Marc (Bowen Boys, #4)(14)
He’d forgotten about her parents. He reached for Jonny’s file to find the address when she told him. He picked up his phone and told Harris to get a few shifters out to that address as soon as possible. He hung up the phone when she started to undress.
“You should know that I have a meeting in an hour.” She nodded and continued to strip. “If you want the shit beat out of you now, you’re going to look like hell when our prospective clients come to call.”
“So don’t hit me and when we get home you can make up for it.” She got down on her knees in front of him. “Or would you rather have a bite to eat first before I suck you off?”
He wanted both and told her so. But she shook her head. He watched the flare of excitement in her eyes when he hit her on the face. He ordered her to lean over his desk and when she did it, he moved his body toward her and picked up his ruler he’d bought just for her.
“I can always hurt you where they won’t be able to see it. Then when I come all over your ass, you can lick me clean.” She moaned and danced on her feet while opening her legs for him. “Christ, you’re wet for me, aren’t you? It’s dripping down your legs.”
Roy tore open the fly on his pants, not even bothering with taking them off. He was fisting his cock hard and using his precum to lubricate himself as he prepared her ass for him. Coming in her ass was as good as coming down her throat.
“I need you to spank me, Roy. Come on, f*cking hit me.” He brought the ruler down so hard it drew blood in a long cut along her ass. She cried out and begged him for more. He slammed his cock deep into her ass as he hit her three more times, each time a little harder than the last. When she came, screaming out his name, he joined her, his cock exploding into her. Before he was finished, she jerked from him and fell to her knees, taking him into her mouth as he f*cked her. She came again, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he felt his cock being strangled at the back off her throat. Christ, how did he live without her before this?
After the meeting with a couple that wanted to see if he had a leopard, he sat in his office and tried to think where he’d get one when she came back into his office. She sat in the chair opposite to him and grinned. He hated that grin.
“They told me they’d pay any price to have a leopard. Any price. They want to show it off to their friends.” He watched her as she slid a piece of paper toward him.
“That’s a shifter I heard of. He’s in debt to his ass on gambling. I’m thinking you can buy him for the price of his debts. And since we know the man who he owes the money too, we all win.”
He looked at the piece of paper before picking up the phone. “And if he won’t sell us his marker, then what?”
She shrugged. “Then we kill him too.”
As she moved out of the room, he shivered. Christ, she was cold. He looked at the name of the bookie and wondered why she’d say that about her own father. Anita Kidd was one cold and calculating bitch.
“Hello, Mr. Kidd. It’s Roy Dawson. I was wondering if we could talk a little about Chris Reutter. I understand he owes you a great deal of money.”
And just like that, he had a shifter.
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Marc was in a shitty mood. Even the others in the office were steering clear of him. When he came out of his office for the second time in less than an hour to bark at someone, she slammed her desk drawer closed and stood up. She was going to lunch early and he could f*ck off.
He watched her as she turned the service over, and then followed her into the little kitchen area. She was waiting for the water to boil in the microwave when he leaned against the counter beside her.
“Is that all you ever eat? Don’t you crave meat or an occasional vegetable?” She didn’t look at him when the machine dinged. “I’m talking to you, the least you can do is acknowledge me.”
“Hello. Now get the f*ck away from me. I’m on my lunch hour. My time, not yours.” He growled low and her entire body went on alert; her cat seemed to skim along her skin. She stood up, dumping her lunch on the table, and backed up.
“You felt it, didn’t you?” He moved toward her slowly as he spoke low. “You want to come to me, don’t you? You want to touch me.”
“I’m not feeling well. I would like to go home.” He shook his head and continued coming toward her. “You can’t keep me here. I can go when I want to.”
The vending machine touched her back. She knew she was trapped. Looking to her left, she could see the wall, and to her right was another table. He was nearly to her when she looked at him. Putting out her hand made him stop, but when he took it into his hand and then to his mouth, she jerked away.
“You feel it. This attraction between us. You want me as much as I want you.” She shook her head at him. “If I touch you right now, what will you do? Will I smell your arousal?”
His words were having the strangest effect on her. She tried to back further away from him as he closed the distance between them. When he ran his finger along her throat, she moaned before she could stop it. He leaned slowly into her neck and she tilted her head for him.
His tongue was hot and wet; it curved around her throat to her ear where he nipped at her lobe. Putting her hand up to push him away ended up with her curling her hand into his chest as he ran his hand down her ribs to the top of her pants. As soon as his hand touched her ribs, she moaned again. He lifted her up with his free hand and wrapped her leg over his hip. His cock rocked into her as he cupped her breast from beneath.