Deceive 2 (Book 2 of the Deceive series) (4 page)

“Marcus,” I sigh against his lips, and he smiles before thrusting his tongue back into my mouth.

His hands slips down to fondle the buttons of my blouse. The tightness of my collared shirt releases from my breasts, exposing my bra. “This is all I’ve thought about for weeks,” he says, his mouth grazing my jaw. “The taste of you on my tongue.”

“I can think of a few other things that have crossed my mind,” I rasp, as my hand reaches forward to caress his stiff cock hidden beneath fabric, yearning to break free. He groans as his lips open and his tongue presses against the sensitive skin of my neck. Instinctively, I shiver and my palm digs into his groin, massaging the rock hard bulge.

The elevator bell dings, indicating that we have reached our destination. I know without a doubt I will be following him into his suite, ignoring the hunger pangs that were luring me to the restaurant. As the door slides open and Marcus lifts his mouth from mine, he doesn’t move. I’m still pinned between him and the wall when his hand reaches over to press the “door open” button. I stare at him questioningly, wondering why we aren’t already in his room, preferably in his bed. The look he returns matches my licentious craving, though behind the delirium in his eyes I also see accountability.

“Before you come in, you need to know something,” he says as he tucks a strand of hair that’s fallen from my chignon behind my ear. “I won’t be satisfied with only one night with you.”

I swallow hard. “I think that is a problem I will enjoy solving.”

“Good.” He smiles. “And one other thing, even more important than the first. No matter where this takes us, this will not affect your job or my tremendous respect for you.” He raises a brow to make sure I understand what he is saying. “I want you. The whole package. But it is your call if you want to come in with me. I will not pressure you in any way to take that step.”

I do my best to hide a smile. “Yes, Mr. Knight.”

He shakes his head before brushing his lips across mine. “In this room, I am not your boss. It’s you who’s in charge.” He plants a soft kiss. “I am at your mercy, Ms. Caldwell.”

I part my lips gently, accepting his kiss and latching on to his bottom lip where I suck on the plump skin. He groans in my mouth and yanks me to him, kicking my shoes out of the elevator. He walks us backwards until we’re finally in his suite.

His lips find mine again as we enter the foyer, backing into the large, round table in the middle of the room and knocking over the obscenely large vase of flowers sitting atop it. I gasp in his mouth at the ear piercing shattering of glass, to which he says, “Fuck it, I’ll add it to my tab.” A smile morphs onto his lips before they engulf mine again. I pull at his shirt, lifting it from beneath his waistband as he undoes the last of my buttons and slides my blouse from my shoulders. His mouth trails down my neck to my collar bone as his fingers tantalize the outside of my lacey black bra. My head falls back in wanting as he gently pushes the delicate fabric aside and palms my supple breasts.

“I lied before,” he says as his mouth skims down my shoulder. “I’ve fantasized about more than just your lips.” His tongue flicks against my sensitive nipple and I inhale sharply as he repeats the motion. I wrap my arms tightly around his head, running my nails along his scalp as his mouth opens to take in as much of my breast as he can. His hands snake behind my back and effortlessly unclasp my bra, slipping the straps down my arms and tossing it to the side. I’m left standing nearly naked, except for my tight pencil skirt, to which Marcus says admiringly, “You should come to work like this every day.”

I unbutton his shirt, shoving it off his shoulders and I run my hand down his solid chest. “Only if you come to work every day like this.”

He lifts a brow. “I think we could arrange something.”

His shirt hits the ground. Taking in his bare, masculine chest and the way his muscles ripple from his shoulders down his arms makes my sex clench and my body shudder in anticipation. I need him. Now. I reach for his belt, quickly unlatch the buckle and slide the leather strap from his pants.

I loop it around his waist and pull him to me, securely locking him in place. He laughs as he falls into me and I walk us back until my legs hit the couch in the middle of the suite.

“You do like to take control,” he purrs.

I drop the belt and open his fly, sliding his pants to the ground. “Oh, you have no idea, Mr. Knight.” I lift his boxer briefs over his hard bulge and slip them down, his long, thick cock completely exposed and begging to be touched. A slow hiss releases from his lips as the last of his clothing is shed. Now, it’s my turn. I slowly undo the back zipper of my skirt and seductively shimmy the fabric to my ankles, kicking it to the side. His eyes drift down my body, drinking me in like I’m all he needs to quench his thirst.

