At the same time, they both leaned in, as if pulled together by some magnetic force. Roque took command of the kiss, putting his stamp of passion on her lips and making her whimper in response. He gently teased and nibbled her bottom lip, tenderly sucking her mouth, setting her body ablaze in the process. When his tongue swept inside and boldly stroked the insides of her mouth, she felt all her senses go on red alert. She returned the favor, fondling his tongue with her own, enjoying the erotic dance. His hands cupped her face; his fingers trailed whisper-soft caresses down her cheeks, her chin, and finally, her neck. Her skin was on fire where he touched her. It was as if he knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted to be touched. As she savored the taste of his wickedly delicious tongue, she wondered how long she could last against his erotic assault.
Usually, she was the one in control, the one who brought men under her spell. But right now, Roque had her spellbound. She was powerless to do anything but fall prey to his touch. As he plundered her mouth, Marlowe’s arms went up, caressing the hair at the nape of his neck. The sheet dropped, exposing her bare chest.
Roque’s hands cupped her breasts, kneading her nipples. When he tweaked the hard buds between his thumb and forefingers, she moaned in his mouth. He dragged his lips from hers and began ravaging her neck. She threw her head back as she succumbed to him nipping, biting, and sucking her delicate flesh.
“Damn, you taste good,” he murmured against her throat. “Let me taste all of you, Marlowe. Right now.”
She was swept up in a hedonistic vortex of pleasure. Roque wanted to taste her, and she wanted it too. “Yes,” she purred. “Taste me.”
She was ready to spread eagle for him on this table, if need be. She barely had time to form the thought before he laid her on her back and pulled her to the end of the table. He bent down low and hooked her knees over his shoulders.
He grasped her thighs in his palms. She held her breath, her juices already flowing, wanting—no, needing to feel his lips down there. His mouth was inches from her Brazilian waxed coochie, but he took his time, softly kissing the smooth skin of her thighs. She writhed with anticipation, practically salivating at the thought of his tongue on her clit.
He must have sensed her anxiousness because the next words that came from his mouth were, “Beg me to lick this pussy.”
“Please,” she begged. “Lick my pussy.”
He nodded, grabbing her ass with his strong fingers, sinking the pads of his fingertips into the soft flesh. He was making her want this so bad. Right now, she would do anything.
“Tell me you want me to suck your clit,” he commanded.
She was panting with need. She could feel the cream dripping and he hadn’t even touched her yet. “Suck my clit, pleeasse,” she begged.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you badly. Right now.” She thrust her pussy toward him. “Please, lick my clit. I need it. I need you.”
The first stroke of his tongue was heaven. Her body tensed, silently screaming for more. He licked again, sampling the folds of her pussy. His tongue was long and strong, licking over the smooth skin and dragging it slowly upward across her clitoris. She bucked and grinded against him as a river of creamy lava flowed through her.
“More, more,” she demanded. “Faster, harder.”
He flicked his tongue over her clit, sucking and pulling it. Her head thrashed from side to side. She arched her back. She moaned aloud. She didn’t care how much noise she made. She was enjoying every single second of this. Roque thrust his tongue deep inside her, darting it in and out. She pushed her pelvis against his face, finally opening her eyes long enough to watch his mouth and nose disappear into her wet flesh. The sight turned her on even more.
When Roque slipped a long finger inside her while sucking on her clit, she felt bursts of heat spasm inside her. She pushed her hips forward and tightened the muscles of her pussy around his thick finger. He slid his finger back and forth, rhythmically thrusting in and out of the milky wetness between her legs. A burning hot friction built in the pit of her stomach that threatened to send her over the edge.
“Two fingers,” she rasped. “Fuck me with two fingers.”
Roque obliged, thrusting another finger insider her wet pussy. She was instantly filled with his warm flesh. She bucked against his hand as he continued to lick her clit and stroke her with his fingers.
All too soon, a wave of ecstasy flooded her, sending volts of pleasure through her veins. Good thing she had the massage table for support. If she were standing, her knees wouldn’t hold her right now.
“Oh, God!” she gasped. “I’m coming.”
Roque was relentless. He unmercifully licked her until she rode the wave completely. She collapsed against the table, spent. Roque laid his head on her abdomen, his labored breathing mixing in tandem with her heavy breaths.
She lay motionless, sprawled beneath him. She was stunned by what had just happened. Who knew this man was capable of making her soar to such heights of pleasure?
“Yoo hoo!” she heard a voice call. “Sorry I’m late.”
Marlowe jumped up, pushed Roque away, and tucked the sheet around her.
Seconds later, Gustavo pranced into the room. “I had drama with my roommate,” he huffed. When he saw the scene in front of him, he stopped mid-stride and dropped the black bag he was carrying on the floor. His eyes flitted from Marlowe to Roque, who was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Roque’s amused gaze captured hers. He licked his lips like a lion that had just finished devouring his prey. Instead of looking embarrassed, a rakish grin covered his lips.
Gustavo cleared his throat. “Uh, should I come back later?”
