slid inside her while his hungry mouth laid siege to her soft breasts and swollen nipples.

  His teeth nipped as his mouth sucked and his tongue licked and flicked at a tight nipple until she was so aroused her pelvis was rotating around his fingers.

  But then his thumb stroked in a fabulous rhythm around that screaming nub of nerve-ends in such a way it was driving her wild.

  Then his hot breath was at her ear.

  "I need to taste you, my darlin’. I’m going to lick you and make love to you with my tongue until you come so hard you’re going to scream my name."

  Oh yes, yes.

  He nibbled her earlobe, the frantic pulse at her neck, dragging his teeth down the flesh in a way that made her groan long and loud.

  "Please, Marcus," she moaned.

  Resistance, Anais was beginning to realise, was utterly futile because she wanted this man as she’d wanted no other. A small voice in the back of her mind told her she would live to regret what they were doing. That is was totally unprofessional and against every single thing she believed in but her back arched as his fingers slid relentlessly in and out, in and out, working her faster and she sobbed his name in her throat.

  Oh God, she wanted so badly to come.

  She wanted him buried deep inside her.

  Her hips rose as he tortured her. His expert fingers keeping her just on the edge.

  The endless sensation of her body being torn apart between pleasure and pain was driving her crazy.

  Then his voice was harsh with arousal in her ear,

  "I want you so bad, Anais. I want to taste you, to feel you come on my tongue, to hear you cry my name. But I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want this, darlin’."

  She tried to say yes, but her body was about to spontaneously combust.

  "Marcus!" she couldn’t help it, she screamed his name long and loud.

  And her body bowed, went tight with need and she could think of nothing but to have him suck and lick her.

  "Yes, please. I want you. I need you now!"

  Again his mouth, his teeth, were at her neck and she felt the shape of his smile on her throat as his fingers still worked her, keeping her teetering on another razor's edge as he burned a hot path of open mouthed kisses down her torso to that tender spot screaming with need between her thighs.

  Anais didn’t care now.

  "Hurry! Put your mouth on me. Hurry!"

  Any guilt or sense of humiliation had long gone to be replaced by pure need.

  And at last his mouth replaced his tortuous fingers and he spread her legs and the burning lips of her secret places wider as he extended the protective hood of the swollen girl boner and his teeth found the spot.

  Her body would have levitated off the bed if his strong shoulders weren't holding her pelvis firmly to the mattress.

  She’d never been so slick and aroused in her life.

  She could hear him, feel the flat of his tongue lapping, his mouth sucking at her arousal and the sensation almost stopped her heart.

  Then he groaned deep in his throat and the sound vibrated through her womb as her body wound her system even tighter.

  The tip of his tongue explored the swollen lips of her sex right down the tight line of her perineum and back to snake around her that tight and swollen little nub.

  By this time Anais was sobbing and tossing her head from side to side with need.

  Tears flooded into her hairline and the pillow.

  "Dear God, Marcus."

  She was shuddering and attempting to buck under his mouth.

  But he held her totally still as her body became so taut every muscle from her toes to the hair on her head threatened to snap.

  The first wave caught her breath and her scream pierced the air.

  But he didn’t stop as his fingers thrust slow and hard in a rhythm that kept the orgasm going as he drank the evidence of her release. And still the waves of the most amazing orgasm of her life tossed her up again and again.

  She was completely overwhelmed by how Marcus played her body and it sang for him in an endless chorus of euphoric satiation.

  At last Anais shuddered to a sweet, relaxed state and her limbs went boneless with completion.

  Marcus slid up her body and wiped his mouth on her flat belly before nuzzling her neck, rocking his rock hard length against her hip.

  Strong arms held her tight against him as his mouth fed hungrily on hers.

  She could taste herself on his tongue as it thrust in a duel with hers.

  She knew she should feel shame, but she loved it.

  They were both slick with healthy sweat and his hot breath panted in her ear.

  "I need to take you, hard, Anais. I need to bury myself in your hot, wet heat. Tell me you want me," he commanded, his voice hoarse from trying to maintain control and he shuddered against her.

  Anais went utterly still.

  He gripped his erection and rubbed the thick tip over her too sensitive centre and she shivered in reaction.

  His hot mouth plundered her over sensitive nipple and her cry was almost a keening sound.

  "Beg for me," he demanded.

