by Lisa Torquay
Amy saw them shaking hands as two felines disputing the same territory. The three of them sat around the table to start the meeting.
If she had any doubt that Juan Torres would carry out his job diligently, it would have been cleared that instant. The man knew a thing or two about R&D.
Mark couldn’t help seeing the man was competent and that he’d have to hire him. The meeting finished after an hour and they went to the coffee lounge.
Juan offered her a coffee and took one to himself, as Mark moved to take one for himself. “I am surprised at such young and, allow me, beautiful young woman to have reached management position at so tender age.”
At that Mark fumed. To boiling level. Amy was his woman. Only his. He didn’t want that project of a Latin lover to hang around her. Torres was younger than him and Mark wished the man wasn’t.
Amy was flattered by the Spanish executive admiration, but didn’t correspond to it, obviously. All her energies were focused on Mark and his molten sensuality.
She had to smile politely, as they were in a business environment and MBS needed Torres’ skills to grow steadfast. “Thank you, Juan.” She perceived Mark coming near them. “Actually, I am only substituting for a childbirth leave. I’ll be back to my post again in a couple of months.”
“Well, I might need a PA pretty soon.” And he blinked charmingly.
Mark was on the verge of losing control. If he was to follow his guts, he’d throw Amy over his shoulders, shove this Torres guy out of the way and take her to a quiet place to have her solely for himself. “I am afraid I’m the one to approve of the career moves inside the company.”
Torres looked at him, his brown eyes defiant. “Of course. I’d ask your opinion first as I am a person who respects hierarchy.”
“That’s good to know.” Mark said coldly. Amy would be Torres’ PA over his dead body. His predator’s eyes stared directly at the Spanish executive’s to make clear who the boss around there was.
But Amy had to spend the whole afternoon with Torres, showing him around and clearing out the details of his hiring. This only worsened Mark’s sulphurous mood. He knew he should act professionally; nevertheless, it was a difficult task where she was concerned.
A couple of hours later, Mark walked the hallways to take a coffee. He saw neither of them around. As he inquired, someone said they had left, working hours being over. And the question was, Mark pondered, left together? Without wasting any more time, he shut everything down and rushed home.
Amy had arrived at the Georgian mansion a couple of hours earlier, relieved that the busy day was over. She had a bit to eat and sat with a book. She’d wait, with a certain impatience, for Mark to come to her. She dressed a comfortable hobby.
She had been to the kitchen for a glass of water and was coming back to the sitting room when she heard the door. His steps echoed in the front hall. Her heart started in expectation.
Mark strode hurriedly, looking for her. As he saw her standing in the sitting-room, a wave of relieve washed over him. He stared at her wide honey eyes and forgot the world outside. They exchanged a long never-blinking glare that melted Amy inside. He approximated her, laced her by her waist and kissed her savagely.
Liquid fire burned inside Amy as she corresponded to the kiss equally. He lifted her in his strong arms and walked to the back room. Mark put her on the floor and undressed himself. Coat and tie had already been gone. His shirt unbuttoned in haste and thrown in the floor to exhibit his ample, now tanned, chest. Her eyes feasted further as he unceremoniously lowered his trousers, together with his underwear, showing all the splendour of his manhood. He came to her, unlaced her hobby and drove it from her shoulders. His piercing ogle darkened as they strolled over her admiring her perfect beauty.
He put on the shower by the sauna cabinet and brought them both under it. He embraced her with urgency, one arm lacing her waist, the other hand entangling in her wet hair, his arousal the hardest. He kissed her in a hundred hungry ways, holding her tight. Amy kissed him back matching his intensity. Her body yearned for him, his warm moist lips provoking her and the tepid water running between their bodies as a sensuous conductor.
She was lost in sensation. His hands hovered over all her body, her legs had turned to jam. He could do whatever he wanted with her. She didn’t care, she simply wanted him. She saw herself lifted in his arms again as they entered the sauna cabinet. He spread a dozen towels over the big platform to make it smooth for her and laid her there with utter care. He lay by her side.
