Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 53764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Marco's feelings for her were growing as well, and she hoped they would continue to do so. But he never mentioned the future and he certainly never shared his feelings with her. At least, not verbally. What she received from him were only hints, clues she gleaned from their interactions.
She found it amusing that he'd once said he didn't need her for mundane things, like watching a movie together. But now, she realized that one of his most relaxing pastimes was losing himself in a movie they'd rent. But only with her under his arm, lying side by side on the couch.
A shiver of delight ran through her. She thrilled when she thought of the way he'd hold her face between his hands when they made love, his eyes latched onto hers, refusing to let her break the connection between them, as he steadily pumped his hips into hers, bringing them both slowly to orgasm.
But making love in that manner only came after. After he'd come home at night and had cornered her where she stood. It usually happened the moment he walked in the door. He'd find her, walk her to the nearest wall or countertop--and fuck her blind. There was never any stopping him, not that she wanted to, he was always on a mission, he had a one-track mind and getting her panties off was always it. At those times, her other clothes didn't matter. Sometimes they stayed on and sometimes they came off. But always, the second he'd pushed her panties down her legs and opened her to him, his nostrils would flare and a hard satisfaction that wasn't only sexual, would cross his hardened features.
He always made her come. Those times were hot and fast, but he always saw to it that she came before him or with him.
Yes, there was no question that so far, she was more than satisfied with their relationship. She was twenty-four years old, and someday wanted a husband and family. She knew in her heart that she wanted those things with him. But for right now, she was content and satisfied with the tangible, and intangible, proof that he cared for her and that their relationship was moving in the right direction.
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It was almost noon and Marco was beginning to feel the bite of hunger. It was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays, Joy went to the deli and brought them both back something to eat at their desks. She'd long since quit asking him what he wanted and he knew it was because he couldn't care less. He only grunted at her. He knew he did because she'd complained about it more than once.
He heard the light tap on his door and put his pen down. Joy opened his door and he didn't recognize the expression on her face. "Natalie is here to see you." Her words were hesitant, almost cringe-worthy, and he realized she thought he'd be pissed. She knew he absolutely hated when women stopped by his office to see him.
But that wasn't the feeling that was running through his gut now. "Why are you making her wait?"
Joy's jaw dropped open at the same moment she pushed the door wide and let Natalie through.
Marco ran his eyes over his woman as Natalie turned and very nicely, thanked Joy.
"No problem. It's nice to finally meet you." Joy answered Natalie and then her eyes slid back to Marco. "Do you still need lunch as usual?"
Marco watched Natalie standing still just inside his office door. "I don't know. Do I, Natalie?"
"I won't be here long, if that's what you're asking me."
"I guess I need lunch then."
"I'll be back in twenty minutes or so," Joy replied as she shut the door, enclosing them in privacy.
Marco leaned back in his chair and observed Natalie in silence. She fidgeted, moved her weight from one foot to the next and couldn't keep her eyes on his. She was nervous.
And son of a bitch, her nervousness was making him nervous.
Why had she come here? Why was she nervous? He couldn't deny the heat and the pure pleasure that had run down his spine when he'd seen her in his doorway. But not now. Now he was feeling something far different. A cold sweat broke out. This was so far from her normal routine that he admitted to himself what he was feeling.
Panic.
He pushed the congealing lump down his throat and tried to get his shit together. His eyes narrowed on her. "What's up?" he asked as steadily as he could manage.
She licked her lips and finally looked him in the eye. "Nothing. I just needed to speak to you and realized I'd never seen your bank. So here I am."
"Yes, here you are."
"So--" She puffed out a breath and her eyes left his as they wandered around his office.