Oh Baby(13)
Marcus laughed, striding through the open door of her office as he texted back: Coming?
You know it!
Grinning, Marcus put his phone away and wandered across the suite to where a child's drawing hung on the wall. Framed in gold leaf and displayed above an original Monet, the colorful sketch clearly held more value to Samara than the priceless artwork of some famous French impressionist painter.
Malcolm's drawing, inspired by an actual photograph, depicted their family on safari during their recent summer vacation. In the detailed sketch, the family sat astride two humongous elephants-Malcolm and Matthew on one, Marcus and Samara perched on the other with Milan. All of them were dressed in matching khakis, their smiles bright and happy beneath wide-brimmed safari hats. Malcolm had embellished the background by adding a lion, zebra, giraffe, hippo, cheetah, black rhino and wildebeest-just some of the other wildlife they'd encountered during their thrilling trek across the Serengeti.
Smiling at the memory, Marcus turned away from his son's beautiful drawing and walked over to Samara's large glass desk. The surface was littered with memos, charts and graphs, spreadsheets and sales reports dotted with Post-it notes.
Ignoring the clutter, Marcus picked up a small remote control and pressed the button that turned the walls opaque for privacy. Then he took off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of Samara's chair. Loosening his silk tie, he rounded the corner of the desk to perch on the edge facing the door.
He was unfastening his shirt cuffs when Samara appeared in the doorway.
As their eyes locked across the room, a thrill of excitement pulsed through Marcus.
Samara gave him a seductive smile.
His answering smile was just as wicked.
Without a word, she closed and locked the door behind her.
Marcus watched as she strutted toward him, round hips swinging, firm breasts bouncing ever so slightly beneath her white crepe blouse. Her brushstroke-print skirt had a slit up the front that showed off her toned legs with every step she took, straddling the line between sexy and professional. Her hair was pulled up in a clip, and on her feet she wore a pair of snakeskin peep-toe pumps with dagger heels.
By the time she stopped in front of Marcus, his dick was hard as a rock.
Holding his gaze, Samara reached up slowly and removed the clip from her hair, letting the thick black tresses tumble down to her shoulders.
Marcus swallowed tightly.
Samara tossed the clip onto the desk and then used his tie to drag his face toward hers. His pulse jackhammered as she slanted her mouth over his, giving him a sensual kiss that snatched his breath and curled his toes.
He reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood between his thighs, sliding her tongue between his lips to lick inside his mouth.
A deep groan shuddered out of him. His dick was so hard it hurt.
As Samara's warm tongue stroked his, he cupped her round buttocks, grinding her against his straining erection. She let out a throaty little moan, her nipples pebbling against his chest.
He sucked the lush softness of her lips, feeling her shiver before she broke away to breathe in his ear, "I've only got fifteen minutes till my next meeting."
"I can work with that," Marcus promised.
She gave a breathy laugh that made his cock throb like a drum.
He watched as she dropped to her knees between his legs, kneeling in front of him. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants with practiced ease, then reached inside his boxer briefs and stroked him from base to tip.
Marcus shuddered and groaned.
With a feminine purr of satisfaction, Samara pushed down his pants and underwear, freeing him. Gripping him at the root, she flicked her tongue against the crown of his shaft, stealing the bead of precum that oozed out.
Marcus sucked in a ragged breath.
"Mmmm. Delicious." Samara swirled her tongue around the nerve-rich head, then wrapped her lips around it and gave it a good, vigorous suck.
"Shit!" Marcus hissed sharply.
Staring up into his eyes, Samara took him in her mouth, swallowing him by slow degrees. His head dropped back, eyes closing in ecstasy as she worked her way up and down his thick length, licking and sucking and stroking him with both hands.
He braced his palms on the desk behind him, gripping the edge tightly as he uttered guttural words of praise and encouragement. What Samara was doing to him felt so fucking good, he was tempted to let her finish him off. But since they didn't have much time, he preferred to bust his nut deep inside the luscious warmth of her pussy.
