Page 10 of Stalked By the Executive

I smile up at him tentatively. "Marcus."

The corners of his eyes crinkle with his genuine smile, and I can't help but think that he's the most handsome man I've ever seen.

And then the image of his cock flashes through my mind, and my face heats.

My heart pounds as I follow him into his office. This job is my salvation, a chance to turn my life around. So what if I saw his dick? So what if it was huge and thick and girthy and swollen? So what if it makes me press my thighs together even now?

We go through the day like usual. Neither of us speaks about what I witnessed yesterday, but it is definitely the elephant in the room.

Finally, at the end of the day, Marcus leans back against his desk, watching me with an unreadable expression. I fidget under the weight of his gaze, heat flooding my cheeks. His eyes darken, pupils dilating with what looks like desire.

"You should head home," he says, voice rough. "It's getting late."

I nod, clutching the folder in my hands like a shield. "Of course. I'll see you tomorrow."

As I turn to leave, Marcus catches my wrist. His fingers wrap around my arm, hot against my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I freeze in place, heartbeat quickening.

"Charlotte." My name is a husky whisper on his lips. "I can't stop thinking about you."

A shiver races down my spine at his admission. I stare up at him, caught in the intensity of his stare. He takes a step closer, eyes flickering to my mouth. I suck in a sharp breath, anticipation and panic warring within me.

"Ever since that first day I saw you at the restaurant, I haven't been able to focus on anything else." His thumb strokes along the inside of my wrist, a feather-light caress that makes me tremble. "I want you, Charlotte. In a way I've never wanted anyone before."

My heart pounds against my ribs like a wild thing trying to break free. "Marcus, we can't—"

"To hell with propriety. Why do you think I gave you this job? I don't need a fucking secretary. I need you. Why do you think I was jacking off like a rabid animal yesterday? It was because of you, Charlotte," he growls as pulls me flush against him, one hand gripping my hip. I gasp at the feel of his hard body pressed against mine, heat and desire kindling low in my belly. "I don't care about rules or boundaries anymore. All I care about is you."

His eyes blaze into mine, dark with a hunger that mirrors my own. My resolve cracks and crumbles, swept away by a tidal wave of passion.

Me? He was doing that because ofme? Heat floods me as I realize Ilikethat I'm the one who made him that way.

I reach up and twine my arms around his neck, surrendering to the flames. When his mouth claims mine, hot and demanding, I melt into his embrace. There's no turning back now. We've fallen too far to escape this raging inferno consuming us both.

Marcus kisses like he does everything else—with single-minded intensity and ruthless control. His hands roam my body, stroking along my sides and hips before sliding up to cup my breasts. I arch into his touch with a soft moan, desire coiling tight within me.

When he finally releases my mouth, we're both breathless. "I want to know everything about you," he rasps, eyes dark and hungry. "Your hopes, your dreams, your deepest secrets."

His gaze burns into me, stripping away my defenses. I swallow hard, trembling in his arms. "There's not much to tell."

"I don't believe that." He brushes his thumb over my lower lip, a possessive glint in his eyes. "You're the most fascinating creature I've ever known."

Heat floods my cheeks at the compliment. Marcus sees me in a way no one else does, peering beneath the surface to glimpse the hidden depths within. His interest makes me feel cherished, valued in a way I've never experienced before.

I cling to him, overwhelmed by the intensity of my feelings. "What about you?" I venture. "You never talk about your past or your family or..." I trail off, afraid I've overstepped.

But Marcus only smiles, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. "My history isn't nearly as interesting as the present." He slides a hand into my hair, tilting my head back. "Or the future I hope to build with you."

My heart stutters at the implication behind his words. "Marcus, I—"

"Shh." He presses a finger to my lips, eyes gleaming. "No more talking. I only want to hear the sounds you make when I touch you."

Our shared heat permeates the small space between us. Marcus' fingers explore the curve of my hip, sending tendrils of desire licking up my spine. His touch is as intoxicating as a fine wine, making my head spin and my body ache for more.

The sensation of his hardened length pressing against me ignites a fire within, stoking an insatiable hunger that only he can sate. I can feel the outline of him through the thin fabric of our clothing, burning hot and begging for release.

His other hand slides up from my waist, tracing a path over the swell of my breasts. His deft fingers skim along the silk barrier before finding their way beneath it, cupping the soft mound with unadulterated possessiveness. The rough pad of his thumb grazes over an already taut nipple, drawing forth a whimper that echoes in the still air around us.

Pinned against him, there's nowhere to hide from the spiraling pleasure coiling in my lower belly. His demanding kiss shatters any remaining reservations I had, setting free a wave of animalistic need that takes control of my senses.

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