TEN
Hours later, Roque still had Marlowe on the brain. Even though he’d showered, her sweet, tangy taste was still in his mouth and his nostrils. He liked it that way. He wanted to remember her scent. His dick was hard as marble just thinking about how he’d ravished her with his tongue. Now that he’d had a taste of her, he wanted more. He’d tried to ignore the uncontrollable lust he had for her, but just like everything else in life, when he was passionate about something, he had to let it run its course.
Marlowe Jones was no exception.
He would have her, and he would make her enjoy every minute of it. The only problem was he might lose himself in the process. Marlowe responded like a tigress in heat every time he touched her. It played havoc with his ego and his erection. He had to be careful around that one. She was a danger to his self-control.
He walked into the kitchen to see what Cook had prepared for dinner. She’d left something wrapped in foil warming in the oven. Beef Enchiladas with beans and rice. Hell, Marlowe wasn’t the dangerous one. Cook was. If she kept making these dishes, his waistline would be expanded in no time. He was seriously thinking about getting a personal trainer. He didn’t make it to the gym as much as he’d like to. And with Cook making these meals, in a few months, he’d be twice the man he was today—literally.
When his cell phone rang, he jogged from the kitchen to where he’d left it on the hall table. He reached for it, thinking it was Marlowe, ready to finish what they’d started. When he looked at the number on the display, his mood immediately soured. Why was Natalyn calling him? Anything she needed to say, she could say to Jade.
He picked it up, ready for battle. Then he remembered, she was scheduled for her custody weekend with Jade. He’d bet his retirement fund she was calling to cancel.
“Yes?” He didn’t bother to hide the irritation in his voice when he answered.
“Well, hello to you, too,” Natalyn quipped.
Roque didn’t know why she wanted him to be bothered with pleasantries. He didn’t even do that for people he liked. He damn sure wasn’t about to do it for her. “I’m busy, Natalyn. What can I do for you?”
“Always direct and to the point. No matter how infrequently we talk, you never change.”
He was about five seconds from
hanging up. He had better things to do than entertain a woman who never seemed to have time for her own daughter.
“I was calling to see if this was my weekend to pick Jade up,” she continued.
“You know it is. You’ve had the same schedule for five years now, not that it matters. You never keep to it.”
“That’s why I hate calling you. You have a cruel streak a mile long.”
“Then why do you do it? There’s no need for us to speak. I bought Jade a cell phone with all the bells and whistles. Call her directly.”
“I tried to call, but I got an out of order recording.”
Roque blew out a deep breath. He didn’t have time for this shit. “What number are you calling?”
He listened as Natalyn rattled off an old number Jade had before he got her a new cell phone. “She changed that number six months ago. Maybe if you ever bothered to call her, you’d know.”
“What? Why am I just now finding this out?”
“Are you telling me it’s been six months since you’ve spoken to her?”
“We’ve emailed. Her email address is still the same.”
“Emailed?” Roque felt nothing but disgust for the mother of his child. He didn’t know what he’d ever seen in her. He was young and dumb, that was his best excuse.
“I’m trying, Roque. This isn’t easy, you know. I feel like I have nothing in common with my own daughter.”
“What about DNA?” he growled. “You have that in common.”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t. And I don’t think Jade knows either. All she knows is you don’t show up and you don’t call.”
“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy, Roque. I bet you’re telling her all kinds of shit about me. Poisoning her mind against me.”
“I don’t have to do that. You’re doing a fine job all by yourself.”
“You’re exasperating.”
“So I’ve been told. Anyway, do you want your daughter’s new phone number or not?”
“Why don’t you just deliver a message for me?”
He walked back into the kitchen and headed for the stove again. “I already know. You’re not coming this time either.”
“Damn you, Roque! Why are you putting words in my mouth?”
“Why are you angry at me, Natalyn? You’re the one destroying your relationship with your only child.”
“Listen, I didn’t call for this. You don’t understand what I’m going through.”
“Sure I do. You’re a selfish woman, concerned with only your own desires.”
“That’s not true. You don’t know how hard this has been on me…I…”
He refused to listen to any sob stories from her. She broke his heart and now she was trying to do the same with his daughter. He wouldn’t keep Natalyn from seeing Jade, but he wouldn’t let her continue to pour salt in the wound.
“Woman, you have more excuses than the ocean has fish. You want Jade to get your message? Deliver it yourself.”
He hung up. Every time he talked to Natalyn it left a bitter taste in his mouth. If he could have one do-over in life, it would be never having met that woman.
No, he stopped himself. I don’t wish that. If I’d never met Natalyn, I wouldn’t have Jade.
“She’s not coming, is she?”
Roque turned to find his daughter standing behind him. She’d overheard his entire conversation. “Uh, no, honey. She can’t make it this time. Something came up,” he told her. He swore he wouldn’t lie for Natalyn, but when it came to making Jade feel better, he didn’t mind.
She grabbed a can of grape soda from the fridge. “You don’t have to cover for her, Dad. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”
He nodded. “I want you to know this is not your fault. Your mother’s decisions have nothing to do with you or your behavior.” He’d heard of kids who blamed themselves for their parents’ actions. He wanted Jade to know it wasn’t her fault her mother was a nut case.
