Come To Me

Exquisite Tastes

*Sage*

I hadn't heard a thing this man just said. I was captivated by..... everything about him it seemed.

His voice was so smooth and mesmerizing. His accent was like he stepped out of a time machine.

It carried an authority of someone from old established royalty. It was just deep enough to cause goose bumps to rise on my skin.

I couldn't help but to drink in his appearance. It was obvious that he was related to Pop in some way. They looked to be around the same age.

He had the same flawless pale skin and unique pair of eyes that Pop had. His straight hair white flowed a few inches past his shoulders.

Not a strand is out of place.

He was wearing a charcoal hand-tailored 3 button suit that seemed to contrast against his skin.

A Rolex Daytona Ruby Bezel Diamond Pave Dial adorned his wrist.

Yup, definitely a relative of Pop's. Everything about him screamed expensive.

I had become accustomed to seeing this kind of wealth so that wasn't what drew me in.

His suit accented his lean muscles and he stood at around 6'2".

It looked as if he took very good care of himself and his image was very high on his list of priorities.

He also had an edge to him that I could sense somehow. I've always been great at reading people. Pop said it was one of my many talents.

It definitely came in handy at work when it came to deciding who we would close deals with and aqcuiring new talent.

The sound of a throat clearing brought me out of my thoughts.

"Are you ok, Little Goddess?"

There was a sexy half-smirk on his lips that caused me to blush at being caught checking him out.

Never mind the nickname that made butterflies dance in my belly.

Get it together Sage.

I put on my most friendly smile and remembered the dignity I was supposed to have right now.

"I apologize, where are my manners? Pop Pop would kill me if I didn't represent him well in his absence."

I chuckled at that and he raised a questioning eyebrow. He looked to be trying to hide his smile.

"Pardon me, but 'Pop Pop'?"

I couldn't hold back my grin.

"Yes, it's an inside joke my dad and I have because he has such an old soul. I guess you know him as Roger. I'm his

daughter, Sage."

His eyes seemed to dance in excitement at the knowledge as I extended my hand for him to shake.

However, instead of shaking it, he bowed a little as he gently accepted my hand and brought it slowly to his lips.

He didn't break eye contact as his lips met my skin.

He made it feel so intimate and more blood rushed to my cheeks at his intense look.

There was a look in his gaze that was unreadable. Now I was even more curious about his identity.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

I said softly and he chuckled in response as he straightened his posture.

"Now it seems I have forgotten my own manners. Though who could blame me for being distracted by such beauty in my presence? I am Marcellus. Roger's brother. He was expecting my arrival as I've sent word beforehand.

"It seems I have missed a lot and my brother has been very busy in my absence. I would love to have this conversation inside, but it seems I haven't been invited in yet. And I do not go where I am not invited."

There seemed to be a double meaning behind his words that matched the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh! Sure, come on in. I'll just give Pop a call to let him know you've arrived."

I stepped aside and made a gesture for him to enter. As soon as he did I closed the door and locked it.

"I must say, Roger has always had such exquisite tastes. He always did have a way of finding priceless artifacts. It seems he has found the most valuable gem of all."

I turned to respond thinking he was talking about one of the many art pieces lined up in the hall, but paused when I saw that he was staring directly at me.

His eyes began to wander down my body in appreciation and I became all too aware of the fact that I was still in my robe with barely anything underneath.

His gaze became more heated and full of lust as he must have realized the same.

"I... should go and put on something more appropriate for guests. I'll show you to the kitchen before I head upstairs."

I was a shade of plum red as I scurried to the kitchen. I heard an amused chuckle and footsteps following behind me.

I went to the phone to dial Pop's number on the landline and waited while it rang.

I had my back turned to Marcellus, but I could feel his gaze exploring my curves as if he was actually caressing my skin.

Pop's voicemail sounded on the other end so I hung up the phone.

"That's strange, he usually answers right away. He must be busy. Well, you're welcome to wait here and help yourself to anything in here until I can come back and be a proper host."

I shrugged not putting too much thought into it.

"Anything?"

His cool breath touched my ear and I nearly jumped out of my skin as I whirled around.

My foot slipped in the process, but before I could react, there were hands securely wrapped around my waist to pull me up and steady me.

I was gripping his arms and my heart began to hammer in my chest at how intimate his hold was.

I didn't dare look up due to the amount of embarrassment I felt.

A cool finger went under my chin softly and he lifted my chin so that I could bring my eyes to meet his heated gaze.

I gasped as his thumb boldly slid across my bottom lip. I squeezed my thighs together as a tingling sensation hit my core.

What the hell is this?

"Falling for me already, Little Goddess?"

There was that sexy-as-sin smirk on his face again. His question brought me out of my daze.

I hadn't been in this man's presence for more than two minutes, and he already had me in a compromising position.

"I should go..."

It was barely a whisper but I knew he heard me.

"What if I don't want to let you go?"

The rebellion in me flared to life at the challenge.

"Well, that's too bad and a shame it isn't up to you. My body, my choice."

I admit that I couldn't resist a good flirty banter.

"For now."

He responded lowly with an excitement that gleamed in his eyes, that and intrigue.

As if no one ever refused this man a day in his life.

"Or never."

I always had a smart mouth. It's the only thing I ever got in trouble for growing up.

His gaze dropped to my lips and I couldn't help as my tongue slipped nervously across my bottom lip.

Lust burned in his eyes at the action.

"Let's find out shall we, Little Goddess?"

His mouth swooped down to collide with mine softly as if to test the texture before the kiss became more fervent.

I gasped in surprise and he took it as an invitation to slip his tongue in and explore my mouth.

His arms tightened around my waist until our bodies were touching every inch of each other.

I had so much pent-up s****l tension inside of me that I couldn't even reason with the fact that I was letting a stranger kiss me.

Hell, it took everything in me not to touch myself in the shower earlier.

Now I'm being kissed into oblivion and my body is on fire.

This was my first kiss, and boy, was it amazing.

This man had an expertise in his mouth that led mine, although I had no idea what I was doing.

I was holding onto his arms for dear life. His hands slid beneath my robe to my behind as he squeezed firmly, causing a moan to release from my throat and I felt his extremely hard manhood press against my front.

I guess that set him off because suddenly he gripped underneath my thighs, and the next thing I knew, I was being lifted and sat on the marble countertop.

He never broke the kiss as our tongues dueled for dominance.

He stepped between my legs and I didn't notice when he undid the knot of my robe until I felt the cool touch of his hand cup my breast.

His thumb brushed over my pebbled n****e that was still nestled inside of my lace bra, teasing it until I became a panting mess.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer to get some friction on my aching core.

He groaned into my mouth as I began to grind against his manhood.

He broke away from our kiss much to my disappointment.

What was this man doing to me?