by C. C. Morian
Doug looked from Marcus to Melissa and back again. His eyes, so elegant, were no match for Marcus’s cold stare. He got up without saying a word and walked away.
Melissa spun on Marcus. “You can be such an ass. You don’t own me.”
“You want to prove that you are independent by showing me you would fuck someone else? Cheating on your husband is not enough?”
Melissa steadied herself, really mad now, Marcus was goading her, but she couldn’t keep herself from reacting, at least inside. But she wouldn’t spar with him, not here, this wasn’t the time or the place. And she had been using Doug, to get a rise out of Marcus.
Maybe if she were a real bitch, or more of one, she would have walked out the door with Doug, leaving Marcus sitting there.
“Really, Marcus? A bleached platinum blonde bimbo?”
Marcus shook his head slowly. “She’s no bimbo. She has a doctorate in physics from Caltech. She’s a rocket scientist. A real one.”
“So you two were talking physics? Didn’t know you were interested.”
“You said you wanted me to surprise you.”
“The interest in physics? The effect of overuse of hair coloring?”
“It’s a surprise, remember?”
Any other man would have looked a little smug now, knowing that he had made a woman jealous, knowing that he had practically forced her to let another man, a handsome man, walk away.
“Maybe the guy I was talking to was a rocket scientist too.”
“Maybe he was just interested in your body. He gave up quickly.”
“What were you expecting?”
“I like a surprise now and then too. Some can hang in there for a minute or so.”
“What would you have done if he had stayed?”
“He didn’t, so I don’t need to think about it. Besides, he wouldn’t.”
“You can tell?”
“Always.”
“Tell me,” said Melissa, not able to resist the challenge of their jousting, “what did you say to Doctor Platinum?”
Marcus hesitated just a fraction, then, very seriously, said, “I asked her if she wanted to perform a sex act with me.”
Melissa took a sip of her drink to hide her reaction, a mixture of surprise, resentment, and curiosity. She remembered the blonde’s look of excitement before she ran off. “What kind of sex act?”
“I told her I was going to have sex with another woman and when I was finished, the other woman would sit on her face to let her clean everything up.”
Melissa almost spit out her wine. “That’s sick,” she said, but she couldn’t help but laugh. Marcus had won that round. “No, wait, you didn’t say that, really.”
Marcus shrugged. “Believe what you want.”
He might have actually said it. “What made her run off then? She turn you down?”
Marcus frowned. “Of course not. I told her to go back to her room and get ready.”
Still not sure if Marcus was kidding, Melissa played along. “And who was this other woman?”
“I had someone in mind, but I don’t think I’d have any trouble finding someone even if I hadn’t.”
“I don’t do women,” said Melissa, but now the unthinkable image was in her head, something she had never even considered, a threesome, but with a woman, the blonde, beautiful when Melissa let herself admit it, watching as Marcus fucked Melissa, the blonde jealous, waiting for a chance to take part, desperately wanting any opportunity to be with Marcus, even if it meant licking his cum out of Melissa. Melissa straddling her, putting the blonde in her place.
Marcus’s eyes narrowed, probably knowing Melissa was thinking about it. “You’re feeling a little sure of yourself, aren’t you?” he said. “Who said I was talking about you?”
“Even if you could find someone, Dr. Platinum might chicken out,” said Melissa, trying to shake away the picture, now almost a fantasy, failing.
“She would have done it,” said Marcus.
And Marcus was right, the blonde would have, and Melissa might have as well, under the right circumstances.
Damn him. She wanted Marcus for herself, and he was instead making her think of sharing him with another woman.
“Maybe you are the one feeling sure of yourself,” said Melissa, trying to maintain control, reminding herself about how much Marcus had jerked her around tonight. Was this what it would be like to be with him? She didn’t remember this from their college years. What was he trying to do?
“I am who I am,” he said. Then, after a beat, he added, “It’s why you came here, isn’t it?” He took a sip of his wine, grimaced. “The things I do for you.”
“That’s your sacrifice? Drinking cheap wine with me?”
“That, and this,” he said, a brief motion of his hand, simultaneously indicating and dismissing the entire room.
“I didn’t expect you here.”
“See, another sacrifice. You really owe me now.”
Melissa smiled in spite of herself, in spite of her anger. God, she missed this, the fast, comfortable back and forth repartee, with always a hint of sexuality beneath it. Something she had never done with Richard. Or anyone else.
“I’m not cheating, not really,” she said. “I told you my husband knows I am here. That I might be with you.”
Marcus stood up. “Then what are we wasting time here for?”
Chapter 18
In his car on the way to her hotel, Melissa immediately fell back into that same mood of comfort and excitement. On one hand she felt like she belonged here, with Marcus, on their way to being alone together. But there was nothing routine about it. She still felt the same thrill she always experienced just by being with him. And knowing what might happen made it all the better.
“What have you been doing with yourself?” she asked. It wasn’t small talk, she really was interested.
“We just left there, and now you want to have reunion talk?”
“I really want to know.” Melissa waited a beat, turning to see his reaction. “Maybe I’m interested in more than your body.”
Marcus shrugged. “This and that.”
