Movie Merger (Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club #2) (8 page)

Marshall leaned over to me and whispered, “Let’s go out on that dance floor again.” Then he nibbled my ear sensually, giving a little bite with his teeth. It sent me reeling. The desire to release what was building up inside of me was only enhanced by the martinis too, making every part of me ache for intimacy with Marshall. I was so ready to have him that I swear I would have let him take me in the bathroom if that’s what it took to consummate the deal.

This time on the dance floor our moves were even bolder, our hands roaming each other’s bodies and dirty dancing like it was our own brand of foreplay.

As I moved to the music Marshall would lean over me and press the small of my back with his hand, telling me that he could sense how the other men wanted me, but he was going to show them who I was with—him. Then he’d graze his lips across mine, making mine quiver and wish that he’d lingered there just a big longer.

I was experiencing a mating ritual of the most erotic and pleasurable kind. It was a celebration of my desires and Marshall’s for me. It was the moment that I’d visualized with him since I first saw him naked in his office, giving multiple orgasms to the actress that had been the lucky one to receive his attentions at that given moment. Tonight was my turn and I couldn’t wait. I wanted it so badly.

“Do you think we could continue our party back at the hotel room?” I asked.

Without another words, Marshall took me off the dance floor and nodded to one of the attendants at the door, who seemed to know what he wanted without him having to say a word. I was so flushed and horny that I didn’t want to take the time to say goodbye to anybody. Not only did I not want anybody to say anything that might stop the sexual buzz I was feeling at that moment, but I also didn’t want to stop Marshall, who finally seemed so willing to open up and give himself to me.

The entire ride back to the hotel involved hands roaming each other aggressively and rough kissing that showed the urgency that both of us was feeling. I groaned, so wet and excited that I couldn’t stand it any longer. There was no time to listen to that little voice in the back of my mind that was trying to get me to slow down. I was full speed ahead.

Chapter 13

The limousine finally pulled up to the hotel and Marshall and I got out, making our way into the lobby. I was well aware that my hair was messed up and I had the look of somebody who had either had sex or was ready to.

Marshall and I made our way to the elevator, longing to get in there and away from the prying eyes that seemed to be watching us in the lobby. Once the doors closed and Marshall put his key into the slot for the VIP suites floor we began to kiss once again. He pressed my body against the glass of the elevator, letting his hands gently glide up my thigh to the place that I longed to feel them. I braced my hands on the brass bars that were on each side of the elevator, clutching them to keep my balance and give me an outlet for the intense feeling I had. I was to the point where his touch alone could nearly bring me to orgasm, something that I’d read about, but had never experienced.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Becca. I want to get you into that room right now and take you in every place I can find. I need you so bad, but…”

I immediately started to quiet Marshall by unzipping his jeans and sliding my hand in to feel his shaft, stroking it aggressively and not wanting to hear what would possibly come after that but. There were no buts tonight. It was our night and I was ready. I knew Marshall was ready too. This tension had been building for nearly a week now and it was something that demanded exploration.

Through my peripheral I noticed that the elevator door had opened, but then it shut again. Marshall must have realized it too because his long arms reached over and pressed the door open button and it opened again. He took my hand and guided me out of the elevator to the room, which was only two doors down. That was a good thing because I didn’t enjoy having his hands off of me. Every place that he’d touched me seemed to leave a tattoo of erotic sensation on my skin. I wanted more and needed more.

Once in the room Marshall and I headed right toward the bedroom. We remained standing while we undressed each other down. I looked at him, my hair now down and beginning to stick to my neck from the intensity of the foreplay we’d just been going through for the last hours. I studied Marshall’s naked body, thinking of it as the type of thing that was thought of by a sculptor—a perfect work of art and one that you longed to possess.

Marshall picked me up and laid me down in bed, slowly stroking my entire body, as if he was memorizing every detail of it. I tried to touch him back, but he wouldn’t let me, whispering that he just wanted to experience this, and please don’t interfere. I didn’t. Instead, I felt the passion that was emanating through him through his kisses.