He grazes the lace of my panties, following the line from my center to the thin string at my hip that slides into my ass. He grips my firm cheek and pulls me hard against him, his mouth slamming into mine. I can so clearly remember the sensation of him inside me, the way it fills me up and stretches me farther than I could imagine it would fit. It’s as though he was inside of me just yesterday. So, when his mouth starts to wander down my breasts to my belly to below my panty line, I stop him and say, “Later.” Taking his hands from my hips, I push him down onto the couch. “I need you in me now.”

I lean forward until my breasts kiss his face and I’m straddling his thighs. Slowly, I lower myself down and grind my hips, my clothed sex pressing against the firmness of him.

“Don’t tease me,” he growls as he wraps his arms tight around my back, his mouth opening to take in a breast. He lifts my hips up just enough to slip a finger around my thong and slide the string aside. I am so wet I receive him without resistance. A deep, carnal groan leaves his lips and I sigh with pleasure when he fills me up. I swivel my hips in his lap before reaching up on my toes only to glide back over the thick of his shaft again. I reach back and rest my palms on his knees and pick up my pace, fucking him with the same vigor as when he had me pressed against the window.

He’s marveling at the pure enjoyment of me dominating him and I know its because he’s used to being the one in control. He also doesn’t know how to give it up. He takes me by the hips and lifts me so that I am on my tip toes and he pumps into me voraciously, saying my name as he thrusts in and out. I grasp hold of his shoulders to keep steady, the pounding of his cock makes me lose all other senses than what is happening directly between my thighs.

“
Fuck
,” he snarls. “I’m so deep.”

I lean forward, taking back the control, and push him even farther into me. A low groan slips past his lips as his mouth ravenously devours mine. His hand kneads my breast in a way that is both pleasurable and edged with a hint of pain. Just the way I like it. I drive my hips into him, my sensitive bundle of nerves rubbing against his shaft, taking me so close to the edge.

His head falls back against the cushion, his fingers digging into my hips as he rides with me. “You fuck so good,” he breathes.

I lean in to whisper at his ear. “I haven’t showed you all my tricks yet, Mr. Knight.” I slip him out of me, his lengthy wet and hard falling against the tuft of black hair. He looks up at me as I turn away from him, pushing his legs open and sliding between his thighs, slowly gliding him back into me.

“Yes,” he hisses, grabbing a fistful of my ass in each hand and guiding me as I grind against him. I lean forward grabbing hold of my ankles moving all my strength to my core, giving him a magical view of my ass bouncing up and down on him. He slaps at my firm cheeks as I fuck him, causing me to cry out for more. He starts to move with me and I know he is ready to dominate. I lean back and open my legs to slide over the top of his thighs, giving him full control to take over. I want him to fuck me as hard as he can. I want the swell of him to ravish my tight little hole. His shaft hits the secret spot that makes me nearly go mad with pleasure. My mind goes numb as I’m lost in the sensation of being so close to release.

“Yes,” he encourages. “I want to hear you come, Anna.”

My eyes close and my lips open as a slow moan turns into a wanton shriek just as he slams into me and I explode into a shuddering orgasm. Pushing my hips down onto him, he swivels himself against me. I pulsate around his length as my orgasm multiplies into mini aftershocks. He slows his rhythm as my breath calms to a pant.

“Suck me,” he pleads.

I happily oblige. I slither off of him and turn to kneel between his open, athletic, legs. His cock glistens with my nectar and throbs and I know he so close to the edge. I take him hungrily in my mouth and work his shaft with my hand as my tongue slides up and down his hard length, swiveling the tip like candy. I make a suction cup with my lips and suck hard, licking and flicking with my tongue. He swears and grabs the sides of my head, pumping his hips, driving his cock to the back of my throat. I hold him there, pressed as deep as I can take him. I want him to experience the same ecstasy he brought me. A slew of expletives shoot from his lips as he explodes inside me. Hot liquid fills my mouth and I drink him down eagerly.