The vapour covered their bodies in thousands droplets sliding down their skin as tiny caresses. Amy felt herself languish with the involving heat. Mark’s vapour-covered, muscled body came over hers. He embraced her tight under her back, in such a way that her body arched on the platform. He started licking the vapour from her skin. His tongue awakened all her senses and her head fell back with a moan of pleasure. His tongue licked her lips fully before it invaded her mouth in a deep caress. And they kissed lengthy, mouths opening wider.
Amy’s hand caressed every wet, sleek, soft part of him, feeling the taut muscles of his shoulder, biceps, back, legs. She nested him between her flexed thighs and felt his eager member ready for her. She was melting away like butter with the heat of his flammable kisses.
But he wouldn’t be so quick. He left her mouth to go on licking her with molten sensuality: her shoulder, her neck and oh...her breast. He stopped there and licked, nibbled, suckled on them before he held one of them and devoured it, causing her to react with exquisite pleasure.
“Amy, oh Amy!” He licked the other breast. “You’re mine! Only mine!” He nibbled the pebbled nipple. “Say you’re mine!” He murmured in deep desirous voice.
Amy’s rational thoughts were bugged down. She could not think, let alone talk. “Yes.” She breathed thoughtlessly merged in the fire of his caresses. His hand hovered over all her wet skin.
The vapour involved them in a hazy, heaven-like moment. The dim light of the cabinet was fogged up and the still silence was broken by their groans and gasps.
Mark went on with his sensuous exploration. He licked her further down, until he found the centre of her. And his tongue caressed her there maddeningly, peeling her, circling her, increasing her need. She contorted seeking more and more. But he wouldn’t let her have all. He stopped when she was on the verge of falling.
She heaved breathless. “Mark!” She breathed out in desperation.
He started lifting himself but stopped to lick her navel, teasingly. “Oh, Mark, please!” She begged.
In a second he was over her, embracing her under her back. He entered her in a long, long thrust that felt as rendition. She sighed lengthily, her head fallen back, her lips parted, eyes shut. And he stopped. “Mark?”
Hearing his name on her lips in this breathed, wanton way was a melting sound for him. It reaped his guts with a feeling he did not recognise. Oh, my God! She was so young, so adorable, so surrendered to him. He couldn’t stay away from her, even if he tried. He didn’t have an atom of will power to make moral considerations. He simply needed her and may the rest go to the very bottom of hell!
She darted her eyes open and saw his fervent eyes looking at her. There was so much there: lust, tenderness, urgency. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she had done to her arms around his strong neck. At this mute request, he resumed his movements. Deep, sensuous, careful. Their bodies rubbed in wetness and vapour.
She felt drawn to him so irresistibly, giving herself to him in complete abandon. It was a soul-wrenching feeling when he touched her the way he did, taking her far away from her own body, to a place only he knew how to reach.
They moved in unison and Amy felt the heat building up in her womb. He thrust deeper and deeper making that heat augment to unbearable size. He moved more and the heat exploded in thousands of pieces as a cry escaped her throat. She held him tighter, arched her body, head fallen back, her lashes down and her lips apart in a long sigh
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bsp; The volume of sensations inside Mark was insurmountable. It went beyond his body and craved utter fulfilment. This came as he moved a couple of times more. But it came with such intensity that it shattered him. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, groaning helpless and spending all his energy in her.
They lay there holding each other tightly for a long while. Afterwards, they took a shower and went up to his bedroom, where they lay down as Mark held her tight all night.
Mrs Smith arrived next day after they had left, as usual. It hadn’t escaped her that their bed had been being used alternately. Today with all those towels in the sauna cabinet, any doubt she might have had was cleared. Mr Benton never brought any of his women to his house. He had always protected Amy. He had been very caring and thoughtful about her from the first. But she perceived there was something going on between the two of them now. Maybe it was better they lived this out once and for all. The atmosphere had been charged between them since she left for university. She only wished everything went well for them.