For the longest time Marshall lingered on my breasts, kissing them passionately, making my nipples grow darker and more aroused with each touch of his lips. I’d never experienced such patient and seductive attention to my breasts for such a long period of time. I couldn’t believe how much I could sense all the nerve endings in them responding to the kisses, strokes, squeezes, and gentle bites. There was no rhyme or reason to it and the spontaneity and intrigue of what would happen next kept me so alert, making every touch seem more intense.

When Marshall would stop kissing and feeling my breasts he’d slowly go down between my legs and insert his fingers into me. I was so wet and needy. Each movement or flicker of his strong big hands would give me small spasms of utter delight. Then he’d take his finger and slowly trace down my stomach, starting between my breasts and ending just above my hips, blowing on the slight dampness that came from my longing for him. It was so amazing and the change in my body temperature from those cool spots to the rest of me, which was so heated, aroused me further. He knew everything and was showing me things that I’d never thought possible. My body responded like I’d never thought it would.

I could feel Marshall’s erect penis pressed against my thigh as he worked his magic all over my skin. He was eager for me and I sensed it was time. He slowly went on top of me and stared down at me. I couldn’t take his eyes off of him as he slowly slid toward me, beginning to enter me and give me what I’d been longing for.

It’s hard to say what he saw in my eyes, but something immediately changed in Marshall’s. He sensed hesitation in me and despite my desires to have him inside of me I knew it wasn’t time. That voice of reason in the back of my head had won out.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do that yet,” I said, hoping Marshall wouldn’t be too ticked at me for seeming like nothing more than a tease in that moment.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Marshall whispered. “Please let me please you. I want to please you so badly, see that beautiful look in your fiery green eyes as you accept the pleasure I can give you.”

I smiled, encouraging Marshall. I did want this and somehow this was acceptable, even if he entering into me wasn’t at that moment.

Marshall’s lips slowly traveled down my stomach until he reached my loins. He gently grabbed my legs and put them up toward my chest, reaching down and accessing me in the most intimate place with such gentle intensity that I immediately responded, shuddering from a slight orgasm that he gave me with his tongue in a matter of a minute. It was incredible.

I lay there, unable to move and only able to enjoy everything that Marshall did to me at that moment. His tongue would harden and slide in and out of me, creating tingles from its presence inside of me. The next minute it would slide out and he’d aggressively lick me, making me want to scream out from the amazing feelings that it brought out in me.

He was so masterful, showing that he knew exactly how to reach a woman in her most intimate spots with every part of his body. As he kept going I couldn’t help but continue to release, having the final explosion when he slid his tongue into me once again, while sliding his fingers into me and wiggling it until I came so hard that I couldn’t even say another word.

“How do you feel?” Marshall asked, coming up to kiss me gently on the lips.

“I...I…wow,” was all I could get out. I’d just experienced something that I didn’t even know was possible. It was at such a higher physically intimate level than anything I’d ever experienced before.

“I’ll take that as a you feel great,” Marshall said tenderly, moving my tendrils of hair from my face and tucking them behind my ear. He looked so relaxed, happy, and content. It intrigued me, even at that moment of exhaustion, because he hadn’t expected anything from me. He had enjoyed giving me pleasure and that meant a lot. In that moment, my heart grew more attached to him once again. I didn’t understand how it could happen within the span of a week, but it had and I felt good about it.

“I’ve had a fantastic day. Thank you so much, Marshall. It’s really meant a lot,” I said.

“That’s good to hear because you deserve it. You’ve done so much for me,” Marshall said.

“But nothing like that,” I added, laughing and putting my hand up to his face. Something about that gesture made Marshall flinch a bit, showing that despite how great he’d made me feel he was still carrying his demons around. I pulled away, just patting his hand instead.

“Let’s get you to bed. I have a few correspondences to follow-up on before I settle down.”

