Page 65 of Due Diligence

Marcus moved in to kiss me again, his hand still fixed on my neck. The touch was searing. My body was on fire, burning for him to grab more of me. My flesh yearned for him. I removed my hands from his shoulders and brought them to my blouse, where I began to undo the buttons. I started at the top one, unhooking it from the delicate chiffon of this atrocious blouse I bought at a consignment store three years ago. I detested this blouse—and wanted nothing more than to take it off.

Seeing this, Marcus smiled darkly. “You’re that desperate for me, Cass? You’re going to take off your clothes, right here in this stairwell?”

I nodded, unable to come up with words. My fingers kept working, finishing the second button, and moving on to the third.

“Fuck yes,” he murmured, his eyes fixated on my motions. He groaned slowly, never once breaking his gaze. Against me, I could feel his hardness growing. It pressed on my hipbone, previewing what was to come.

I finished with the buttons and tugged my blouse out from my tight skirt. My bra was showing now, leaving my breasts visible. Marcus’s eyes went there and stayed there. For a moment, I watched as his gaze perused them. He glanced up at my face once, but quickly fixed his attention back on my luscious breasts.

“Be honest,” he said, wetting his lips with his tongue. “You know you have the most incredible pair of breasts I’ve ever seen, right?” As he spoke, his free hand came up to my right side. He wrapped his hand around it, cupping as much of it as he could. He squeezed and his fingertips pressed into my generous flesh, drawing a soft groan from me.

Marcus looked down at my face, watching as I pulled back my lip to bite it. My chest heaved with unsteady breaths, my thirst for him now coursing through my body. “You’re just so stacked, Cass,” he murmured. “And these piercings?” He moved in and kissed mehard, with one hand gripping my breast and the other still holding my neck. “I’m wild for them. Obsessed.”

“Do whatever you want with them,” I managed to say. “Play with them. Suck them. Bite them. Anything you want. They’re yours, Marcus.”

I had never seen a man’s face light up in a way that was so sexy yet so adorable at the same time. A dangerous smile crossed his lips and he let out a near-delirious chuckle—almost like he wasn’t sure if he heard me correctly. I nodded, assuring him I meant it—that I was his for the taking.

As Marcus bent down, he released my neck, leaving my skin feeling bare without his touch. I let out a soft, disappointed hum, which made him pause with both hands now holding onto my breasts.

“You don’t like it when I let go of your neck?” he asked. His lips came back to mine and pressed a firm kiss against my mouth.

“No,” I admitted, heart pounding at the thought. “It felt so good.”

“So filthy. I’ll do it again,” he promised. Another kiss. “I’ll do it every day. Whenever you want. I’ll treat you like the filthy girl you are, Cass. But for now, I have to suck these tits.” He didn’t hesitate to deliver. In a matter of seconds, he had tugged down both of my bra cups and had fixed his lips around my left nipple. His soft tongue coated my hard peak in warmth, and pleasure immediately burst from the spot. My piercing knocked against his teeth as he sucked on it roughly, bordering on painful—just the way I liked.

His left hand remained on my right side, pinching my nipple between his index finger and his thumb. My breath stalled as he released my peak from his fingers and pressed his palm against my breast. He hefted it, caressing gently before his grip tightened around the lush flesh of my curves.

Marcus released my left nipple from his lips and leaned back, taking a moment to admire them both. I looked down at my breasts, which were so attentive they almost looked vulgar. They were swollen from his touch, the left side wet and glistening from his lips and the right side pink and engorged from his fingers.

He straightened his spine and wrapped his right arm around my lower back. The move pulled my back away from the wall and brought the left side of my body flush against his. His hand moved upwards, stilling against my ribcage and just below myright breast. We stood in an intimate side hug, with my breasts spilling lewdly and bare over the tops of my bra cups.

His left hand came up to my face and he traced a path with his index finger. My body quaked in response. He started with the spot right below my earlobe, ran it along the line of my jaw, and paused at my chin. He crooked my face up by nudging the bottom of my chin gently, and his lips lowered to mine.

We kissed again, deep and exploratory. Nobody kissed better than Marcus—end of story. As we breathed each other in, his left hand departed from my chin and lowered to my neck. I felt his hand wrap around it once more and excitement darted right to my core. Heat consumed me, wetting my pussy in anticipation. But to my disappointment, he didn’t linger there. He continued on this agonizingly decadent tour of my body and moved his hand over my collarbone.

“Fuck you,” I murmured, my voice shaking as I spoke. I was tremoring with want, certain I would combust if he didn’t shove into me soon. I wanted him to take control of me—to experience me fully. I was so needy for him, so desperate for him to fill me up. I wanted his cock. His hands. His cum. I wanted it all.

Marcus grinned against my lips. “You’re not in charge, Cass,” he informed me, glee in his voice.

“Jerk,” I said, even though his response was exactly what I wanted to hear.

His hand reached my breast again and he began to roll my nipple in his fingers. His touch felt practiced, and an inexplicable feeling of jealousy washed over me—Whose nipples has he been practicing on?But I couldn’t dwell on that thought for long. He broke away from our kiss and bowed down to bring my nipple into his mouth. It tightened under his lips, beading against the warm wetness of his tongue.

“So good,” I whispered.

“You pierced them for me,” he murmured, his lips still wrapped around the puckered bud. “I know you probably thought it was to pleasure yourself, but no.” He gave me a soft nibble. “You were waiting for me, Cass. Deep down, you knew that one day I was going to make them feel so fucking good—so much better than anyone ever has.”

I gasped as he released my breast, holding back all temptation to tell him,YES—to tell him that when I got them pierced, I was imagining some freakishly skilled guy would take them in his mouth and make me mindless. I hated that he was right—I hated that he was so much better with them than any guy had ever been—by an absurd degree.

Marcus rose and fixed his mouth back on mine. His lips were hot and wet and I had to marvel at his self-control. I had lost all of mine, but he was still composed and collected. Marcus fucking Fitz. The COO of my body.

“Make me yours,” I found myself saying as we kissed. “Take everything from me. Own me.”

My words ignited him. We were kissing frantically now; the slow tour of Cass was officially over. His left hand latched onto the hem of my skirt and he shoved it upwards, exposing my thighs. I helped him, peeling up my tight skirt until it sat around my waist. We had been here before—we were pros at it now.

Finally, his hand dipped down into my pussy, exploring the soft folds. “Mm,” he hummed out. I knew what that sound meant; I was drenched. He would face absolutely no resistance shoving his cock into me—and the anticipation was more than I could handle.

“Am I wet?”

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