“Okay. If we’re going to stay in the same apartment, we’re going to need to talk about what happened this afternoon.” She put her purse down and took off her coat. I told myself not to stare at her chest as she did. The taste of her tits was still on my mind, as fresh as if I had just licked them.
“You’re right. We should talk about it.” I closed the door behind me and leaned against it.
“I let myself get carried away because of some crappy news I got.”
“What crappy news?”
“It doesn’t matter. Fact is, I let things get out of hand, I’m sorry about that.”
“Are you sure you’re sorry about it?”
She blinked. “Yeeees…?” Her voice squeaked.
“Because I’m not.”
“You’re not?” she whispered.
“Nope. It was amazing and hot and probably a little wrong, but that’s probably what made it as hot as it was.”
She blushed. “Yeah. It was hot.”
“You’re better than I imagined.”
I heard her gulping from across the room. “You imagined…?”
“Hell, yes. Why do you think I couldn’t sleep last night?”
“Me, too.”
“Yeah?” I took a step toward her. She stayed where she was.
“What are you doing?”
I took another step. “What do you think?”
“What about the cameras?”
“There’s no camera in your room. Or in the shower.”
She took a step backward, in the direction of her room. “Won’t everybody think it’s sort of strange if you end up disappearing into my room with me?”
“Maybe. So what?” I kept moving closer and she kept backing up until the back of her legs touched her bed. “I’ll worry about that, all right?”
Her chest rose and fell faster and faster the closer I got, until I thought she might hyperventilate by the time we stood close enough to touch each other. “I can’t help worrying for you, is all. I care about you.”
“I’m honored.” I reached out and started unbuttoning her sweater. Slowly.
“So you’re not going to lose your job or anything over this?”
“Nope.” If so, I would have to ask why none of the other guys got fired for hooking up with their clients. I reached the last button and opened the sweater. There was the same bra from earlier. I ran my thumbs over the cups again and her nipples hardened. She closed her eyes and sighed.
I slid my hands over her sides, down to her hips. “Take this off,” I said. She reached back to unzip the skirt and let it fall to the floor without blinking an eye. I looked down and admired the small waist, full hips, smooth legs I had already touched while we fucked.
I sat on the bed and spread my thighs, then pulled her between them. “I don’t know where to start,” I murmured. She shivered asI skimmed her curves with the tips of my fingers. Finding a beautiful, perfect woman like her who shivered at the slightest touch was like finding a unicorn. I couldn’t wait to play with her for hours.
I placed a firm kiss on her stomach, then swirled my tongue over her navel. She held the back of my head with one hand, holding me close. I pulled her hand away. “I’m the one touching you now,” I growled. Her eyes were wide as she nodded.
I went back to worshipping her, running my lips and tongue all over her skin. My tongue slipped under the waistband of her panties now and then, and her groans grew louder every time. I wanted to see how far I could take her before she begged me to let her come.
Meanwhile, my hands ran up the backs of her legs until they skimmed her ass. Her knees trembled as I stroked her there, getting closer and closer to her inner thighs every time. Her gasps turned to whimpers the closer I went, and the heat coming from that magic spot drew my mouth closer. I licked the lace over her mound and she groaned my name. The hair stood up on the back of my neck at the sound, while my cock strained to be free.
Her scent wrapped itself around me until there was nothing I wanted more than to taste her. I lowered her to the bed and slid her panties over her hips and down her legs, then tossed them aside. When she opened her thighs, I dove between them and parted her lips with my tongue.
“Oh, God!” she moaned, writhing underneath me until I had to hold her hips down or risk her hurting me. I held her down no matter how hard she fought and lapped at her clit. She tasted just as sweet as I knew she would, and the sound of her pleasure made me want to go on all night. I slid two fingers into her tunnel and pumped them in and out, hard and fast.
“Oh, Marcus…yes…more…!” She tightened around my fingers and went stiff before shuddering. I rode it out, pumping and licking at her until she relaxed.
“Oh, my lord,” she gasped. Her hair was a mess and she was flushed all over, just the way I wanted her. Well, maybe not quite just the way. She’d look better with me inside her.
“Over,” I growled as I pulled off my tee and stood to take off my pants. I pulled her to the edge of the bed by her hips and unrolled a condom over my length before skewering her from behind. She gasped from the force of my first thrust, but quickly adjusted and before long was moving with me. I looked down to watch her ass jiggle every time our bodies slapped together.
“Yes! Harder!” She grunted with each thrust and I grunted with her, moving faster, harder, just the way she wanted it. I wanted it like that, too. In moments, she was clenching down on me and shrieking that she was about to come. I doubled my efforts until she collapsed on the bed.
I rolled her over and pulled her legs up against my chest, then slid into her again. The sight of her tits bouncing with every thrust was enough to take me to the edge.
“Come for me,” she whispered, looking up at me. That was all I needed to hear. I closed my eyes and let go, then collapsed next to her on the bed. We were both a sweaty mess, out of breath, exhausted.