  And the head of his shaft stroked her fast, winding her body up again as his mouth drew in her nipple deep against the roof of his mouth and suckled hard.

  "Marcus," she gasped and knew she needed him deep inside her like she’d never needed anything before.

  He rubbed himself over her burning centre and down over her slick channel until she couldn’t take i
t any longer.

  "I need to hear it." He sounded like a man on the edge and the desperation in his voice nearly tipped her into another orgasm.

  "Take me!"

  With a growl that rumbled deep in his throat, Marcus spread her legs wider as he settled his big body into the welcoming cradle of her hips.

  A single thrust and he filled her to the hilt and simply shuddered as he kept perfectly still in utter bliss.

  Any fear was swept away as Anais realised he was taking care, waiting for her, while she got used to the fabulous sensation of a big man over-stretching her, the pressure filling her in a way that felt so right.

  How could she have known it would feel like this?

  Could be like this?

  She was desperate to touch him, but her hands were still tied, held above her head as his tight buttocks clenched and released, clenched and released as he took her, made her his.

  It was all there, the power, the strength and, God help her, the glory.

  A stunning wave of pleasure again swept up from her toes to her scalp.

  Then he rotated his hips and made her catch her breath as her legs lifted to wind tight around his waist and her pelvis tilted to take him deeper.

  He went slow and easy, building both of them into liquid flame as her body clenched around his.

  Sliding his big hands under her hips he lifted her, slid out and slammed back so hard his heavy testicles smacked her bare bottom and she met him thrust for thrust dimly aware that their breathing and frantic heartbeats had synchronised.

  The slap of damp flesh against damp flesh, the groans of their passion along with the thunder of her heart was all Anais was aware of as again her body clenched his even tighter, the muscles pulling him further into her.

  Marcus nuzzled the delicate skin under her ear as strong arms held her tight and she barely registered the needle sharp sting in her neck.

  The sensation of a gentle liquid tug on the flesh deep in her neck was so wonderful, so right that her tied hands gripped his hair to pull him even closer as his hips pistoned into her.

  The climax that hit her made her world go dark.

  And as Anais found herself carried, floating, along in a torrent of utter bliss, she was barely aware of a warm fluid in her mouth that burned a scorching path down her throat and flamed into her belly.

  The taste was so delectable, dark and delicious she wanted more.

  So she took and took again.

  "Careful, darlin’. Not too much too soon."

  The sensation of staring up at Marcus from beneath the ocean struck her.

  The smell, the taste of salt, the sensation of swaying, cushioned by something fluid made her world tilt on its axis.

  Anais became aware that he was licking her neck, lapping at her skin.

  Then he sucked his fingers and stroked his own neck.

  None of what he was doing made any sense to her.

  Abruptly his mouth captured hers in a dark, erotic kiss that again had her womb clutch and her core grip him like a vice and she couldn’t think at all.

  "Christ, Anais," Marcus gasped, barely coherent, and his big body shuddered as his hot seed spurted deep into her.

  They kissed again and again and it was bruising, passionate and left them breathless.

  Chapter Nine

  Marcus unbound her wrists.

  And in a possessive move, pulled her body close to his side.

  He held her tight in his strong arms and kissed the top of her head as his body remained stiff inside her and felt so right, so good.

  Never in her limited experience of sex had Anais felt anything like it.

  She'd never dreamed of anything like it either.

  And the way he was holding her as if he’d never let her go felt so wonderful.

  All the while he was stroking her back, her buttocks, her hip as their frantic hearts finally began to quieten.

  They stayed like that for endless moments and when she finally found her voice, Anais pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his strong manly chest.

  "Haven’t we just broken every single company rule in the book? Your father would not be pleased."

  Her thighs ached and her sore hand ached.

  But Anais didn’t give a damn as Marcus’s deep laugh vibrated in his chest under her ear.

  "Nope. Because I’m no longer your mentor my father won't have a problem with it," he told her as he stroked her hair with a gentle hand.

  She went totally still.

  A hot sting of utter betrayal burned brightly in her belly.

  Anais pushed away to roll and sit on the edge of the bed.

  Reality dumped her out of the heady haze of passion and lust and into the present.

  His hand reached for her and she slapped it away.

  So he didn’t keep his word.

  That was Marcus all over, he needed to be the one to walk away first. Needed always to be in total control.

