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“Now you’re getting it.” His mouth moved to my favorite spot at the base of my throat.
“Question is…” I pushed him back. I wanted to see the shift. When he went from tightly restrained to unleashed. My hands found his belt and began removing it. “When areyougetting it?”
He grabbed the back of my head and crashed his mouth on mine. His fingers fisted in my hair. Making quick work of his belt, I tossed it to the side and undid his pants. He groaned loudly in my mouth and ran his hands up my dress to loop his fingers around my panties.
In one quick motion, he pulled down my panties and turned me around. “Brace yourself, Counselor,” he commanded roughly in my ear. The graveled sound of my nickname nearly pushed me over the edge. My hands braced against either side of my desk.
He shoved my dress up past my waist.
“You came all this way for me.” I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning at the feeling of his fingertips teasing my wet entrance.
“And soon, you’ll be coming for me.” I couldn’t see his face, but I knew that victorious smirk was painted all over it. He pressed his fingers into me, tentatively pushing against the sensitive spot inside.
“What if I was in a meeting?” My voice hitched.
“I’m a busy man, Sloan.” His fingers begin to move at a fast pace in concert with his thumb teasing my clit. “You’d end it early. Because I needed to get something.”
“And—” He pushed another finger into me. My breath got caught in my throat. “That is?”
“What's mine.” Pulling his fingers from me and having the foresight to cover my mouth with his hand, he slammed into me in one swift motion. I moaned loudly. Thankfully, it was muffled. He kept his hand there as he began, removing it only when the pace hastened and I adjusted to him.
Once I had, his hand fisted my hair, pulling roughly with each thrust.
Oh, God.
Sex with Marcus switched between sensual and animalistic. I didn’t know which I liked more. But when he turned me around and pulled my hair,thatwas almost too much.
“Marcus,” I whimpered. I tried my best to control the volume of my moans. I had never been a screamer in the past, but sex with Marcus made every past sexual encounter pale in comparison. With him, it was a five-alarm fire making everything else seem like a poorly lit match. "Oh, God."
“No, but—” He leaned into my ear. His hands moved to my waist, and with each thrust, his fingers gripped harder into my hips. “You’re welcome to get on your knees and worship me.”
His thumb moved to press controlled circles along my clit. My nails sank into the desk. I was gettingsoclose. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He groaned, and his strokes became increasingly erratic. The pressure finally became too much. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming. The orgasm ripped through me, tearing me apart and piecing me back together.
My climax spurred his. He cursed under his breath, and his body became rigid momentarily. He slowed to stillness and leaned forward; his arms braced him alongside mine.
“Desk holds up,” he said with a chuckle while catching his breath, a casualness returning. He pulled away from me, getting dressed as he normally would if he were home. “Let’s test mine next.”
I turned to face him, flushed from the high he had just given me. I pulled up my panties and adjusted my dress. I was amazed at how quickly he could go from the animal that bent me over my desk to the calm and collected CEO.
It made me want to pull those clothes off again.
He adjusted his tie and pressed a short kiss on my lips. “I’ll see you tonight.”
I collapsed into my chair. The annoyance of the day had been fucked right out of me.
CHAPTER39
Sloan
Dating Marcus was like dating a stranger I’d known my whole life. The walls he had built over the years were hardly all the way down, but I didn’t have to wait for a rare occasion to peek behind them anymore. He was a little more himself to me every day.
Discovering little things about him was a thrill, like how he would absentmindedly trace the outline to the fleur-de-lys when he was lost in thought. His mother was a French history scholar. It seemed to be a relic that stuck with him. I never asked about it, but it felt intimate to know.
I was quickly becoming accustomed to his gentleness when we were alone. How he stroked my hair while we watched TV, or how his hand would rest on the small of my back whenever we walked together. I never wanted any of it to end.
Marcus texted me that we’d be going out tonight, but that was the only hint he gave me. After work, I briefly returned to my place to get some clothing and a few other things, and then made my way to Marcus’s. I had stayed there every night since Brussels.