“I cannot believe how good that was,” she gasped. “It was worth waiting for.”
And it would be worth the shit I’d end up taking from everybody I worked with when they found out.
Chapter Sixteen – Lauren
Suddenly, work became a much more interesting place to be.
Half the fun was in knowing we had a secret nobody else knew about. I loved the feeling of sneaking around behind their backs and pretending nothing was going on. Walking into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and seeing him there but not being able to do anything about it, especially when we weren’t alone in the room. That little rush of adrenaline, the way my heart would leap to life. The little spark of recognition in his eyes when they’d meet mine. The way my cheeks would glow crimson and I’d have to look away or else burst into flame. Or attack him. Either way.
I secretly reveled in the way Felicia would look at him as he walked by. She seemed to finally accept that there was nothing happening between me and him—ironic, really—so she clearly took it as a sign to throw all her charms and tricks his way. Except nothing worked. I tried to hide my smile when she’d throw yet another comment or compliment his way, only to have it fall flat.
Finally, by Monday morning, she’d had enough. “I don’t know what it is about that guy, but I get a funny feeling about him.”
“What do you mean?” I bit the inside of my cheek as she leaned against my desk with her arms crossed.
“I don’t know. I can’t put my finger on it.” She looked down at me. “He’s just security guy, right? Somebody the bank hired.”
“Yeah, sure. Why?”
“It seems like he knows much more than he should. Like the way he walks around here with his nose in the air. Thinking his shit doesn’t stink.”
A derisive snort came from Peter’s desk. “I’ve been saying that about him since he first got here.” he had been awfully quiet since our little argument in the kitchen the weekend prior—in fact, he’d taken three sick days during the week in-between, but came back looking not the least bit like he’d been sick at all. I wondered if it wasn’t all a ploy to avoid me.
Or Marcus.
“You’re one to talk about thinking your shit doesn’t stink,” I reminded him. “The way you walk around here like this is just a brief stopping-off point on your way to bigger and better things.”
“Like you don’t make it obvious to everybody who’ll listen that you’re on your way to something bigger,” he smirked.
“Children, children.” Felicia held up her hands to stop us, rings and bracelets sparkling in the light from the overhead fixtures. “Let’s not squabble on a Monday morning.”
“I’m just saying,” he grumbled. I bit my tongue against the urge to remind him he always had to have the last word.
“Anyway,” she said, turning her attention back to me as she rolled her eyes, “I’m not kidding. I think there’s something really fishy about him. Are we sure he is who he says he is?”
I glanced in Peter’s direction out of the corner of my eye. He was making a big deal of pretending to be busier than he was, so we’d think he wasn’t listening in. “I’m sure he’s who he says he is. I doubt Corporate would bring on anybody who didn’t check out.”
“They must’ve brought in somebody who didn’t check out,” Peter muttered as he stood up. “Because somebody around here knocked this place off.”
“Would you please take your lousy attitude elsewhere? I swear, you have the worst disposition on Monday mornings.” She shook her head as he walked off. “He needs another few cups of coffee and maybe a good lay.”
“I don’t think anything will help him when he’s in a bad mood like he is.” I wondered why. The cops had cleared him long since. He wasn’t living with the threat of arrest hanging over his head. Was he really that bitter over the way I rejected him? Was seeing Marcus around that much of a blow to his ego? He was used to Felicia flirting with him, not trying to get the attention of a stranger.
“I wonder if he’s gay,” she whispered.
“Who? Peter?”
She laughed. “No! I meant Marcus.”
“Oh. You keep jumping back and forth.”
“So? What do you think?”
“Do I think he’s gay?” She nodded. “No. I don’t think so.”
“Then why is he so standoffish?” She ran her hands over her tight sweater and skirt. “Is it me? Have I lost my touch?”
I patted her hand. “No. You couldn’t ever lose your touch.”
“Well? What is it, then?”
I silently thanked God I had never relied on my looks to get me anywhere. Maybe it was growing up as an ugly duckling. I had needed to develop my smarts and grow a personality. I could rely on those, whereas Felicia lived in fear of the day her looks faded. I knew because she had already told me so during a particularly boozy happy hour.
“Maybe he’s already involved with someone,” I suggested. “Just because he’s not wearing a ring doesn’t mean he’s completely single.”
“Hmm. That’s true.”
“Or maybe he just has terrible taste,” I added.
She beamed. “You’re right. He probably does have terrible taste. I mean, come on.” She stood and did a little turn. “He could have all this.”
“Damn straight.” I bit back a giggle as she walked to her window. She was the only single woman in the bank besides me, so it made sense that she was the only one making such a fuss over him. And she was man-crazy. That was a factor, too. Regardless of the reason why, I was glad she was the only woman I had to deal with. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep a straight face if I had to go through that whole song and dance again.
It was a little gratifying, I thought as I tried to get back to my work. Knowing somebody else wanted him. She wasn’t the only one, either—just because nobody else was single didn’t mean they weren’t looking. The sight of Marcus walking around was enough to draw their eyes to him. I saw more than one of them smooth a hand over their hair or straighten their clothes a little, too. Men like him—strong, self-assured, handsome—had that effect on women without even trying.