So he shoved his hand into her hair to drag her mouth off his cock. The moment she released him, he pulled her to her feet, spun her around and bent her over the desk.
"Oh hell yes," she panted, breathless with arousal as she planted her hands on the desk and spread her legs apart, sexy calf muscles flexing.
Marcus brushed her hair aside and kissed the scented nape of her neck, causing her to shiver against him. Licking her skin, he slid his hand up her silky leg, reaching under her skirt until his fingers met the flimsy barrier of her panties. He pushed the crotch to one side and touched her bare cleft, groaning raggedly when he felt how wet and juicy she was.
"Ah, baby," he whispered in her ear, slipping two fingers inside her. "You were ready for me, weren't you? Good girl."
Whimpers leaked from her mouth as he stroked her succulent pussy. Her head arched back and she rocked against his hand, riding his fingers.
"Make love to me, husband," she demanded in a throaty voice.
"With pleasure, wife." Marcus hiked her skirt up around her waist and fisted his hard cock, bringing the head to her nectar-drenched opening. She looked over her shoulder as he drove into her, penetrating her so swiftly and deeply they both lost their breath.
Even after giving birth to three children, Samara's pussy was still the tightest Marcus had ever had in his life. It was all he could do not to come just from being inside her.
Groaning with satisfaction, he began thrusting in and out of her. She pressed back against him as keening sounds of ecstasy broke from her throat.
"Ah, fuck." Marcus dug his fingers into her waist as she ground her ass into his hips, urging him to go even deeper.
He did just that, trying not to shout out loud at the agonizing pleasure of her pussy clamping around his dick every time he plunged into her.
"Oh baby, you're hitting my spot," she mewled above the wet sounds of their urgent coupling. "Right there … just like that … oh God yes … yesss!"
Marcus quickened his pace until he was pounding desperately into her, his balls slapping her slit with every stroke.
She gasped his name, her head thrown back and her hands curled around the edge of the desk so tightly that her knuckles stood out.
Marcus reached under her blouse and fondled the plump swell of her breasts, making her whimper. Her legs began to shake against his. Then she let out a strangled cry as she came, her pussy spasming and pulsing around him.
Swearing hoarsely, Marcus drove deep inside her one last time, then stiffened and groaned as searing jets of cum shot out of his body and into hers.
Gasping for breath, they slumped forward onto the desk, scattering files and not giving a damn.
"Oh my God," Samara panted breathlessly, blowing her hair out of her eyes. "That was so fucking hot."
"Hell, yeah," Marcus rasped, sucking her earlobe.
She licked her lips, smiling with satisfaction. "I'm glad you came."
He grinned. "So am I."
She laughed. "I meant I'm glad you came by."
"We've been married nine years, darlin'," Marcus drawled, caressing her bare ass cheek. "You think I don't know what's up when you text me in the middle of the day to say you miss me?"
Samara laughed, tipping her head back so they could share a soft kiss, smiling against each other's mouths. Marcus had her caged against the desk with an arm on either side of her body, his cock still buried inside her.
Savoring their mingled wetness, he murmured against her lips, "You're gonna be late for your meeting."
"I know." Her eyes glinted. "I'm thinking about pushing it back till after lunch."
"Yeah?" His dick swelled hopefully. "Who's the meeting with?"
"The marketing division." Samara nibbled his bottom lip. "As you know, things come up all the time that force me to reschedule meetings. My staff understands. They're flexible. And everyone's more relaxed around the holidays anyway."
"That's good." Marcus nuzzled the soft skin between her shoulder and neck. "I've got a little time before I have to leave for my partners' meeting … ." He trailed off meaningfully.
"Say no more." Grinning, Samara reached across the cluttered desk and pressed the intercom button, buzzing her assistant. "Brianna, can you let everyone know that our meeting's been pushed back to two o'clock?"
"No problem, boss lady." There was a trace of amusement in Brianna's voice. "Shall I bring lattes for everyone to, ah, compensate for the unscheduled delay?"