spread wide open. I want to taste you. I want to make you come. Keep your arms over your head." Satisfaction laced his voice. He'd taken control back and he intended to wield it.
His words pushed her higher. Her body stretched out along the surface of the table, trembling with desire, exposed to his gaze and ready for his use. She was his, for his pleasure, but for hers as well.
Marcus returned his attention to her delicate bud, using his tongue to flick it back and forth. He pressed his mouth to her and sucked gently.
Tabitha quivered, balanced on the precipice between coherent thought and mindless passion. Marcus propelled her over the brink as his searching lips found her most responsive spot once again and drove her toward completion. Tabitha struggled to contain the moans that bubbled up her throat as she writhed on the table, her orgasm overtaking her.
Just as she felt herself slide down from the peak, Marcus entered her, taking her with long-suppressed need. Slick with arousal, she accepted him readily. She'd ached for him for so long. As he filled her, he satisfied the need not only of her body, but her soul. With unrelenting passion, he took her powerfully, driving deep again and again.
Tabitha rose to meet him as her desire crested again. A strangled cry escaped as heated spasms dominated her reality. She reveled in the musky scent of their coupling, the hard surface beneath her and Marcus's hot, burning skin pressed to hers.
Marcus didn't hesitate. "Yes! Tabitha!" He buried himself deep within her as he reached his completion. He collapsed, half on her, half on the table.
Tabitha lay gasping, trying to catch her breath. Marcus's heavy weight crushed her, but she didn't want to let go. As coherent thought returned, she wondered how long they had been in the conference room. Half an hour? Longer? Good thing her boss was out of the office today.
Tabitha cupped Marcus's cheek. "I can't believe we just did this."
Marcus kissed her and nipped her ear. "Are you sorry?"
"You need to ask?" She nuzzled against his jaw.
He turned her eyes to his. "You didn't answer my question."
"I'm not sorry. How could I be? I missed you … and now you're here. No. I'm not sorry." She paused, considering. "Although perhaps this wasn't the best location."
Marcus laughed. "You may be right."
Tabitha traced the line of his spine with her fingertips. "Did you know I was here?"
"Yes. I knew where to find you." He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent.
"How?" Tabitha's bewilderment seeped into her voice.
"Your beach tote had the firm name on the side. One phone call and I knew you were an employee here."
Tabitha wondered why he hadn't contacted her sooner. A phone call wasn't so difficult, was it?
Marcus folded her into a close embrace. "I'll say it again. I'm sorry. When my father called, he was enraged. Coron has tried to take over Granger Pharma before. I couldn't let that happen. And with Monica being involved, things are complicated."
"Your sister?" Tabitha thought back to the argument she'd witnessed in Hawaii. Even in disagreement, she'd been able to sense their strong family bond.
"Yes. She may have even provided Coron with unreleased information." Anger tempered his voice.
"Isn't that a breach of her fiduciary duty?"
"It might be. I don't know exactly what she did yet. I haven't had a chance to question her. Frankly, she won't return my calls. She's pissed about being fired."
"But would she turn on her own family?"
"She was very angry about having her idea shot down again. She doesn't believe our father takes her seriously, and she may be right."
"What are you going to do?"
Marcus got to his feet. "Right now, I'm going to get dressed." He removed his pants from the chair and put them on.
"You know that's not what I meant." Tabitha sighed with exasperation.
"I know. I've had meetings most of the day. We've been working on ideas since I got back to New York." Marcus shrugged into his shirt and
His words pushed her higher. Her body stretched out along the surface of the table, trembling with desire, exposed to his gaze and ready for his use. She was his, for his pleasure, but for hers as well.
Marcus returned his attention to her delicate bud, using his tongue to flick it back and forth. He pressed his mouth to her and sucked gently.
Tabitha quivered, balanced on the precipice between coherent thought and mindless passion. Marcus propelled her over the brink as his searching lips found her most responsive spot once again and drove her toward completion. Tabitha struggled to contain the moans that bubbled up her throat as she writhed on the table, her orgasm overtaking her.
Just as she felt herself slide down from the peak, Marcus entered her, taking her with long-suppressed need. Slick with arousal, she accepted him readily. She'd ached for him for so long. As he filled her, he satisfied the need not only of her body, but her soul. With unrelenting passion, he took her powerfully, driving deep again and again.
Tabitha rose to meet him as her desire crested again. A strangled cry escaped as heated spasms dominated her reality. She reveled in the musky scent of their coupling, the hard surface beneath her and Marcus's hot, burning skin pressed to hers.
Marcus didn't hesitate. "Yes! Tabitha!" He buried himself deep within her as he reached his completion. He collapsed, half on her, half on the table.
Tabitha lay gasping, trying to catch her breath. Marcus's heavy weight crushed her, but she didn't want to let go. As coherent thought returned, she wondered how long they had been in the conference room. Half an hour? Longer? Good thing her boss was out of the office today.
Tabitha cupped Marcus's cheek. "I can't believe we just did this."
Marcus kissed her and nipped her ear. "Are you sorry?"
"You need to ask?" She nuzzled against his jaw.
He turned her eyes to his. "You didn't answer my question."
"I'm not sorry. How could I be? I missed you … and now you're here. No. I'm not sorry." She paused, considering. "Although perhaps this wasn't the best location."
Marcus laughed. "You may be right."
Tabitha traced the line of his spine with her fingertips. "Did you know I was here?"
"Yes. I knew where to find you." He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent.
"How?" Tabitha's bewilderment seeped into her voice.
"Your beach tote had the firm name on the side. One phone call and I knew you were an employee here."
Tabitha wondered why he hadn't contacted her sooner. A phone call wasn't so difficult, was it?
Marcus folded her into a close embrace. "I'll say it again. I'm sorry. When my father called, he was enraged. Coron has tried to take over Granger Pharma before. I couldn't let that happen. And with Monica being involved, things are complicated."
"Your sister?" Tabitha thought back to the argument she'd witnessed in Hawaii. Even in disagreement, she'd been able to sense their strong family bond.
"Yes. She may have even provided Coron with unreleased information." Anger tempered his voice.
"Isn't that a breach of her fiduciary duty?"
"It might be. I don't know exactly what she did yet. I haven't had a chance to question her. Frankly, she won't return my calls. She's pissed about being fired."
"But would she turn on her own family?"
"She was very angry about having her idea shot down again. She doesn't believe our father takes her seriously, and she may be right."
"What are you going to do?"
Marcus got to his feet. "Right now, I'm going to get dressed." He removed his pants from the chair and put them on.
"You know that's not what I meant." Tabitha sighed with exasperation.
"I know. I've had meetings most of the day. We've been working on ideas since I got back to New York." Marcus shrugged into his shirt and
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