  She’d lost her job and he’d just screwed her brains out.

  So much for her highfalutin integrity and her morals and her values.

  Way to go, Anais.

  She buried her face in her hands.

  How the hell had she been so stupid and naïve?

  "Anais?"

  The bewilderment in that deep voice only fired her temper.

  Too late, much too late, her logical brain started to function.

  What on earth was she doing?

  She’d just had sex with Marcus Gillespie?

  He hadn't forced her, she'd been with him every single step of the way.

  And she'd thought she could just walk away from him, from this thing they had between them?

  Had she lost her tiny mind?

  Anais leapt to her feet and dashed for the sitting room to pull on her clothes.

  Fumbling with her bra, hot tears coursed down her cheeks.

  In sheer temper she tossed it away and dragged on her skirt.

  "Damn," she muttered.

  The zipper was stuck hard.

  Unconcerned that he was butt naked, Marcus grabbed her arms and gave her a hard shake.

  "What the hell is the matter with you? You wanted this, too."

  Anais blinked back stupid tears, frantically trying to focus on that fabulous face.

  Heaven help her, her heart soared just looking at him.

  "You’re a liar," she sobbed the word in a way that made her feel a pathetic excuse for a human being.

  He took a deep breath.

  His eyes held hers as if trying to send her a message by osmosis.

  "You didn’t make a mistake."

  Silence.

  Stunned, she simply stared into dark eyes filled to the brim with what looked like remorse.

  "I mean, during the meeting yesterday. You didn't do anything wrong."

  Anais couldn’t believe it when flags of color heated his sharp cheekbones.

  Marcus Gillespie was blushing?

  Was the moon made of cheese?

  "But... you said..."

  "I know what I said."

  He cleared his throat and that heat spread down his neck.

  Mystified, Anais stared up into his face and realised he was unsure.

  "You lied to me?"

  Jet brows drew together, but still those eyes stayed on hers.

  "About the contract, the deal, yes."

  Utterly bewildered, she thrust a hand through the heavy weight of her hair trying to get her head around his words.

  "But, why?"

  Those amazing eyes held hers.

  She blinked in disbelief at what she saw in them, for her.

  Desire.

  Affection.

  "The first day you walked into my office I knew I had to have you. I’ve dreamed of you, yearned for you every single night, Anais. Today might have been our last day together and I was desperate. For months you didn’t give me a sign you even liked me." He cleared his throat, ran his teeth over his bottom lip. "Until recently."

  Her bra
in simply refused to function as she blinked up into his wonderful face.

  "But you’ve treated me to Mr. Granite Face every day. I don’t think you’ve ever cracked a smile."

  His smooth forehead creased in a way that caught her heart.

  "I was your boss. And it would have been totally inappropriate for me to touch you. But you might have thrown me a crumb, Anais. A smile would have been nice from you, too."

  Part of the statement hit her in the solar plexus.

  "You were my boss?"

  He took another breath and shook his head.

  "You were made a full junior partner late last night."

  Anais jerked her arms free and folded them over her breasts as sheer joy coursed through her veins even as she warred with utter disbelief.

  "Marcus Gillespie," she said in an icy tone that made him flinch. "Are you telling me that I’ve been a junior partner for almost twenty-four hours?"

  He gave her a boyish grin.

  A grin that melted her heart.

  "Yep. Congratulations." Then the grin slipped as worried eyes found hers. "Tell me I haven’t screwed this, us, up. Tell me you have feelings for me."

  She shook her head in total amazement that he’d behaved in such an underhanded and controlling way.

  He was an unscrupulous bastard at times.

  She’d always admired that about him.

  "You son-of-a-bitch."

  He winced and ran his hands through his hair and over the back of his neck.

  But then his eyes met hers and her lips twitched.

  He moved into her and cupped her face between his hands.

  "I adore you."

  She read the sincerity in his eyes, heard it in his voice.

  Anais tried hard, very hard, to be angry at the way he'd played her.

  She did.

  But it wasn’t working.

  How could she be furious with him when she’d just had the best sex of her entire life?

  Her eyes flicked to the heavy arousal pressing into her flat belly.

  Then she wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a cheeky grin.

  "I’ve dreamt about you for months, too. Do you always tie up your women?"

  He had the grace to blush even as his mouth caught hers in the sweetest kiss she’d ever received.

  He lifted his head.

 

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