Slowly, I pull up off my knees and slide back onto his lap, curling up against him. His head is back against the couch, eyes to the ceiling, as he catches his breath. His chest shimmers with perspiration as if he’d just finished a jog, when really, he hasn’t even stood up. His arms wrap around me and he tilts his head to meet my eyes. “I think there could be benefits to our relationship with us also working together, Ms. Caldwell.” He traces a finger up and down my spine. It sends shivers through me and I tremble against him. Marcus smiles and kisses my shoulder. “I see many lunch breaks together. And late meetings.”

I lift an eyebrow and smile in return. “So, now we have a relationship?”

With that one sentence, his expression grows solemn. “I meant it when I said I wouldn’t just want one night with you.” He pauses. “Is that what you want?”

I run my hand through his dark hair, watching the way my fingers get lost in his black waves. “I wouldn’t be satisfied even with many nights with you.”

His smile returns. “You know, we will have to keep it secret for a while. Just long enough so people don’t think you got the job merely because you fuck so damn good.”

“Hmm,” I say coyly. “I don’t remember putting that on my resume.”

“It’s a good thing. You may have not settled for me.”

“I am far from settling.”

He watches me intently and I want so badly to know what’s going through his head. What is it that he sees when he looks at me like this? It’s as though he’s astonished that I somehow happened into his life.

“What is it about you, Anna, that makes me feel as though I have known you my whole life? When, really, I know so little about you. I look forward to spending time getting to know you, what makes you tick, what your secrets are, why your eyes fall away from me when I give you a compliment.” His hands slip behind my head to the knot of hair on my neck. Slowly he unties the band letting my long, chocolate waves tumble over my shoulders. “You intrigue me.”

I close my eyes drinking in the sensation of his fingers running through my hair. It’s been so long since I’ve let a man get this close to me. After Brandon, I wondered if I would ever let a man into my heart again. But with Marcus, there’s an intensity toward him growing inside me that I’ve never felt before. It’s terrifying and electrifying at the same time. I want to trust my heart and let him in. But how do you trust something that has been so easily shattered?

“I’ve been broken,” I admit.

“I have, too,” he says. “We can find our way together.”

“Tell me who hurt you,” I say.

He looks past me as though he sees a ghost standing behind me. “A cruel, selfish woman I should have never let into my life.” His voice is thick with venom. A flicker of fear runs through my body as I wonder if his anger is driven by the possibility that he isn’t over her. Passion and hatred run a parallel line. I know that better than anyone.

“Stay with me tonight,” he says, his attention returning to me. “I want you in bed next to me.”

I kiss him softly and smile against his lips. “You know I can’t do that, Marcus. What happens when I show up to work tomorrow in the same clothes I
technically
never went home in?”

“Then they will assume you are a very diligent worker.” He chuckles in return. “Okay, but maybe for future reference you should think of packing a bag…”

“Maybe I should,” I agree. “Besides, it’s not my bed time yet…”

He raises a brow. “Maybe a little room service and wine before you go?”

“You call, I’ll turn on the fireplace.”

It is well after one in the morning when I leave Marcus’s suite. Sneaking out the back door of the hotel, I do my best to hide from any employees who might wonder what I’m doing and where I’ve been for the last several hours. Once back at my own place, I fall asleep quickly, but the alarm clock sounds too soon. I dress in a gray pant suit with a pale yellow button down underneath that’s popped open just enough to be respectful, while still teasing Marcus with a hint of cleavage when I lean in towards him. I pull my hair into the low chignon which is my signature work style and add a dash of makeup.

When I enter the hotel, a smile is plastered animatedly on my face, post coital glow still on my cheeks.

Immediately, I wonder where he is, if he’s in his office, if he’s alone, if I can surprise him in his suite before he comes down for work. I walk to the front desk to ask Amber, the lobby receptionist, if she’s seen Mr. Knight this morning.

Amber sees me approaching and looks up with a fearful expression and what appears to be a heated conversation with a female guest. I put on my manager face, ready to take over and diffuse whatever fire is being thrown in Amber’s direction. Is the woman’s room not clean enough? Did she run out of hot water? Was the couple in the next room having sex too loudly? I’ve heard it all before, and usually guest complaints have validity. Other times, it’s a ploy to try and get a free breakfast.