“That makes you sound like a drug dealer. Even if this ridiculously expensive car is your only possession and you are living in it, you must have some source of income.”
Marcus rubbed his hand over the steering wheel. “I think it was pretty fairly priced. And I got a good deal, I know the guy who sells them.”
“Of course you do.” Melissa turned away, looking outside, watching the buildings flash by. As always, Marcus wasn’t going to tell her anything he didn’t want her to know. Maybe it was just about sex for him.
She was surprised when he said, “Are you interviewing me? Looking for your next husband?”
“It’s not about that,” she said, still looking out the window. Or was it? Was this another element of her crazy dream, to have a responsible husband, who earned his keep, who wanted her for more than sex, but who also drove her wild with desire? Who would constantly surprise her?
“It’s not drugs,” said Marcus. “It would never be drugs.”
Melissa turned back to him. “I know that. Even after ten years I wouldn’t have expected that. Is it really so hard for you to understand that I’m just interested about what you do?” After a moment she added, “And all the reasons I would want to know?”
“It’s not very exciting,” said Marcus. “I thought you craved the excitement. Isn’t it better not to know?”
Melissa looked away again. “Sometimes,” she admitted.
They drove in silence for a while. Melissa suddenly noticed they had passed the airport exit.
“You missed the turn.”
“You asked about what I’ve been doing, I’m going to show you where I work.”
Now Melissa was really intrigued. She couldn’t imagine Marcus having a traditional job. Taking orders from a boss. Punching a time card.
Marcus turned onto a beautifully landscaped street lined with high end r
etail stores; none of this had been there when she was last in the city. Halfway down the block he pointed to what looked like a well heeled boutique, something that would cater to women with a lot of money.
Melissa was stunned. “You work in a shop?”
“Wouldn’t you like that? You thinking of getting some discounts for yourself?”
“I don’t believe it.”
“You were looking on the ground floor. I work upstairs. Sometimes, that is. I have other things going on too.”
“What’s upstairs?” She turned her head, she had missed it.
“A doctor’s office. A obstetrician gynecologist.”
Melissa burst out laughing. If this was a joke it was a good one. “Okay, I’ll bite. Tell me what you do in an OB/GYN.”
“I provide security.”
Melissa cut short a sassy retort when she noticed his tone. He was serious. “What kind of security?”
“Well known women, actresses, politicians, they don’t always want their personal business known. Not just pregnancies, but even regular checkups. The doctor there is not only very good, he is very discreet. They don’t take just anyone off the street. There is no waiting room; patients never see anyone else. The office doesn’t even have a sign or a main entrance, you have to go in through the boutique. The patients are carefully screened, and they pay for the privilege. They pay a great deal.”
“And you provide security?”
“More than that. Sometimes the patients don’t even want their own staff and bodyguards to know where they are going. Imagine the rumors if a well known actress has an appointment right after public talk of her having an affair. I’ve flown to DC, overseas even, to pick them up and bring them here, make sure no one bothers them.”
“You said you provide more than security.”
Marcus glanced over at her but didn’t say anything.
Melissa’s eyes widened. “You sleep with some of his patients?”
Marcus shrugged. “Sometimes he tips me off to the ones who need a little extra TLC. The safe ones.”
“What do you mean by safe?”
“You know I hate condoms. I don’t want to have to think about any health issues.”
Melissa was flabbergasted, and yet it was so Marcus. “I can’t believe it. This doctor shares their medical history with you? That’s illegal. And immoral.”
“Please. He doesn’t tell me anything specific about anyone. Just mentions who might want some company. I assume he is using his professional judgment and not suggesting anyone who would be a problem.” Marcus grinned. “Plus I get free checkups and tests.”
The thought of Marcus getting his sexual disease testing from a gynecologist made Melissa laugh. “So you let a doctor pick your women for you? You just don’t go and fuck who you want anymore? You’re getting soft.”
Marcus scoffed. “I’ll show you soft.” Then he added, “And I still pick who I want.”
Melissa didn’t know how she felt about all this. On one hand, it was just like Marcus, finding an angle, getting an easy way to have safe sex. Doing it with rich and powerful women, maybe even women she knew about, read about. On the other hand, it seemed almost tame, Marcus caring about his body, a more mature Marcus. Watching out for himself.
Hmm. Maybe that wasn’t so surprising after all.
Melissa decided to let it go for now. “I never knew such places existed.”
“That’s the entire point.”
“How did you ever find out about this? Wait, don’t tell me, you knew one of the patients.” The thought came to Melissa that Marcus had gotten one of them pregnant.
“The doctor, actually. So do you.”
“Me? I don’t know any GYN’s here.”
“He wasn’t a doctor when you knew him. He was a class ahead of us. Shawn Evanti. You had a crush on him.”
Melissa remembered him, a white guy from a rich family, she’d see him with Marcus, it always had seemed like an odd pairing. Except the fact that he was also gorgeous, not in a Marcus kind of way, but with all the looks of a model but none of the affectation and self centeredness. Melissa had always liked Shawn, and yes, maybe would have been interested in him if not for Marcus.
“I barely remember him,” she said.
