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“No, I didn’t fuck her, I have too much respect for her, although she did give me her number.”  He gives us that shit eating grin and wiggles his brows.  He continues, “She said she reviewed the paperwork herself, repeating over and over that she could lose her job for saying this, and that everything that was perfect.”

“So, what do
you
think,
Brian?”  I ask him wanting his professional and personal opinion.

“What I think, Marco, is that someone is fucking with you, or just fucking you.  I think that’s obvious.  The questions now are:  who, what, how and why.  Do you know anybody here to have pissed anyone off?”

“The only one I can think of is Santino but I don’t think it’s him.”

John says, “I’ve already checked any connections to him and any he might have with anyone here and it’s as if he didn’t exist here.  What was he here, two, maybe three months?  I doubt he’d have that much clout to have government documents held, even rejected, for no reason.”  He looks directly at me all joking aside.  “The person you’ve pissed off has to have big connections to not worry about federal indictments, along with pulling the little guys, like the inspector, down with him.” 

I just look at him, not saying anything.  He has just verbalized my biggest fears.  And if that’s the case I could be screwed.  Everything I’ve worked my whole life towards could be gone just like that, as easily with just one phone call to the right person.

“But you thought that already, didn’t you?”  John can read me like a book

They both look at me with the face of war.  These guys and their military experience could be very helpful or very detrimental. 

Elizabeth

The girls definitely need a mop to wipe up the slime trail they’re leaving behind them.  They are wild over John, Brian, Marco and all the other guys at the gym.  We stopped at Port City Java downtown on Front St. to grab some smoothies.  The guys are having wings and beer and we’ve got smoothies, what happened here?  But I bet our conversation is a lot more interesting.

“Oh.  My.  God!  You were not lying when you said you found the hottest men in Wilmington!  Janie, did you see all those sexy beasts?!”  Elsie is still on the high from the gym.

“You’re damn right I did!  And girl, I didn’t think that man could be any sexier than what I saw at the bar the night you met him but he is one incredibly sexy man.  Holy shit, I can only imagine the sex.  Is he very kinky, Elizabeth?”  Janie just speaks her mind.

She didn’t not just ask me that?!

“Yeah, Liz, how kinky is he?”  Elsie’s eyes are wide with anticipation waiting for my answer, leaning in closer waiting for me to give them all of mine and Marco’s sordid details.

Although I know my redness is covering my entire head, my scalp even feels like it’s on fire, and it goes all the way down my chest, I can’t help but giggle.

“You guys really want to know?”  I can’t help it, I’ll just tell them a little.

“Hell yeah!!!”  Both practically pounce on me at the same time.

I lean in a little closer, “Well, Marco’s just moved into this condo on the waterfront, he’s got the whole top floor.  Friday night he made me undress in the elevator on the way up and he tied me to the bed when we got to his place.  It was unfuckingbelievable!!!”

“Holy shit!!!  Why can’t I find a man that’s kinky like that?”  Elsie sits back in her chair and pouts, her pretty little cupid lips are all puckered up.

“When are you going to tie him up, is what I want to know.”  Janie says with a sly grin spreading across her face, she’s always the control freak.

“Probably a lot sooner than he thinks,” I answer wickedly.

They look at me with shocked expressions.  We bust out laughing all at the same time.

Chapter 9

Elizabeth

Tuesday morning I decide the presentation for Marco is perfect and today I’ll bring it to him.  All of the information he needs was ready last week but I wanted a couple of days to review it just in case anything else pertinent came up that would be beneficial to his company and to his prospective buyers. 

Mr. Kastanopoulis do you have any free time today?  I’d like to come by your office.

For you, Ms. DiStefano I am always available.

Why thank you Sir, I’ll be by after lunch.

Come by at lunch time and I can have you for lunch, baby.

Why Sir, do you condone mixing business with pleasure?

Only with you, baby, makes the perfect work day.

