Page 84 of Due Diligence

He raised an eyebrow, his expression looking dangerous. His hands tightened on my waist. “Who said you could stop?”

“My apologies,” I replied as I brought my hand up to the zipper. “I just wanted to make sure you liked it.”

“Of course I fucking do. Look at you,” he replied. His eyes traveled the length of my body, stilling at my breasts that were just on the cusp of exposure. “You’re worth every penny.”

Fueled by his words, I pulled the zipper down even lower so it rested at my belly button. My straining dress had spread apart above my waist, and just an inch of fabric still covered either of my nipples. Marcus pressed his tongue over his lips, wetting them.

“More?” I asked.

He nodded, eyes on mine. There was a note of hesitation in them.

I paused. “Are you holding back, baby?” I inquired.

Marcus didn’t speak. He flexed his hands on my body, reminding me that he owned me tonight.

I smiled. “You paid for me. Say whatever the fuck you want to me.”

“Careful what you wish for,” he murmured, and I practically felt myself growing wetter at the idea. I nodded vigorously.

“I want it,” I told him, tracing the curve of my breast with my fingertip as I spoke. “I want you to give me hell. Say what you want. Anddowhat you want.”

Without waiting for a response, I took the zipper the last few inches, over my pussy and to my upper thighs where my dress ended. As soon as I hit the end of the track, the dress fell right off me. It landed on the floor of Marcus’s bedroom, and I was left standing completely naked in front of him.

He was silent. It felt like an eternity. His green eyes raced over my body, surveying me up and down like he was committing me to memory. It was the first time I had ever been fully unclothed in front of him, and it was a reminder I had seen so little of him.

“Your turn.”

Marcus chuckled, brow furrowed as he looked up at me. “What, Cass?”

“Your turn,” I repeated. “I want to see you—”

“Fuck no. You’re not in charge,” he snapped, his words searing me. “And you didn’t pay. You couldn’t afford me if you wanted to.”

His hand came up to touch my hip. He rested his fingers against the side of it and planted his thumb right on my hip bone. Focused, he began to run his thumb over that spot in a circle. The touch was the eye of the hurricane and my body awakened. Pleasure radiated from that spot, sending waves all the way out to my fingertips. “You’ll see me when I let you.”

He brought his other hand to rest on the small of my back, drawing me close to him. I took a step forward and had nowhere else to go. He raised his chin, signaling for me to kiss him. Dutifully, I bent over and pushed my lips against his, enjoying his taste.

“I’m going to indulge myself with you tonight,” he whispered, kissing me between every other word. “I’m going to do the thingsthat I’ve been imagining all week while we sit in that conference room together.”

“Yeah?”

He continued to kiss me, speaking softly into my lips. “You have no idea how hard it is not to walk over and pull out these luscious tits of yours.” His hand came up to cup my breast. “How hard it is not to take your delectable, pink nipples in my mouth right there in my office, Cass.”

“I would let you,” I murmured.

Marcus pulled back from my lips. “Of course you would,” he said, looking up at me. His tone was factual, almost cocky. “You can’t get enough of me.” His mouth drifted down to my nipple. “You would let me use your body. You want to be my personal fuck toy.”

I found myself nodding, still running my fingers through his hair, begging him for more. More dirty words. More pleasure.

“You probably spend all day thinking about how hard I could take you. You’re so filthy. How do you even look at yourself, after all the filthy things I do to you?”

“I love it.” I let out a gasp as Marcus caught my piercing with his teeth and gave it a tug.

“I’m not surprised,” he hissed as he continued to lavish my nipple.

I was moaning now, shamelessly driving my pussy closer to his face in the hopes he would lick me. Or finger me. Or do any number of exquisite, skilled things to me.

“You’re such a slut, Cass. Mine. My brazen little slut.”

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