I giggled about it with him as we ate lunch together that afternoon. “You know, she thinks you might be gay.”
He rolled his eyes. “Did you tell her I made you come three times last night?”
“Shh!” I smacked his arm with the back of my hand. “You know I didn’t.”
“What did you say?”
“I said you might be involved with somebody else.” I picked at my sandwich. “That’s all.”
“Which is true.” I looked up and saw him smiling. “I mean, if we’re not involved, what are we?”
“True. You did make me come three times last night,” I whispered.
His smile faded as his eyes drifted over to the monitor. “What’s his issue today?”
I knew who he meant without even looking. “He’s in a mood in general. It pissed him off when he heard Felicia talking about you.”
“What a pussy,” he muttered.
“Ouch, language.”
“You don’t mind when I say it at other times,” he reminded me with a smirk.
“That’s another story. You’re referring to a part of my body that’s usually feeling pretty good when you’re talking about it.”
He chuckled. “Point taken.” His chuckle faded the longer he looked at Peter’s image on the monitor. He was talking with George about something between our desks. I wondered what he was up to—in the mood he was in, he was capable of anything. Putting ideas in his head about Marcus? Trying to convince him we didn’t need extra security, or maybe that he needed to hire another provider?
“That doesn’t change my opinion of him,” he added.
“Why don’t we talk about something a little more pleasant?” I cleared space on the table and sat on top. It reminded me of the first time we were together, and I felt a rush of heat all through my body at the memory. That was fantastic, but it got so much better after that.
“Like what?” He could play innocent all he wanted, but I knew from the tone of his voice that he was on the same page as me.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe what we can do when we get out of here today? Maybe what I’m wearing under this skirt?”
He grinned. “And what would that be?”
I raised the hem an inch at a time, until I revealed the thigh-high stockings and garters I’d put on especially for him. I almost never wore stockings—who did anymore?—but it was worth it to see the look on his face when he caught sight of them.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding,” he rasped. “I’m supposed to sit here and think about anything else but those this afternoon?” His hand touched my knee, then slid up my thigh.
“You’re a big boy,” I murmured. “You can control yourself.”
Chapter Seventeen – Marcus
“I feel like there’s something we should talk about.”
It had been days since Pax told me we’d leave the case. Maybe Christa’s reassignment was as far as things would ever go. I hadn’t heard anything from George about it—he hardly ever spoke to me. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t because he was guilty, since that would only make me think everything he did meant he was guilty. I had to keep a clear head about him and everybody else involved.
Still, I couldn’t help but think she should know what was possibly going to happen. Pax might still decide being on the case was too much hassle for not nearly enough money. George wasn’t as well-off as most of our clients, and Lauren made it sound like he had a lot of financial responsibilities. All the more reason for me to consider him the logical suspect, of course—how could he afford us on top of his wife’s medical bills alone?
She looked at me from her place in the passenger seat. “What is it?” She sounded crestfallen.
“It’s not bad news. Not necessarily, anyhow. I just thought you should know. Don’t sound upset yet.”
“Did I sound upset?”
“A little.”
“Well, normally, when a guy wants to talk about something, it’s not something fun or nice. I hate bursting the littl
e bubble we’re in.” Then she laughed. “Isn’t that ridiculous? Saying we’re in a bubble, when we’re in anything but. I mean, this isn’t ideal, our situation.”
“But it’s nice to be able to close the rest of the world out.” I reached for her hand and squeezed to show I understood. “I hate having to talk about things that don’t include me fucking you senseless later on.”
“See? That, I like the sound of.” She didn’t smile, though. “Come on. Tell me what it is. Rip off the Band-Aid.”
“There’s a chance the agency might have to drop the case.”
“What? Why?”
I squeezed her hand again. “Relax. Don’t jump to conclusions. You’re always doing that.”
“How would you know?” She pulled her hand away, like my touch burned all of a sudden.
“You’re right. I wouldn’t. It’s just an expression.”
“A thoughtless expression,” she muttered as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Do you want to know why or not?”
“Go ahead.”
“It’s because there doesn’t seem to be a reason to guard you. It’s been, what, two weeks? Not a single threat, not even a hint of anybody being after you. Right?”
She sighed. “Right. God, I never thought I would be disappointed that there isn’t anybody out to kill me.”
I smirked. “First time for everything.”
“So that’s it? He’s going to turn down the work now?”
“I said it’s a possibility. I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t warn you that it might happen—that’s not saying it will. That’s only saying it might. Possibly. I don’t really know. What I do know is, this case is dragging on with no real developments. There’s no light at the end of the tunnel. So, it’s possible Pax might pull out. I thought you should know.”
She was quiet the whole way back to her place, and I let her stew. It was easier that way, even when I knew I was going to face an explosion when she finally decided to let her opinions be heard. She had a way of blowing everything out of proportion and taking things personally—then taking them out on the closest person.
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