Get back to work Mr. Kastanopoulis.  I’ll see you around lunch tim
e
.

My mouth is already watering just thinking about you ;)

That man is incredibly, delightfully wicked.

Marco’s offices encompass an entire floor of the Union Station building in the newest, extremely polished section of the downtown business district, PPD and the posh brand new convention center are its neighbors.  You could say it’s the Empire State Building of Wilmington.  It really does have artistic details to its design with the whole corner, top to bottom, of curved glass windows with the street level entrance as its focal point with silvery steel embellishments throughout the rest of its façade. 

When I walk through the clear glass double doors of KMD Enterprises with the company logo emblazoned on them I don’t find anyone at the reception desk.  The décor is modern design furniture of stainless steel, mahogany wood, and glass against white walls and grey carpeting.  It really is serenely chic.  I hesitate for a moment wondering if I should wait for someone to announce me to Marco. 

‘Maybe she’s out to lunch,’ I think to myself so I continue down the hallways.  The walls are lined with portraits of different buildings and communities.  I stop to read a couple of the notes below the photos.  They are names and dates, obviously of previous projects of Marco’s company.  Some are magnificently simple while others are quite evidently multi-million dollar intrinsic designs. 

I hear Marco’s voice coming from down the hall.  It’s followed by a woman’s voice.  When I come up to the partially open door I almost stumble.  Who the fuck is that?!

Marco is sitting back in his chair with his elbows resting on the arm rests and those fucking fingers of his steepled in front of his face.  I am so glad I wore my black form fitting pencil skirt with the slit in the back rising up to the bottom of my cheeks, and a body hugging cashmere sweater, the outfit is completed by my black “Fuck Me” Jimmy Choo’s. 

The ravishing woman in red from the top of her head to her immaculate dress is leaning with her beautiful ass and back to me against the back of Marco’s desk standing right in front of him.  Her hands are holding the edge of the desk in a very familiar stance.  I know instantly he’s fucked her.

“Mr. Kastanopoulis…,” my voice purrs to him from the doorway.

His head moves quickly to face me.  Does he have a guilty look on his face, I can’t tell?

“Hi, baby.”  You’re damn right, hi baby.

I take a couple of steps into the office as the mystery woman slowly turns her head to face me.  Isn’t this just great, she’s even more beautiful from the front with her pale cream flawless skin, red pouty lips,  deep green eyes and a ‘yeah, he’s fucked me’ smirk on her face.  It has not escaped me that she hasn’t budged at all.  Ok bitch, it’s on.  I know my movements have instinctively taken on their most sensuous moves, this is a cat fight in its own right. 

Marco is standing in front of me now, with his hands on my hips and mine go to lay flat on his chest.  The contours through his expensive dress shirt feel so good under my palms, my hands reflexively grasp his muscles wanting to feel them.  Marco wears his sexuality like his custom made suits, perfect, precise and completely seductive.  He smirks wickedly and lowers his mouth to mine kissing me gently.  I notice the she-devil still hasn’t moved.

“You must be Elizabeth.”

She finally speaks.

“I am.”

Do I sound triumphant?  Maybe a little.

“Elizabeth, this is Liana.  She’s in charge of Marketing and Public Relations.”

I bet she’s quite good at relations.

“Pleasure to meet you,” I say in my sexiest ‘fuck you’ purr.  Looking back at Marco I continue as if dismissing her, “You wanted me for lunch, Marco?”

His hands are still holding me by my hips, one of his eyebrow raises at my comment and the corner of his mouth quirks up with an ‘interesting choice of words’ look on his perfect face.  Fortunately She-devil, the name suits her much better than Liana, doesn’t see it.

“Always, baby.”

My eyes turn to Liana obviously saying, ‘What are you waiting for?  Leave.’

She slowly pushes herself from the desk and walks towards the door past us.  She looks like Jessica Rabbit in the voluptuous flesh.  Stopping in the doorway and turning her face back to Marco and I, she says to him with a slight smile, “I’ll be here when you finish with her, Marco,” and walks out.

