Chapter Ten
MARCUS
“Babe, who was that?”
+25 BONUS
I set the phone down and leaned back in my seat, savouring the fact that Olivia was probably crying in her miserable little apartment. As Emily walked into the room, didn’t even move as she came and sat on my desk. I normally hated anyone doing that, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt.
“That… was my lovely wife,” I said with a slight chuckle. “She wants to know why I’m doing this to her.”
“Really?” Emily asked with a smirk as she crossed one leg over another. “And what did you tell her?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I chuckled as I kissed her open knee. She was wearing a tight black dress with a slit that ran all the way up to her thigh, and the exposed skin was causing a shiver to crawl down my spine.
“Marcus,” she chuckled, pushing me away as she giggled. We both knew it was just pretend, and she wanted me to take things further. But I enjoyed teasing her, and I enjoyed dragging things out slowly until she couldn’t take it
anymore.
“Don’t worry about Liv,” I said. “She’s in the past. And your” I paused to kiss her, “are my present. And my
future.”
“Mm,” she moaned as my hands crawled up her legs slowly, resting on her thighs delicately. She was so warm, and so soft that I just wanted to bury my face in her bosom. She’d shaved recently, and her legs were so smooth that I wanted to feel them against my cheek. She loved being touched, and I especially loved what my touch could do to her.
“What time do we have to leave?” I asked, glancing at my phone screen. It was still 11am, which meant we had some time before we had to attend the fundraiser.
“We are supposed to leave by 1pm,” she said, her breath coming in short bursts. “But something tells me we can! delay for just a little bit, right babe?”
“You read my mind,” I chuckled as I pulled her off the table and onto my lap. She yelped slightly out of shock, but she quickly relaxed as I took her lips in mine and slowly snaked my hands up her waist. I kissed her like it was the only thing I was meant to do, like she was the only thing that mattered to me in that moment because she was. I kissed her as my hands undid the straps of her dress, and her lips parted to accept my tongue. She tasted sweet, like strawberries with a light drizzle of chocolate. My cock stirred at the thought of dropping her on the table and fucking her brains out, but I decided to take it slow, focusing on the pleasure that we were both supposed to feel.
“Did you get all dressed up for me?” I murmured against her lips as I pulled down her dress slowly. She was gasping for breath now, her fingers digging into the desk as she arched her head backwards and allowed me access to her neck. I kissed every inch of her neck, flicking my tongue beside her ear in the way I knew she liked. I knew my way around her body, and every inch of her responded to my touch as the dress pooled around her waist.
“Yes!” she gasped. “Oh God yes!”