Marcus looked at her and actually smiled. “You slept with him.”
“I did not!”
“You were a little drunk. You might not remember. Maybe you don’t even remember our first time.”
“I certainly do. Okay, I was nervous that first time with you, I had a few drinks to calm me down. But I’ve never forgotten that night.” She didn’t add that she thought about it all the time.
Melissa waited for him to respond; any other man would have said ‘Me too’ even if they hadn’t. Just to be kind.
Marcus, of course, let it pass, although Melissa knew he hadn’t missed it. Which wasn’t a surprise at all.
Instead, he said, “I know for a fact you did sleep with Shawn.”
Melissa couldn’t help herself. “I never cheated on you.”
Marcus didn’t take the bait. “I never said you did. I saw you.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Don’t you remember that game we played with the blindfold?”
Did she ever. It was one of Melissa’s favorite fantasies. It was at a point in their relationship before she even thought of it as a relationship. Marcus had blindfolded her and sat her on the bed. She felt him standing in front of her, and she had to do it all by feel, like in the dark but even more cut off from her surroundings, taking him in her mouth, making him come.
Marcus had pushed her down on the bed and told her to take off her clothes, which she found strangely erotic, undressing when she couldn’t see. Melissa had asked about the blindfold, she told him she liked it, she just wanted to know. He said it was so she could imagine that it was anyone else in the room with her; she replied that she didn’t want anyone else but him. Marcus had teased her, told her that he had seen her checking out Shawn, who had just dropped Marcus off at her place and had stopped in for a bit. So Melissa had let her mind wander, thinking of Shawn, the crazy idea of being with the two of them, not sure how Marcus would have dealt with that, whether he would have never allowed it or whether he would have done it just to see her reaction.
Marcus told her it was okay if she was thinking about Shawn, that’s what the blindfold was all about, he didn’t care anyway. Melissa had played along, trying to get him jealous, dramatically whispering “Oh, Shawn! Please fuck me! I’ve waited so long for this!”
Marcus had left her like that, naked, lying on her stomach, blindfolded, helplessly thinking about Shawn. For a few minutes, not a sound in the room, and then Melissa heard Marcus come back, and the bed shifted as he knelt behind her, and she was still in her fantasy as he entered her, her hand on her clit as he fucked her, all without saying a word. He came fast, faster than he usually did, even before her, which was rare.
He had pulled out, and she expected him to do something else, to rub her, anything. But she felt his weight leave the bed. Melissa stopped touching herself, confused, and just as she was about to take off the blindfold, Marcus was there, whispering in her ear, ‘We’re not done yet.’ And then he was on her again, still hard, and even as she wondered how that was possible he was in her, and she was swept up in it, and she heard him mutter, ‘So wet,’ and then he pulled out and quickly positioned his cock against her ass. His fingers reached around to her clit, and she pushed herself to her knees to help him as he started to enter her ass, she wasn’t ready, but she didn’t say anything, whatever had gotten into him she wanted, and she thrust her hips back at him, and he was in, his cock so deep in her ass so fast, pushing, pushing. And then, impossibly, he was coming again, Melissa could feel him release, and this time she came with him, her arms shaking, crashing to the bed, his weight on top of her.
Melissa pulled herself away from her dream, vivid, something she had relived many times. “I made you come three
times.”
Marcus gave a little laugh. “I never did that. Not in one session, anyway.”
“Is that what you think they were? Sessions?”
“What do you call them?”
She started to say lovemaking, but that sounded so—banal. So romance novel. Whatever she had with Marcus, it hadn’t been romance novel.
“You did come three times. You aren’t the type to fake it.” Melissa frowned, suddenly remembering the change in the direction of their conversation. “What does this have to do with Shawn?”
Marcus glanced at her. “I told you I had never come three times. And that I had seen you fuck Shawn. Maybe I do need the rocket scientist. She’d figure it out.”
And then it was so clear, how had she missed it? Melissa would have slapped him if he hadn’t been driving, she should have told him to pull over, she wanted to get out, get away.
“I can’t believe you. You let Shawn fuck me?!”
Marcus shrugged. “You were begging for it. It seemed like a good idea at the time. You certainly seemed to think so.”
“But I thought we were just acting!” Melissa was gripping the door handle so hard she thought it would break.
“Haven’t you ever been with two men?”
“No!”
Marcus seemed almost surprised. “But I bet you thought about it. A lot of women do.”
“I suppose you do it all the time. Gang up on some helpless woman.”
Marcus shook his head. “Actually, I’m not much on sharing. And even with a blindfold, I’d never think of you as helpless.” He paused. “And that was a special situation.”
“Session, situation. What the hell are you talking about? Shit, Marcus, you took advantage of me!”
“Let me get this straight. You’ve thought about being with two men, you didn’t deny it, so I’ll assume you have. If you had a chance to do it, maybe even with me and Shawn, would you have? Maybe even that day?”
“That’s different!”
“I’ll take that as a yes. You thought about it, and would have done it. And when we were doing it, I bet you were thinking about it, thinking about Shawn. You got off on it. How were you taken advantage of?” Marcus sounded genuinely puzzled.