Chapter 52
Marcus
When the door locked behind us, she exhaled audibly. “It’s not what it looked like, sir.”
I watched her stutter at first and then kneaded her fingers. “I promise I was working on it and the whole conversation sprung out. I wasn’t playing around instead of working.”
I studied her, my hunger for her intensifying as she muttered those words and licked her bottom lips as a way of finalizing each sentence. Her dark long hair is pulled back, leaving her neck on display.
“Why didn’t you mention it?” Her forehead showcased some furrows and I could tell she was getting slightly confused or pretending to be.
“Mention what?” she asked and as she exhaled, I watched her chest rise and fall.
Without any more words, I moved closer to her against my better judgment till she was pressed against the wall.
“About the breakup.”
Her mouth gaped and it took everything in me to not drop my pants and have her mouth wrapped around my hard–on.
She tried to speak but she couldn’t. Her body was reacting to the intensity of my touch but more than that, I was feeling an adrenaline rush from the images in my head and the satisfaction I was feeling from knowing that she was no longer my son’s girlfriend.
“Did you know about this all along?” she asked with a scowl.
“If I did,
you would have known just like you are now.”
I held her neck, brushing my lips against her collarbone.
“You said this will never happen again,” she said trying to stifle a moan.
“The question should be, don’t you want this?” I wrapped her ponytail around my fist and leaned into her ear. “The look you
you do.” gave me at the conference room confirmed that
I pressed forward to her till she could feel how hard I already was before stepping back. “Or am I wrong?”
And just like the hunger, she grabbed me and pressed her mouth against mine.
Fuck, Melissa.
Her hands immediately began reaching for my belt while I shoved her pencil skirt up to her waist.
“Still no panties, huh?”
Her hands reached my engorged cock and a groan escaped my lips. She was breathing so hard like she wanted this already but I had other plans.
“Don’t be in such a hurry, Miss Kane. We’ve got quite some time
It was almost break time and everyone was expected to go on their break: Well, except the both of us.
I pressed the pad of my thumb against her entrance and her head fell back.
“But unless you want everyone including Chloe to hear you, I suggest you keep it low.”
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In as much as her being a loud moaner was a major turn–on for me, I still needed her to be calm while I finger–fuck her.
My hands moved in a circle, preparing her for a greater incoming pleasure. She gave a nod and whimpered as I found her swollen clit and placed my other hand behind her neck.
In one turn, I licked her earlobe causing her to moan to the sensation. “You’re going to do as I say,” I told her.
She gave a nod.
“Take this off, one after the other,” I ordered gesturing to the buttons of her chiffon shirt. She did and by the time her buttons were undone, I smirked at the thoughts clouding my head.
Pressing one hand on the desk, I cupped a breast with my other hand, palming her. A moan escaped her lips as I rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Keep it low, Miss Kane.”
“There are quite several things I want to do to you,” I whispered hotly in her ear, his voice like a hard warning. “You know that.”
“Ourghhh.”
“But first, I’ll have to say you’ve put on a good show so far.”
“What?” she asked as my thumb caressed her clit, making her scoot forward. She pushed some files on the table and when she looked at them, I thumbed her faster.
“You’re not thinking of picking them up, are you?”
She gasped. “Do I need to remind you that I’m the Boss here?” Without waiting for a response, I pulled out my fingers and gave it a gentle lick. I stood between her legs again, pushing them open wider. “Put your feet up on my desk.”
Disbelief clouded her. “What?” she swallowed hard realizing I wasn’t going to repeat myself. “Uh–okay.”
She lifted her heeled feet onto the edge of his desk. My body shot up as she sat perched on my desk, wide open, my table soaked from her desire.
“Please Marcus— just do it.”
“Doesn’t sound like a need,” I teased her, holding the crown of my cock.
“Fuck, please. Please just―ourgh.”
“I’m not touching you,” I told her. “You’ll touch yourself while you watch me.”
I’ve always wondered what she looks like masturbating to my touches and I may just be getting one of my many wild thoughts manifesting.
“Now.”
Her skin sizzled as she dipped a hand between her legs.
Her skin sizzled and she dipped a hand between her legs.
She kept going while I stroked myself from top to bottom, looking at her mouth widen from looking at me. Her eyes blazed darkly at me. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
I shook my head. “No.”
I went faster, and she increased her pace, adjusting to the table. She’s the most beautiful woman when touching herself. I could spend the whole day staring at her and jerking off and that would serve just like it is now. I felt it boiling through me,
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rising to my core, and with a harder stroke, I came all over the table.
Her face rose with both envy and pleasure. She hadn’t cum yet and I wanted that.
“That’s okay, pretty. You don’t have to cum.”
She looked at me. “What?”
“Well, if you want to, then I can send someone to pick you up later.” With that, I adjusted my pants and brushed the bridge of my nose.
