playing right now, or follow whatever devious rules he was making her abide by.
She bit down on her lower lip, something she had never done for another man before. Two words described Taylor’s sexual experience best- boring and short-lived. And she had never, ever , messed around with a total stranger. “Yes, Mr. Marcus,” she muttered softly.
She couldn’t believe she was showing a man who was this cold, a man who clearly thought nothing more of her than an object to do what he pleased with, this much reverence. But something inside her told her to follow along, no matter what.
What’s the matter with me?
He released her hand and grabbed both sides of her ass, pulling her crotch into his hardness even more. His strong hands on her ass in this manner made her sweet spot melt in her underwear. And she suddenly found herself having the most deranged thoughts she’d ever had, like thoughts of him ripping her little blue dress off and fucking her hard and fast right here in this room.
“I don’t like that you tried to walk out like that right in the middle of my lecture,” he said. The bulge in his pants felt huge as it poked and prodded her in places that only one man before him had been. “Kids like you are used to having everything handed to them. Just say the word and Mommy and Daddy will take care of it. Isn’t that right?”
No, not even close , she thought. Her mother and father split up when she was four, and it had been a living hell ever since, until she got old enough to get out on her own, not that that’s been all that much better.
But she didn’t want him to know she wasn’t a student at Baldpate, then he’d really be mad.
“I’m sorry, Colton, I didn’t mean to offend you like that. I just…”
His eyes narrowed even more. “Don’t ever call me by my first name without my permission,” he said, his voice even less patient than it had just been. He shook his head and flashed an evil grin as he looked away from her, as if he just couldn’t believe who and what he was dealing with right now.
She slouched over and peered down at his shiny black dress shoes as she said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Marcus.”
“We’ll see about that.” And then he began to slide the top of her dress down and over her breasts.
Her eyes grew wide as his fingers skillfully unhooked her silver bra from behind, forcing her tits to come popping out at him.
She was furious.
But she didn’t want him to stop doing whatever it was he was doing to her.
And from what she could tell, he showed no signs of stopping anything.
He squeezed her breast, forcing her stiff nipple to point directly towards him. Then Marcus began to trace her bare nipple with his tongue. She bit down on her lower lip and moaned. The billionaire pinched her other nipple with his fingers, forcing her to swing her head back as she winced from just the right amount of pain.
No man had taken over her body like this before, in part because she had never let it happen. But Colton Marcus wasn’t the type of man to ask for permission from someone like Taylor Ward.
This can’t be happening . She looked around the conference room, the fucking conference room for damn sake! Here she was, having her breasts sucked and pinched by Colton Marcus, a man she had no business whatsoever being with at all.
She reached for his chest, her fingers seemingly having a mind of their own. She grabbed onto his mountainous chest muscles and began to slide her hands down his side.
“No!” Marcus ordered. “Keep your hands to yourself, Ms. Ward.”
She startled, then immediately complied as she brought her hands back down to her side. By now her pussy was dripping wet beneath her dress. It nearly killed her not to touch him; not to be able to explore his body further like he was exploring hers.
So unfair , she thought. Not that she wasn’t partly relieved that she had to keep her hands to herself, at least that way she wouldn’t feel guilty about going after a