Page 22 of Stalked By the Executive

"You've been distracting me all day. Shouldn't you be writing?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck. I gasp as his teeth graze my skin, desire pooling low in my belly.

"I can't help it." My words come out breathless. "You're the one who insisted we share an office."

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. "And now I'm going to insist you make it up to me." His hands slide under my skirt, fingers digging into my thighs. I moan, arching into his touch.

The familiar ache builds within me as his hands explore my body, each caress heightening my need for him. Only he can satisfy me this way, bring me to the brink of madness and ecstasy all at once.

"You're mine," he growls, roughly claiming my mouth. I melt into the kiss, surrendering myself to him completely. Iamhis, body and soul, and there is no place I'd rather be.

I got my degree, and then I went on to become a bestselling author. Marcus is still a billionaire executive, but he never goes in to the office anymore. He works out of a home office now because he can't bear to be away from me.

That's fine by me. I write romance novels, and what we do on our "breaks" in our office provides me with plenty of inspiration.

Our desire for each other is ravenous, insatiable, all-consuming. But beneath the passion lies a profound devotion—one that transcends lust and physical pleasure. What we share is more than a fleeting romance.

It is a bond beyond all earthly limits, eternal as the tides.

Marcus tears his mouth from mine, eyes dark with desire. "On the desk. Now."

His commanding tone sends a thrill through me. I scramble onto the desk, heart pounding as he prowls toward me. There's a predatory gleam in his eyes, a hunger that threatens to devour me whole.

He grabs my legs and yanks me to the edge of the desk. "You're mine to do with as I please." His hands slide under my skirt again, roughly pushing my panties aside. "And I fully intend to please myself with you."

I gasp as two fingers plunge deep inside me. Marcus sets a punishing rhythm, his grip bruising my thighs. The ache grows unbearable, pleasure and pain twisting together. I cry out, unable to form words, lost in the sensations he evokes.

"Who do you belong to?" he demands.

"You," I moan. "Only you."

A smile curves his lips. He adds another finger, stretching me, stoking the fire within. "That's right. You're mine, Charlotte, now and forever." His thumb presses against my clit, pushing me to the brink. "Come for me. Show me you're mine."

The climax crashes over me in a blinding wave. I scream his name, clinging to his shoulders as the pleasure ravages my body. Through the haze of ecstasy, I'm dimly aware of Marcus murmuring words of love and devotion. His touch is both possessive and tender, staking his claim while soothing me in the aftermath of release.

Then I gasp as Marcus enters me in one swift thrust, filling me to the hilt. The slight pain only intensifies my pleasure, the evidence of his possession. He pulls back slowly, watching me with hooded eyes, before driving into me again.

"So tight," he groans. "So perfect." His fingers dig into my hips as he sets a brutal pace, pounding into me. I cry out, clinging to his shoulders, lost in the primal rhythm of our joining.

Marcus ducks his head, teeth grazing my throat, a silent threat and promise. I tilt my head back in submission, baring my neck in invitation. He growls deep in his chest, biting down on the tender flesh, hard enough to leave his mark.

The sharp sting sends a jolt of electricity through me. "Marcus," I moan, desire coiling hot and heavy in my belly. He sucks at the bruise, tongue flickering over the sensitive skin, even as he continues to thrust inside me.

"Mine," he rasps, raising his head to capture my lips in a searing kiss. His hands slide under my back, crushing me against him, our bodies moving as one.

The warmth spreads through my veins, an inferno raging out of control. Marcus breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, our harsh breaths mingling. His eyes blaze into mine, dark and fathomless, reflecting the depth of his passion.

"Come for me, Charlotte." His voice is a low rasp, ragged with need. "Show me you're mine."

The coil snaps, ecstasy flooding my senses. I cry out his name, clinging to him as the climax shatters me into a thousand pieces, all of them his. Marcus follows soon after, burying his face in my neck with a hoarse shout, his body going taut as he finds his release.

We remain locked in our embrace, hearts pounding against each other's chests. No words are needed in this moment of perfect understanding. us strokes his hands down my back in a gentle caress, his touch reverent. I lift my head from his shoulder to find his gaze trained on me, dark eyes filled with tenderness.

"You're the only thing that matters to me," he whispers, brushing a lock of hair from my face. His words send a thrill through me, even now when our desire has been sated. "The only thing I want, the only thing I need."

I cup his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw. "As you are to me."

This is why we decided not to have children. Yes, children would be a special part of both of us, but Marcus is so possessive of me, he can't bear to share me.

Even with our child.

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