After one quick last glance and a freshening up of lipstick I got out of the car and made my way into the front door of the home. When I opened it up I didn’t see anyone around. No workers, no receptionist, no Mr. Kent.
There were some voices coming from the back end of the house and I called out. “Hello.” There was no answer, but I still heard the voices. Deciding to investigate, I walked closer to them and noticed the echo of my tall red heels as they clicked on the tile floor. “Hello,” I called out again.
I still didn’t get an answer and walked to the back of the house, assuming that Mr. Kent’s office must be there and he just hadn’t heard me or was in a meeting. Maybe that’s where is assistant was. After my third called out hello I paused, wondering if it would be rude to just walk into his office unannounced. I decided it wouldn’t be rude at all because I had announced my presence several times already.
Chapter 2
I quickly discovered that there was no one in the main house and the sounds I was hearing were coming from a small bungalow that was on the backside of the house I’d just walked to the back of. Wow, the place was so big and I couldn’t help but admire some of the art deco inspired work on the walls. I wondered if they had been purchased at the gallery that Mandi owned and operated in New York City. I’d have to ask for some small talk if the opportunity arose.
As I neared the bungalow where I heard the voices coming from I called out again, understanding why they hadn’t heard me initially. The voices still sounded out, a man and a woman’s, but there was no response. I slowly turned the door knob and opened up the door that must be the office—the one where the noises were coming from.
Feeling like a spy during an investigation, I poked my head around the corner and stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and I could feel the crimson start flooding my face as I stared at them—the naked man and woman all sweaty and enjoying the most intimate of pleasures with each other. Did I just walk in on an adult film in the making? I looked around, wondering if that was the case. There were no cameras though or any other crew member to indicate that was what it was. I was standing there watching two people have sex—pretty wild sex from the looks of it.
I never would have thought it possible, but it was happening. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the two people in front of me either. They were physically perfect and the man was absolutely gorgeous, hotter than any guy I’d ever seen before. He was grabbing the voluptuous breasts of the woman and biting them somewhat aggressively in his mouth, then sucking on them. She moaned with excitement, arching her back to allow him to roam over her skin even more.
Watching this intimate scene was absolutely provocative to me and I could feel myself getting wet in my panties just from viewing the two people giving each other such responsive pleasure. I’d never been in an intimate situation like that before and a part of me immediately knew I’d love to find out what it was all about and give it a try. Brandon had been okay in bed, but the fireworks were not always that intense or interesting. I always felt it was more for him to enjoy than for me. But this, even just watching this, made me hotter than I’ve ever been. I wanted this man’s hand and mouth all over me like this.
Who is this guy, I thought. I tried to figure it out, staring at him the entire time. I suddenly realized that a pair of piercing beautiful blue eyes was staring at me while the owner’s lips continued to suck and nibble on the woman’s breasts. At that moment it dawned on me. I was standing in Marshall Kent’s office watching him in a most intimate situation. Unbelievable!
There must have been a peculiar expression on my face because I saw Marshall wink at me as he slid the woman onto his hard-on with her legs wrapped around his waist. She started gyrating on him, moving her hips in ways that would allow him to enter her deeper and thrust harder. The two rocked back and forth in perfect sync and the woman couldn’t stop groaning. Her long brown hair was hanging loosely down her back and her hard nipples were sticking straight out with excitement. Seconds later the intense groan that comes with an equally intense climax escaped her lips. And again…and again.
If anyone were to ask me I would have no clue why I couldn’t turn away from what I was watching. I was frozen in place, intrigued, and fascinated at the sight of watching them both get off on me watching them. It was insane. At that moment Marshall finally took his eyes off her and thrust forward, moaning as he finally had his climax.
Now the woman was also looking at me and I immediately recognized her. She was an actress that had recently been in a film that had catapulted her career to a new level. Marshall must have signed her on for his studio. I must say, I didn’t blame her one bit if she chose to sleep her way to the top if she got to experience that. That was amazing looking!
The woman got up and smiled at me, acting like nothing unusual had just happened. She leaned down and picked up her slinky cotton dress which had been casually flung to the side and slid it on and walked past me to the door and left.
The flush on my face deepened now and I became very embarrassed about my act of voyeurism. Marshall Kent didn’t seem to care though. He walked over to me, naked as naked could be, and erection still hard.
Those blue eyes made me so instantly horny when they looked at me, his face still hungry and sex-charged. When I looked at the abundant size of his cock it made my imagination go wild with possibilities. What would it feel like to have that slide in me? The rippling muscles and tanned skin with no tan lines didn’t hurt either. The guy was absolutely incredible—an Adonis among mortals. Focus Becca…you cannot get distracted by this package right now…no matter how delicious it looks.
“Miss Rowland, you’re late,” Marshall said, snapping me back to reality.
“I apologize, Mr. Kent. That’s not something that usually happens to me, but I didn’t plan for an interstate chase today.”
“Call me Marshall. I’m a busy man and don’t like tardiness. Thankfully I was able to give myself a bit of a distraction while I waited for you,” Marshall said.
“I…uh…ah,” I mumbled, not knowing how to respond. “I’m sorry and it won’t happen again.”
“It better not. Tardiness is a lack of respect and I can’t have that, can I, Miss Rowland?” Marshall asked, arching his eyebrows. Even that was sexy. His voice was condescending and bossy, something that would normally irk me greatly, but when he did it, the sound was somehow a turn-on. Plus, I could still feel the intense sexual heat radiating from Marshall. I could not stop staring at his delicious smooth muscles all over his body, and his enormous cock. It was practically staring at me. Why wasn’t I ever turned on as much by my ex? I licked my lips nervously. If I keep looking, I was going to lose this deal. Boy, I had to get focused and do it quickly.