A Secret Love Affair

Chapter Eight

(Marshall)

God, she was f*****g stunning. I sat across the table from her, unable to look away. This was our...fourth dinner date in two weeks. The other times we mostly just fooled around either at her place or mine. I’d been true to my word. We kept our relationship out of the office and away from my brother. 

I’d learned a great deal about Emily in those two weeks. She was an only child and had grown up just short of the poverty line. She and my brother had been friends since freshman year. She had higher aspirations other than just working as a personal assistant at my law firm. She wanted to see the world. In fact, she was saving up the money to do just that. She wanted to visit the eiffel tower in Paris, she wanted to cruise the river Thames.

I was less than forthcoming in regards to my own past. I told her enough to keep her satisfied. I told her of my failed marriage but didn’t point out the main reason my wife had cheated on me. She wanted kids. I didn’t. Of course, I’d already made that clear to Emily by this point. I insisted she be on birth control, even though she already was, and I wore a condom whenever we slept together.

Emily was in agreement about kids. She wanted them but not right now. She wanted to wait a few years, be married, have a career. She wanted to be more than just a person assistant. She was just at a point in her life where she didn’t know what she wanted. I understood that all too well.

We ended up back at my motel room, her lithe body grinding on top of my own. And to think, at first, she had been hesitant to accept this little arrangement of ours. We kept things strictly professional in the office aside from a few flirtatious smiles. There was nothing wrong with smiles. 

My relationship with Tanner continued to be strained. Every time I tried to talk to him, he always made some excuse about being busy. Yeah, busy with Jessica. How had that little minx gotten her claws into him? Tanner was too smart for her games. Or was he? 

Collapsing next to me, Emily took a few gulps of air before eventually sliding off the bed. She never stayed the night. And she ALWAYS insisted that I leave before dawn when we ended up back at her place...which was rare. My eyes narrowed in on her bare backside.

“I really wish you would stay.” I murmured, appreciating the view before she slid her black lace panties on.

“That’s not part of the agreement.” She threw back, flashing a lopsided grin over her shoulder.

“Maybe we should amend this agreement of ours.” I sat up, crawling to where she stood with her back to me. I slid from the bed, one arm wrapped around her waist. My lips caressed the crook of her neck. “You know you want to.” I teased.

She bit back a groan, “I...I can’t. Peter has an early meeting. I have to get there…”

I didn’t let her finish, lips capturing hers in a fierce embrace. I lifted her with ease. Her legs tangled themselves around my waist on pure instinct. Her back hit the wall opposite my bed. Fire sparked between our colliding tongues. I would have her again. She didn’t try to fight as I slid a hand down the front of her panties. She moaned, teeth nipping at my lower lips as I explored her.

“Hm…” I groaned, “You drive me f*****g insane.”

Her nails dug into my bare shoulders. She didn’t reply. She couldn’t. Her already oversensitive body was already on the verge of release. She whimpered, hips grinding against my hand. And to think, just a short while ago, she was denying this chemistry between us. I wasn’t about to let her off so easily. I removed her hand. She grunted in annoyance.

“Not...fair…” She complained.

I grinned. It was my turn to remain silent. I carried her back to the bed, dropping her back to the silk sheets. Her hands went to my waist, eager to give me what she thought I wanted. My grip tightened around her wrists, head shaking. Her chin tilted, she studied me for a moment before laying herself back onto the bed.

She was utter perfection. Not even my first wife was so willing to give every part of her herself to me. There had been things she’d refused to cooperate in, positions she flat out denied me. Emily was different. She’d been a bit shy ...at first. But she seemed quite willing to try out new and different things.

I grabbed her ankles, flipping her over onto her stomach. She squealed with laughter. I joined her on the bed. I pulled her onto her knees. Her body accepted me without complaint. She gripped me in a way that I knew I wouldn’t last long. I felt sorry for the neighbors that had to witness the glorious albeit loud noises coming from Emily as I took her from behind.

My fingers tightened in her scalp, twisting until she cried out. I relaxed my grip. I hadn’t meant to hurt her. She pushed her hips against me, meeting each frenzied thrust with one of her own...silently begging me to f**k her harder. And, so, I did. By the time I finished, she was nothing but a blubbering mess. Another orgasm ripped through her small frame. She screamed my name. I buried myself one last night, relishing in the way her muscles clenched around me. My teeth sank into her skin as I came ...hard.

I rolled from her, taking deep breaths of my own. She didn’t move for a minute. I was afraid I’d hurt her. I turned onto my side, fingertips brushing strands from her face. She peered at me, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She lifted herself up just enough to lay her head on my chest. “No.” A contented sigh fell from her lips, “I...I suppose one night wouldn’t hurt.”

I grinned, tucking my arm around her as she snuggled into my side. “Just tonight then.”

“Hm.” She half moaned, half sighed. She was asleep in minutes. I toyed with a loose strand of hair, twirling in round and round my finger. Sleep did not come easy for me. I stared up at the ceiling. The realization hit me like a sack of bricks. I was falling in love with her. Hell, I may have already been in love with her.

Shit.