“I know,” Jade said. “I’m a vibrant, courageous, talented, young woman. She’s missing out on my best years.” Jade shrugged her shoulders. “It’s her loss.”
He wrapped his little girl in his embrace. “That’s my girl.”
She popped the top on her soda and sipped from it. “Well, if she’s not coming, I may as well go to dance camp this weekend.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a weekend camp the dance squad does every year. I’ve been invited as a guest. I figure if I’m going to join, I may as well see what it’s all about.”
“Wow. Once you make up your mind to do something, you go full speed ahead.”
She gave him a smile that made his heart melt. “Just like my dad.”
###
“It’s been a week since you spoke to him?”
“Almost a week.”
“How have you been communicating?”
“Through Olivia.”
“Hey, no fair using my personal assistant to do your dirty work.”
Marlowe laughed at Ronnie. “Olivia is happy to do anyone’s dirty work. It gives her a sense of purpose.”
“That’s putting it nicely.”
Marlowe smiled.
“So, tell me again, why are you avoiding Roque?” Ronnie asked.
“Because he licked me senseless.”
The two sat in Marlowe’s office reviewing the paperwork for Relay for Life. Ronnie had removed her shoes and had her feet propped in a nearby chair. “Remind me one more time—is that a bad thing?”
“Yes!” Marlowe declared.
“Why? Was the licking not to your satisfaction?”
“Oh, yeah, it was that and then some.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
Marlowe leaned back in her chair. “It was too good. I felt out of control with him.”
Who knew her body would respond so wantonly to Roque? After she’d embarrassed herself by turning into putty in his hands, she’d had Olivia contact Roque and accept the offer to sell on her behalf. A courier had delivered the contract the next morning. Roque’s offer was so generous, Marlowe couldn’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with his tongue massage the day before.
“I like giving up control in the bedroom,” Ronnie admitted. “Vic has this thing he does where he pours baby oil on me and he talks dirty to me…”
Marlowe snapped her fingers when Ronnie began to trail off. “Earth to Ronnie.”
“Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with letting go and enjoying yourself.”
That wasn’t how Marlowe operated. Yes, it was fine to lose yourself in the moment from time to time, but she was used to being in control. Something about Roque’s personality told her she’d always be submitting to him. Did she want that?
“It’s easy to let go with your husband,” Marlowe said. “You trust him.”
“You don’t trust Roque?” Ronnie asked.
“I don’t know him well enough to trust him.”
“No, I mean do you trust him with your body? Do you trust him enough to be vulnerable?”
Marlowe shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Ronnie nodded. “Invite him over. Let us meet him. We’ll be the judges of his character.”
“Absolutely not. Roque is crazy! He’s the kind of man that will take a yard if you give him an inch.”
“Sounds a lot like you.”
“Whatever.”
“So, what are you going to do about this man?”
“Nothing. I probably won’t hear from him again, unless it’s in regards to the sale. As far as I’m concerned, our business is done.”
“Hmm… Somehow, I have a feeling, you haven’t seen the last of Roque Coleman.”
A knock on Marlowe’s open door interrupted any further conversation. Penny stood in the doorway with a vase of flowers. “You have a delivery,” Penny told her.
“From who?”
“I’m not sure, but there’s a card.”
“What does it say?”
Penny read it aloud. “Say yes.”
“Say yes to what?”
Penny shrugged. “That’s what the card says. ‘Say yes.’”
Suddenly, Gator appeared in the doorway to Marlowe’s office, dressed in a black suit. “Good afternoon, Ms. Jones.” He bowed dramatically. “Mr. Coleman requests the honor of your company. He sent me to pick you up.”
Marlowe’s jaw dropped. She shot a glance at Ronnie. “I told you he was crazy.”
Ronnie laughed. “So, what are you going to do?”
She smirked. “There’s only one thing to do—say yes.”
###
If Marlowe Jones thought she’d seen the last of him, she was wrong. Roque had just dropped Jade off at school for her dance camp. She’d be spending the weekend with two dozen loud, squealing girls competing for a position on the squad. With his contracts sewed up, he had three days to himself. That hadn’t happened in a long time. And he knew just what to do with his time off.
Brett had made all the arrangements for him. He was not to be disturbed unless Jade needed him. He sat in one of the twelve seats in a private jet he’d chartered. He was nervous as hell. Marlowe was one of the few women who’d dared to say no to him. She did it out of sheer spite. There was no denying she was attracted to him. And he had to admit he wanted her too. He knew Marlowe felt the spark between them. He didn’t like it anymore than she did. Lustful attractions like this kept him off his game. He needed to focus, and Marlowe Jones was making it hard as hell to do that. There was only one way to handle the situation. He had to get her out of his system. He figured a few days of unadulterated fucking where he indulged both his and her every fantasy should do the trick.
“Welcome aboard, Ms. Jones. Mr. Coleman is waiting for you.”
When Marlowe appeared in the entrance door to the aircraft, Roque stood up to greet her. Her cognac eyes landed on him, and she took her time sauntering to his seat.
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