Chapter VIII
At the company, Amy sat back in her office and her mind wandered. Mark. Each time they made love, yes, it was making love to her, she had to admit it. Well, each time they made love it felt more fulfilling, more heartfelt. The steamy images from last night kept broadcasting in her memory. There was so much surrendering in it; so much warmness. It was as if their bodies had joined, melted...amalgamated in each other. She was afraid the memory of it would thrill her senses for the rest of her life.
Someone knocked at the glass door and startled her out of her reveries. Mark opened the door and put his head through.
“I’d like to ask you to put off the seminar while we structure the new department, so that the new employees can be included in it as well.” He was magnificent in a dark-grey suit, white shirt and red-striped tie. He looked calmer, more serene these last days.
“Alright. We put it off.” But when she looked at his feline eyes, there was nothing about the seminar there. Goose-bumps over her body and her enormous eyes met his in a whole new connection. He had last night in his eyes as well and complicity established between them. Lucky that the blinders were shut, so that no one could witness it. The connection lasted for several seconds.
His stare was so intense and so charged with sensuality that she couldn’t bear it. She lowered hers in a shy way as her long lashes lowered partially. But she couldn’t disguise her blush, which warmed her neck and face in an enchanting way.
“See you later.” He said in a very ambiguous deep manly way and shut the door.
Both of them were keeping discreet about what was going on between them. Amy didn’t want this to interfere in her job by fuelling gossips and she didn’t want to be suspect of being unprofessional. She had nearly four years to complete her agreement with Mark and she intended to go through them as professionally as she should. MBS didn’t have any policy about affairs among co-workers; she wasn’t breaking any rules, so to say. She deemed it wise to keep her private life away from her job, though.
Amy met Juan in the coffee lounge later that day. He was a good-looking man in his brown eyes and hair and his olive skin, but he didn’t attract her. Not when she had Mark to take her to steamy paradise every night.
“Amy! You look lovely today!” He said in his gallant way.
“Thanks. And are you managing to get around?”
“Oh, yes. I have lived in London with my mother before. She’s British, you know.” He took a sip of his coffee.
“I see.” She smiled politely.
“Do you think we could arrange a meeting to decide on the guidelines about the new R&D staff?”
“Of course. I’ll talk to Mark and get back to you, ok?”
“Fine.” He looked at her a little too long.
She smiled awkwardly, rose to her feet and left with a nod.
Juan had heard about her story and wondered if there wasn’t more than met the eye in this. Mr Big Boss was obviously marking his territory where Amy was concerned. She was too beautiful and Torres was interested. Therefore he wanted to know if he could make a move.
A couple of days later, Amy’s colleagues invited her to the happy-hour coming Friday. She thought it a good idea to go and get better acquainted with the others.
On Friday, after the meeting they had with Juan, she followed Mark to his office, helping him with his laptop as he closed the door behind him.
“Don’t wait for me tonight. I’m going on a happy-hour with some colleagues.” She said putting the cable on the table.
Mark froze with his hands on the table. She was going out? Without him? Vexed. Vexed. He felt unlimitedly vexed! He straightened his back, parted his legs and put his hands on his waist, shoving his suit-coat back. His narrowed his focus directly at her. “Of course you’re not going!” He said in a low warning voice.
At this she became really indignant. She placed her both hands on the table, her upper body forward, making her elegant skirt wrap tightly around her shapely hips and her peach-coloured chemise give away more of her cleavage. “I am just telling you.” She looked him up in his very eyes. “I’m not asking your permission!” She said in a steel-edged voice.
He couldn’t help feeling aroused. She was all female, even when angry. Her cinnamon hair caught up in a bun on the top of her head, with tendrils falling on the sides of her cheeks. Her enormous stare flashed up at him sparks he knew so much about.
