A Secret Love Affair

Chapter Six

                                                                                        (Marshall)

        “So, what will it be?”

        Those words dangled in the air between us for what felt like forever. If I’d been any sort of gentleman, I would have seen the look of indecision on her face as my cue to leave. I didn’t. I couldn’t explain this sense of longing, this urge to possess her that captured my soul every time I was around her. I hadn’t felt anything like this since before I’d met my wife all those years ago. 

        I wanted to explore what was happening between us. Even if nothing came of it, hell it would be fun at the very least. I mean, I wasn’t exactly looking for anything permanent at this point in my life. Was that selfish? Oh without a doubt. Emily deserved more than a romp or two between the sheets. But I knew her heart would never be mine. I didn’t deserve it.

        Before I could gain control of my more base instincts, my head dipped to her level. My lips hovered over hers for a split second, long enough for me to catch the flicker of desire in her eyes, before I said the hell with it. I kissed her. 

        Instead of pushing me away, Emily threw herself into the kiss along with me. Our lips fought for dominance, mine eventually winning out. She melted into my touch, small whimpers of passionate longing urging me forward. I cupped her rear, gripping that delightful piece of flesh with enough force to lift her from the floor.

        She did not disappoint. Her nails buried themselves in my hair, legs wrapping around my waist on instinct. I explored her sensous curves, marvelling at just how f*****g perfect she was. I wanted to f**k her right there on the counter. But I wanted this moment to last. I didn’t want to rush this.

        “Should we move this to the bedroom?” I offered through fevered kisses.

        She uttered a few choice words as my fingers brushed across her cloth covered breast. “I ...I can’t.” She finally managed to gasp. “Work.”

        “Peter doesn’t expect you till later. We have time.” I argued. I didn’t want to let her go. I nestled myself between her legs, letting her feel exactly what it was she had done to me. She whimpered again, biting down on her lower lip. 

        “Please….” She moaned, head falling back as my teeth ravished the crook of her neck.

        “Please, what?” I teased. I wasn’t sure if she was in to dirty talk so to speak but I sure as hell was. I wanted to hear her say it, to hear those deliciously naughty words fall from her seemingly innocent lips.

        She didn’t say anything. Instead, her fingers dropped to my waist. I watched in utter fascination as she undid my belt buckle, her nimble fingers quickly unfastening the button to my jeans. I throbbed in her hands. With one less than gentle tug, I was sliding between those glorious thighs once more. One hand gripping the counter top for balance, the other beneath one of her legs, I lost myself to the pleasure. Time faded. My problems seemed a distant memory. All that mattered in that moment was the way she writhed beneath me, the way she begged me to f**k her harder. So, I did just that.

        My brother was a damn fool to let a fiery little minx like Emily go. Any man that chose that blond bimbo over this raven haired vixen was blind. She was part angel, part devil. I wanted to see more of that devil, that part of her she hid from everybody else. Of course, that one question lingered in the back of my mind; would she hate me when this done? Probably.

        I pulled her from the counter. She started to ask why I’d stopped. I answered that question before she had a chance to ask it. I turned her so her back was now facing me. I bent her over that damn counter before taking her again. She eagerly accepted what I was offering, hips meeting mine with no resistance. I took a fistful of hair, my other hand sliding between her legs.

        “Marshall!” She moaned so loud I was sure the neighbors would hear.

        I wondered if I should quiet her. No. I wanted her louder. Cupping her rear, I delivered a well intention smack to that sensitive flesh. She squealed, attempting to wiggle away from me. I held her firmly in place. I delivered another one. This time she didn’t squeal. She moaned. I grinned.

        “Good girl.” I grunted. 

        It wasn’t the first time I’d delivered a spanking during s*x….but it was certainly the most enjoyable one. I wondered how well she would react to other sorts of, well, punishments. I’d dabbled in the area before but had found my partners less than willing to explore with me. Exploration of that sort was no fun alone.

        I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Sweat dripped from my face. My muscles began to tighten, a sure sign I was close. I wanted us to reach that peak together. Again, she did not disappoint. Seconds before I came undone, I felt her suddenly clench around her. I growled, holding her in place as I emptied myself. She screamed my name over and over as I pummelled her. 

        We both stood there a moment, each trying to catch our breaths. I wasn’t sure if she would be able to stand. I supported her until she began to pull away. She tugged her skirt down before turning to face me. I grinned.

        “That was fun…”I panted.

        She sucked in her lower lip again. “it…. It was…..” She seemed unsure, suddenly disappearing back into her shell. “I really need to get to work.”

        I nodded, redoing my pants and adjusting myself. “Of course. I’ll see myself out.” 

        Before leaving, I captured one final kiss from those addicting lips. I wanted her to know that this was not a one and done type of thing. I didn’t want just one final romp. I wanted  more. Just how much more, I didn’t know. She didn’t pull away but she didn’t exactly press into the kiss either. She just stood there, indifferent and cold almost.

        I hated leaving so abruptly but she’d made it clear she wanted me out. So, I obliged. Instead of calling for my car, I decided it was a nice day for a walk. There was a nice little cafe just around the corner from my building that I had been dying to try out. 

        Imagine my surprise when I found Tanner and Jessica tucked away in a booth. Neither seemed particularly happy. I couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying from this distance but it wasn’t good. I couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps Tanner wouldn’t need my help after all.

        Grabbing my coffee, I didn’t linger. I left the pair to their argument. As tired I was from last night, I couldn’t escape my work. My phone vibrated, alerting me to the fact that Peter was none too happy about my disappearance. Even though I had called early that morning, he hadn’t answered. I’d left a voicemail.

        “Where the hell are you?” He screamed into my ear.

        “Grabbing a coffee. I’ll be there in thirty.”

        “A coffee? For christ sake man, that’s what that little tart in the skirt is for! Why the bloody hell do you think I hired her? Certainly not for her brains.”

        I paused mid stride. It took me all of two seconds to realize he was referring to Emily. Now, I was far from the jealous type. But I was raised to respect women. Hearing such foul words about any woman, regardless of if I was sleeping with her or not, made my blood boil. Instead of saying anything, I squashed the anger. I couldn't afford to get fired on my second day. 

        “I’ll be right there.”