Oh no, she didn’t!

He walks to the door and closes it and I stand there a little dumbfounded.  He turns to look at me.

“Bend over the desk, baby.”

My emotions are all over the place after meeting She-devil.  I want to ask Marco when the last time was he fucked her, my blood is boiling.  Instead of walking to the desk I close the space between us, grab him with both hands by his shirt and pull his mouth to mine. 

‘You are mine,’ I tell him with my kiss.

I am instantly on fire, my sex is pulsing, my breasts feel heavy and I just want to devour every inch of him and mark him as mine.  All of the anger, frustration and jealousy I am feeling is turning into intense arousal pouring from my mouth in to his.  Holding onto his shirt, my mouth still claiming his, I push him towards the desk.  A growl comes from deep in my chest.

When his ass hits the desk I come up for air.

“I want you to fuck me hard and fast right now, Marco,” my voice is deep and raspy as I begin to unbutton his shirt.  I want to dig my nails deep into his flesh and leave my mark on him.

“I had every intention of it, love.  After watching another man have his hands on you last night then you just left me to go be with your friends, I thought I was going to lose my mind.  I was going to wait for you at your place but I didn’t want you to think I didn’t trust you.”

“Why, Mr. Kastanopoulis, are you jealous?”

“No, Elizabeth, just possessive.  You’re mine. And right now I’m going to show you.”

Before I can blink he’s got me bent over the desk with his hands gliding up between my legs coming to brush over my lips.  The touch sends jolts through my body.   He slides one finger under my panties and through my quickly becoming wet folds as I hear the zipper of his trousers come down.  My hips move with that finger, pushing against it hard, searching for relief.  I’m flat on my stomach on the desktop opening up more to receive him.  He roughly shoves my skirt up and yanks my panties off ripping them from me with one pull.  Grabbing my hips roughly on the sides, he pulls my ass back to meet him and he’s filling me, the head of his cock slamming into my cervix making me moan in sweet discomfort.  I’m pounding back against him like a bucking bronco, my hunger so fierce.  I want him everywhere, in every part of me, nothing is enough. 

“Please, Marco, more, please...,” I beg him.

“I know, baby,” he grits out through clenched teeth.

The slapping of him against my ass becomes fiercer and more demanding as I feel his hands dig harder into me, sending my passion skyrocketing.  I feel like I’m an animal going wild with need. 

He pushes into me hard holding me against the desk, buried to his balls inside of me.  I love having him still inside me like this, my walls clamping down on him, sucking him, pulling on him and oh, it feels so good.  One of his hands moves and slides through my juices then comes to rest on my ass.  His thumb pushes into my other hole and the stars begin to explode behind my eyelids.  I moan deep and low in satisfaction. 

He begins to thrust again, slow, long, deep with his thumb holding me still. 

“Touch yourself.”  He demands it.

My hand comes around and moves slowly between my legs, my movements reflecting the delicious languor I’m feeling, totally intoxicated by the sensations of him filling me completely.  It’s so wonderful.

I feel him twitch inside of me, and it starts to push me over the edge.  My fingers scissor and wrap around his cock sliding in and out of me, I wish I could see it, the thought of that is so beautiful.

“Aahh, Elizabeth, that feels so good.” 

My sex responds to his reaction.  My palm rubs my clit as my fingers rub his cock sliding in and out of me.  I shatter, my orgasm slow and intense like the movements of his hips moving against me, into me, carrying me higher. 

“Oh, God, yes, Marco…”

He pulls me against him as he stiffens, buried deep inside me.  And I feel him spasming as his hot cum pours into me. 

“Grrrrrrr, You. Are. Mine,” thrusting with each word.  He growls, his hands gripping me so tightly I know I’ll have bruises.  And the thought makes me smile.  

He pulls out and bends, placing a fast kiss on each ass cheek before he slaps them.