“Very well.” His voice too silky. He had heard a buzz about this happy-hour thing and had been invited, having declined politely. He didn’t think she’d accept to go though, not when the...alternative, to put it blandly, was so much more tempting.
But he looked at her as if he was undressing her and she felt a warm wave spreading over her body. She folded her arms over her breasts, not to give anything away. No use, because her eyes dilated and her breath destabilized.
“Who are you going with?”
There was a single name he didn’t want to hear and she knew it. She was not so naive as to pronounce that name, naturally. “With a couple of other girls.” It was true. Juan had offered a lift, but she declined it.
Mark had heard that project of a Latin lover was going too. And the all too familiar cold claws squeezed his heart to aching point. The image of the man flirting with her in his first day was infuriating. Mark saw how the new manager looked at her at their just finished meeting. The notion that the both of them would be at the same place on a Friday evening was outrageous and a red-hot irritation dominated him.
“Tell them I am going and that I’ll take you.” He said as if he had accepted the damn invitation from the first.
Anger grew inside Amy. She had agreed to go because he counted himself out. The tension that always vibrated between them would surely give them away. This was a hassle she could do without. It was difficult enough to keep her composure after the flamingly sensuous nights they indulged at and kept her counting the hours to repeat.
“I am sorry, but I prefer to go with them.” Arms still folded, she shifted her body weight to one leg in a defiant posture. She tilted her chin up daring him to contradict her.
He surrounded the desk and came near her, on the verge of losing control of his temper. Taking her by her shoulder, he brought her against his taut-muscled body. “You either go with me or call it off! Your choice.” Their stares clashed belligerently.
Those honey eyes shone with hot sparkles that darted up at him enraging him and tempting him shamelessly. Their breaths came in short shallow puffs. They were venting. For more than one reason.
Her heart beat fast as anger and desire battled inside her in multiple currents. But a rebellious surge won over. Why did he have to be so infuriatingly possessive? Her full lips sketched a sarcastic grin and her arms pulled away from him, taking him by surprise. “Wrong!” Her arms came to her waist. “You don’t have a choice!” She pointed the fingers at herself. “I am going with whomever I want and you don’t have a say in t
he matter!” She turned and left his office stomping.
Mark fumed as his feet carved impatiently his office carpet. She exasperated him to no end. And there was nothing he could do about this. It was exactly what drove him to distraction: the way she evaded him whenever she wanted. It’d be hard to forget Mallorca, for instance, when she slipped away on a Saturday evening.
Thinking quickly, he took the telephone and called Ms. Scott. “Please tell Mr Torres I need something done urgently for today.” His cold order was promptly carried out by his secretary.
Amy threw her head back laughing at one of her colleague’s joke that evening in the pub. It surprised her how much she felt relaxed. Mark didn’t show up. Neither did Juan. Their absences made her feel light and carefree, just enjoying the company and the funny stories she was listening to. As usual, she didn’t drink when on an outing alone. She ordered juice and participated in the chat.
It was past midnight when the cab left her at the Georgian mansion. She closed the front door and saw light under his study door to the left. She hung her coat and was making for the sitting room when the study door opened. Mark. Their eyes met and locked together. A rush of fire run through Amy’s veins as his stare scrutinized her.
“Did you have a good time?” He asked in his deep male-voice. What would she think if she knew he had given extra work to Torres, so that he’d be too busy to join them at the pub? He’d fall in her concept for sure.
His shoulder leaned on the door frame, one hand on his waist. He had no coat or tie but the shirt had the first three buttons undone, revealing his strong chest and its silky hairs in a V shape; the sleeves were rolled up his firm forearms. There was no more magnetic man in the entire universe, she thought to herself.
“Yes, thanks.” She murmured in a too velvety voice. Her translucent honey pools were glued to his figure, unable to look away.