Open Doors (Suncoast Society #27)(40)

Derrick picked up the phone and called Larry. “Thank you,” he said when his friend answered. “I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, it was low-hanging fruit. I’ll never turn that down. My editor asked why I didn’t write a longer story. People eat it up. There’s a growing backlash against the ‘morality police’ in this state. People are sick and tired of the hypocrisy, and of these nuts, especially the ‘end big government’ nuts, who try to do the exact same thing with their religion while ignoring the irony as they do. He gives you any more trouble, let me know. I’ll do a follow-up.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” Derrick said good-bye and ended the call, leaning back in his chair as he stared at Marcia. “Well?” he asked her.

“Well what?”

“Have I hit your ‘we’re done with this shit’ high-water mark yet?”

She smiled and stood, rounding the desk to sit in his lap. “Not even close, buddy.” She kissed him. “Honestly? I was wondering how to do a new membership drive. We’re doing well, but some of the older members have dropped off. People have moved or moved on. It never hurts to bring in fresh blood. This is great.”

“Any new protestors?”

“Kel reports the coast is clear. I would imagine the money the people had to put up for bail and getting their cars out of impound imparted a level of fiscal reality to their lives they weren’t expecting. Not to mention I’m sure some of them missed work, and all of those kinds of aggravations, and lost revenue.”

He stroked her back. “I’m a lucky, lucky man. Don’t think I don’t know that.”

She got up, walked over to his office door, locked it, then turned. She yanked her blouse up and off over her head. “I think you’re about to get even luckier.”

They didn’t often screw around in the office during the business hours. Between being too busy, and having too many people around, it wasn’t worth the risk. After hours, sure, they’d left their DNA all over the place.

His cock stiffened in his slacks as Marcia dropped her blouse into one of the chairs and started working on her bra.

She kicked off her shoes, her gaze meeting and holding his as she shimmied out of her slacks and panties, leaving them in a puddle on the floor. The only thing remaining, her wedding rings and the amethyst necklace she wore as her day collar.

He turned his chair to the side, snapped his fingers, and pointed at the floor in front of him.

With a sexy smile, she sauntered over and dropped to her knees in front of him.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” he whispered. He leaned back, and she went to work, unfastening his slacks and fishing his hardening cock out of his briefs.

With her eyes focused on him, she slowly wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her lips opening wide as she engulfed his cock in her mouth.

He buried his fingers in her hair. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Suck me good.”

“Mmmhmm.” It didn’t take her long to get him over, either. He had to clamp his jaw shut against the loud moan he wanted to let out as his orgasm hit and he filled her mouth with his juices.

As she knelt there, his softening cock in her mouth, she winked at him.

She nearly squealed when he pulled her to her feet and lifted her up onto his desk. He didn’t say a word, simply flashing her an evil grin before he shoved her knees apart and buried his face in her *.

With his hands holding her ass so she couldn’t wriggle free, she braced her arms against his shoulders. Her gasps as she tried to hold back her cries of pleasure nearly hardened him again. It didn’t take him long to get her over, either. He loved eating her out and knew the thrill of doing this here, where they might get caught, only added to her pleasure. They weren’t huge risk-takers.

But it wasn’t like they’d fire themselves if someone caught them at it.

Then he realized he was hard again.

He pulled her off the desk and onto her feet, turning her around and pushing her down over it as he stood and shoved his slacks and briefs down.

Her * was wet and ready when he slid his cock inside her. All he had to do was grab a fistful of her hair in one hand and pull her head back, while he reached around her with his other and found her clit.

Then he nipped her neck as he started playing with her clit.

She gasped, whining as he felt the spasms shuddering through her *. He could barely stand the wait until she finished before he started f*cking her, hard and fast and that load quickly ending up inside her *.

As she laid there, she said, “I think you’ll have to reprint these reports. I think I spooged them.”

He laughed and kissed the back of her shoulder. “I don’t blame you, sweetheart. I sort of caused you to spooge them.”

“True.” She looked back at him. “We’ve got to figure out a way to get you a private bathroom for this office.”

“Hell, then everyone would know what we’ve been doing.”

“True.”





Chapter Sixteen


Despite having rung her doorbell, Amelia seemed to start when Marcia opened the door for her.

“Hey, come on in.” She hugged Amelia after shutting the door behind her. “What’s up? You sounded pretty upset on the phone.”