“Okay,” I said. My heart sank. I was looking forward to lying naked next to Marshall that night and feeling his naked skin pressed against mine. It was what I had been longing for.

Marshall proceeded to tuck me in like I was a small child and kissed me gently on the forehead. I tried to fight sleep, wanting to be awake when he came back in, but the intense sexual experience, combined with wine and martinis made me lose that battle. I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 14

I woke up, excited about the last two days that I was going to be in Las Vegas. Marshall and I had really made some progress last night and it was fantastic. I woke up energized and optimistic about how incredible it would be when we took our physical relationship faster. The only thing that wasn’t ideal was the voice in the back of my mind warning me to proceed with caution. However, listening to that voice this morning wasn’t an option for me.

Marshall was already up when I got up, just like he’d been most mornings. I put on my t-shirt and panties and peaked out into the sitting area of our suite. He was sitting there fully dressed and eating his breakfast.

“Good morning,” I said. “You been up long?”

He turned his head and looked at me briefly. “Busy day coming up. I’ll be glad when this Vegas week is over. It can be such a drag after a bit,” Marshall said.

My heart just dropped at his words and tone. He was back to the Marshall that seemed to be void of any emotion unless it involved work.
Damn it!
I reprimanded myself for doing something that I knew would set me up for disappointment and undoubtedly, Marshall really wouldn’t care.

“Yah, I’ll be glad to get back to LA too,” I commented.

“When do you expect the summaries of the information on the merger to be done?” Marshall asked, looking at me as if I was one of his peons.
Why would he look at me any different way? Now I’m just one of many women who succumbed to him. Just a number, nothing more.

“I had expected to have them done today, but now I’m a day behind. I expect that they should be done by tomorrow, before we leave.”

“Some things have come up and we’ll be leaving tomorrow. Two days’ time will be fine,” Marshall said. Then he turned back to his paper, acting as if I was dismissed. I had so many emotions raging through me at that moment. I was as pissed off as I’d been at the restaurant, but I was also more hurt than I’d been in a long time…since Brandon.

I went back into the bedroom, feeling foolish for walking out in my t-shirt and panties. However, I was feeling more foolish for allowing myself to go into that dangerous emotional territory that I’d entered slowly over the past few days. I remained hidden in the bathroom until Marshall left. It didn’t take long. He didn’t even say goodbye or anything—just walked right out the door without so much as a second thought.

After getting dressed and splashing some cold water on my face to alleviate the puffy eyes I had from a minor breakdown and cry fest I got back to work, reminding me that I was hired to do a job. I wouldn’t fail at that. Heck, I’d even go so far as to admit that I had brought everything on myself by allowing me to become vulnerable to Marshall Kent. Ugh!

Work came fairly easily that morning because the project did require 100% concentration as I rounded up the facts and information, starting to put it neatly into a prospectus that Marshall would be able to read to assess everything. Before I knew it I looked up and it was 1:30. I was starving. Apparently Marshall wouldn’t be bringing me lunch any longer. I took a break and went down to the lobby of the hotel, deciding to enjoy a meal at the Lux Café before getting back to work.

I’d eaten alone before and had never thought twice about it, but eating lunch alone this day was completely different. Not only was I physically alone, but I felt all alone emotionally. No connection to anyone or even possibilities of one in the foreseeable future. I knew it was a pity party, but I couldn’t stop the self-doubt and plummeting self-esteem from consuming me.

“Excuse me, would you mind if I joined you?” someone asked. It jolted me right out of my thoughts and I looked up. A younger guy was standing there, wearing a business suit, and he was quite handsome. Despite that, I wasn’t in the mood for company and knew that I had to get back to work.

“I’m sorry. I was just getting ready to head back to work,” I commented.

“Must be one of those taxing type of days, huh?” he replied.

“It most certainly is,” I said. I smiled softly, not having the energy to fake having energy or joy at that moment.

“Well, whatever it is I hope it gets better for you. I wish I hadn’t been so late getting here. Maybe you would have said yes,” the man said.