Chapter Eleven #2
“I have about a 98% success record,” she admitted proudly.
“Where do I fit in there?”
“You? Well you’re in the 2%,” she snorted, “but don’t go getting all puffed up with yourself, because I’m not giving up.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to, baby”, he smiled, tipping her lips up for a drugging kiss.
Sue settled into his arms and teased his lips open with her tongue, forgetting everything but the need coursing through her. It surprised her when he broke the kiss and eased her to her feet.
“I need to get some work done”, he informed her, “and think about this thing with Ty.” Turning her towards the door, he gave her a little push. “By the way, what did you have for lunch?” he asked, sorting through the papers on his desk.
“Um…I had tuna salad on lettuce with…”
Marcus fixed her firmly in his sights.
“Don’t lie to me, Red; it never turns out well for you.”
“Oh all right, I had a cheeseburger, loaded fries and a big fat chocolate shake,” she answered, sticking her butt out in his direction and looking at him over her shoulder. “And you can spank me for it if you want to, but I’m not sorry.”
“I’m not going to spank you, honey,” he smiled.
“You’re not?” she grinned in response.
“No, I’m not, but you’re having a salad for dinner tonight.”
“Hey. No fair. Tonight is turkey taco night and I like them,” she huffed, planting her hands on her hips in frustration.
“Tough, you should have thought of that before you ate all that crap for lunch.”
Sue stomped back over to him and tugged on his sleeve.
“Bend down here,” she ordered. “I need to see something.”
“What?” Marcus asked as he bent over and her fingers slipped through the hair on the top of his head, parting it this way and that.
“Humph,” she said, stomping back to the door.
“What were you looking for?” he asked curiously.
“I was checking your head to see if there was a slit in it, you being such a big prick and all,” she replied sweetly before she slammed the door closed with a bang. She could hear him roaring with laughter until she got to the kitchen.
Picking at her salad, Sue watched Marcus out of the corner of her eye.
The big jerk was certainly enjoying the fruits of her labors, she thought sourly, as he made short work of his tacos.
Getting up, she scraped her plate into the sink and turned on the garbage disposal just as he opened his mouth to speak.
When she judged he was sufficiently annoyed, she flipped the switch.
Going to the cupboard, she got out a wine glass and filled it with wine.
“Not hungry tonight, Red?” he asked with a grin
“Not for rabbit food,” she tossed her head back, tipping her glass and taking a big gulp as she leaned against the island.
“Did you eat tacos while you were cooking?” he asked suspiciously
“Would I ever go against your orders and risk your wrath deliberately?” she asked sarcastically. “That would clearly put you within your rights, under our contract, to punish me.”
“It would and you would if you thought you could get away with it,” he replied, getting up to take care of his dishes. “Speaking of which, I’d like to see you in my office around 9:30. We have some unfinished business to take care of from last night and regarding your behavior this afternoon.”
“Listen Bluebeard, I’m pretty sure I’ll be getting a horrible migraine at 9:25, so let’s just forget the whole thing.”
Marcus laughed as he picked her up and sat her down hard on the island. Wrapping an arm around her butt, he pulled her to him, her legs spread wide to accommodate his hips as he nuzzled her neck. Slipping his hand under her top he grasped her bare breast, stroking his thumb over her nipple.
“I’m pretty sure that if I have to come and find you, what was supposed to be fun, will turn into something else entirely, at least for you,” he growled, nipping her ear as he lightly pinched her tender bud.
“Fun, you say?” Sue sighed, tilting her head to give him better access. “No one said anything about fun,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and arching against him.
“It all depends on you, Baby. I want you naked in my office at exactly 9:30. One minute late and everything changes,” he ordered.
“You can’t expect me to parade around naked with all these windows,” she gasped, humping her hips slightly.
“You may wear a robe, but naked underneath,” he told her as his lips strayed down to her collar bone. “I left a couple of things in my top dresser drawer, bring them with you.”
“Okay,” she whispered, threading her hands through his hair and trying to move his head lower. “But if you would just unzip your pants, I could give you a little fun right now.”
Marcus laughed and lifted her, slapping her ass before he set her on the floor.
“No, I have things to do and I think it may benefit you to have to wait a little while, sort of give you something to think about.”
“I’m already thinking about it,” she griped, rubbing her bottom.
“I know,” he replied, cupping her firmly between her thighs. “I feel it.”
“Stop that you jerk,” she squealed, slapping his hand. “It’s not nice.”
“A minute ago I could have fucked you on the counter,” he laughed; “now I can’t touch you.”
“A minute ago there was a chance of me cuming in the near future. Now you want me on a slow burn for the next two and half hours,” she shot back, pushing him away. “I thought you had some work to do?”
“I do,” he grinned.
“Then go,” she said, waving him away with her hand as she picked up her wine. Sue watched his tight ass as he walked away whistling, damn.
As soon as she heard his office door close she went to the cupboard in the pantry that held the cleaning supplies.
Moving things aside, she snagged a bag of rags and dug through the things on the top until she found her stash.
Taking the snack size bag of Cheetos, she grabbed her wine on her way through the kitchen and headed quietly upstairs.
Her first order of business was to see what he had in his top dresser drawer.
After that she was going to call Kelsey and see how things were going.