7
Marcus was daring her break his fucking rules, so he could break them too.
He lost his head when the sexy as fuck woman entered his office with her perfect round breasts taunting him in a clingy little black number. He couldn’t tell if it was the dress that made her look totally fuckable, or if it was just her.
And those glossy pink lips of hers that belonged on his dick… fuck yeah!
Dragging a hand over his bristles, he recalled the intense sensation that charged straight to his balls when he finally touched her.
It nearly forced him to fuck her over the desk. She was so warm and inviting, never mind the heat of her wet pussy that clenched his fingers, begging for more.
Marcus nodded to himself because getting her out of the room was the best plan. Sure, he was an ass for finger fucking her to a climax and then throwing her out at haste, but damn, he needed to feel how wet she was for him.
Had he not opened the door when he did, then would have broken the rules. To never get involved with a woman, never mind a Verto Veneri client.
He wasn’t part of a couple, nor did he want a long term relationship, or any kind of relationship for that matter.
Marcus hit speed. “Donna Marie has Rory O’Hare been successful tonight?” he barked into the receiver.
“He sure has, left a while ago with Jacqueline Simpson. They’re in room 505, Mr. McGrath.” Donna Marie was paid good money to run The Fitz leg of Verto Veneri.
She made it her business to know everyone and everything while they spent time in the club. It was her job to organise each event and chose which night in the month suited best.
Marcus left his office and marched to the security room which housed the CCTV footage for the entire hotel. He shook hands with O’Brien and Donovan who kept an eye on the club members outside of their bedroom antics.
“Show me the Verto bar,” he commanded.
He studied the screen, quickly locating Lana as she entered the busy bar, wandering aimlessly through the guests on the hunt for her asshole boyfriend.
Marcus knew Rory was, otherwise, entertained. Lana was alone and the prey of every sex ravenous male who had yet to pair up. He felt an odd twang of possessiveness, or was it just anger at the thought of those parasites skirting around her, hoping to get inside her panties, just like he had.
Watching intently, he hoped she would leave, untouched by anyone else.
This gorgeous woman had just strolled into his life, a lustful temptress who filled him with an unfamiliar feeling of longing, like he wanted her, to own her.
The only problem with that crazy idea was the fact she belonged to another man.
He could steal her, but Marcus didn’t want to keep her, or any other woman for that matter. She was better off with her boyfriend.
Yet his heart was racing and his dick was on high alert and there was no way he would let a member of his club touch her.