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The receptionist. Bad timing, lady.
“Marcus,” I whisper.
“Shhh,” he murmurs, then yells, “Be there in ten.”
“Did you want me to prepare the presentation?”
He slides his cock out then drives it back in, making me whimper into his chest.
“Yeah.”
“And what about morning tea? Who is organizing that?”
“Tell her to go away,” I whisper into his ear. “God. Marcus. I need you to fuck me harder.”
He flashes me a rare, wild grin and my heart does a little flip-flop. He tilts my hips, lifting them off the door slightly, and continues fucking me while he answers. My nipples harden against his suit jacket, and God, I want to come.
“Candice knows,” he yells out. “Now, if you don’t mind?”
“Right,” she says. “Sorry.”
He turns his face back to me, and starts fucking me hard again. I come after the second deep thrust and my body convulses around him.
“Yeah,” he grunts.
Then he’s coming too. He slows his thrusts, head thrown back, jaw tight. He milks himself using my body, groaning with each pull and push. Then he slowly lowers me off him and I straighten.
“I never said thank you,” I whisper.
His eyes flash to mine. “Thought that was what you just did.”
I smile shyly.
He studies me.
Then he turns away, something coming across his face I don’t quite understand.
“I have to go to this meeting,” he informs me.
“I know.”
“Dinner tonight, seven.”
It’s an order. I’m happy to oblige.
“Okay.”
“Marcus,” I whisper.
“Shhh,” he murmurs, then yells, “Be there in ten.”
“Did you want me to prepare the presentation?”
He slides his cock out then drives it back in, making me whimper into his chest.
“Yeah.”
“And what about morning tea? Who is organizing that?”
“Tell her to go away,” I whisper into his ear. “God. Marcus. I need you to fuck me harder.”
He flashes me a rare, wild grin and my heart does a little flip-flop. He tilts my hips, lifting them off the door slightly, and continues fucking me while he answers. My nipples harden against his suit jacket, and God, I want to come.
“Candice knows,” he yells out. “Now, if you don’t mind?”
“Right,” she says. “Sorry.”
He turns his face back to me, and starts fucking me hard again. I come after the second deep thrust and my body convulses around him.
“Yeah,” he grunts.
Then he’s coming too. He slows his thrusts, head thrown back, jaw tight. He milks himself using my body, groaning with each pull and push. Then he slowly lowers me off him and I straighten.
“I never said thank you,” I whisper.
His eyes flash to mine. “Thought that was what you just did.”
I smile shyly.
He studies me.
Then he turns away, something coming across his face I don’t quite understand.
“I have to go to this meeting,” he informs me.
“I know.”
“Dinner tonight, seven.”
It’s an order. I’m happy to oblige.
“Okay.”
He turns to me, pulls me forward, kisses me hard, and then he’s gone.
And I think I just fell in love with him.
And I think I just fell in love with him.
When I reach the front door, I rub my eyes and then swing the door open. There’s a good-looking man standing there, and as I take him in, he seems familiar some how. He’s tall, super tall. He’s got dark hair that curls around his shoulders, and chocolate brown eyes.
His skin is a beautiful olive and overall he’s quite handsome. Older, but handsome. Without a doubt. Something strange nags at my chest. It’s like I’ve met him before. Maybe he’s been into the office. I’m not sure, but there’s something about him...
“Is Marcus here?” he barks, cutting off my thoughts.
“Pardon?” I say.
Jesus, someone is rude.
“I said,” he growls, glaring past me. “Is Marcus here?”
“And you are...”
“The name is Pierre.”
My entire world stands still and everything falls into place. The reason I’ve seen him before, the
His skin is a beautiful olive and overall he’s quite handsome. Older, but handsome. Without a doubt. Something strange nags at my chest. It’s like I’ve met him before. Maybe he’s been into the office. I’m not sure, but there’s something about him...
“Is Marcus here?” he barks, cutting off my thoughts.
“Pardon?” I say.
Jesus, someone is rude.
“I said,” he growls, glaring past me. “Is Marcus here?”
“And you are...”
“The name is Pierre.”
My entire world stands still and everything falls into place. The reason I’ve seen him before, the
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