I squirmed, saying finally, “A secret code.”
“A secret code,” Marcus echoed blankly. “For what?”
I stared at him. “You know.”
Marcus’ lips slowly compressed.
“It was a perfectly reasonable assumption to make,” I said defensively.
“Of course.” But his shoulders had begun to shake.
“It really was!”
And then he was laughing. “Ah, bambina.” In one swift motion, he was on his feet and he had me out of the chair and in his arms, my legs automatically around his waist while my arms went around his neck.
Marcus grinned at me. “I am glad that this part of you has not changed either.”
“I’m not,” I muttered, “and this is your fault. You just keep saying things that I either don’t get or I’m bound to misunderstand—-” I threw him an accusing look. “And you know it!”
But Marcus only smirked. “If it is any consolation,bambina,that, err, kind of merger had always been part of today’s, err, agenda.”
The last word had him smirking again, and my face flamed anew.
“So how about you decide,bambina,” Marcus purred. “Do we begin with the traditional merger—-”
I tried not to look disappointed.
“Or do we take a little detour with theothertype of merger?” His burning gaze dropped to my mouth as he spoke.
Heat spread over my body, and I found myself wetting my lips.
A low growl erupted from Marcus, and I could feel my pussy actually quivering in response.
“What’s it to be,” Marcus asked roughly.
“Can we—-” I swallowed hard. “Take the detour first?”
“Fuck, yes.”
And then there was no chance to speak. Marcus’ mouth slammed over mine, and there wasn't any chance to think either. My arms tightened around his neck as I surrendered to his kiss, thinking all the while,Too long.
It’s been too long.
I felt Marcus start to move without breaking our kiss, and I closed my eyes as I felt his hands squeeze the cheeks of my ass. A moment later, and I heard things falling on the floor as he settled me on his desk.
Oh.
This was totally, totally,totallymy favorite office tryst scenario—-
And then I felt Marcus’ hands going under my skirt, and I jerked against his body in a mixture of fear and excitement.
His head lifted, and he stared down at me with lust glittering in his dark eyes. “I want you to scream.”
I whimpered and writhed at the words. “But people could hear—-”
A smile slashed his lips. “Exactly.” And then his hands started moving again.
He disposed of my panties first, pulling them down for a few inches before losing patience and ripping them off my body.