Marshall’s hands reached up and grabbed my breasts, pinching them and caressing them as I came closer to climax. His fingers then went to touch and rub me from below until I wanted to explode. Finally I couldn’t wait any longer and my back arched as I came aggressively, forcefully, releasing all of the sexual energy that I’d built up for Marshall over the past weeks in one defining moment. Just as I finished I looked at Marshall to see that he was staring at me with those intense blue eyes and beginning to come in me, his eyes filled with such pleasure and pain at the same time that there were unshed tears in them. He was emotionally and physically moved by our lovemaking as I was. It felt so good, so necessary, so wonderfully loving, unlike what I thought it would be like.
I collapsed down on to Marshall and began to kiss him, now oblivious to the chilliness of the cement and stones. All I could feel was the intense heat from what I’d just experienced. It was hands down the best sexual experience I’d ever had, including the masterful attention that Marshall had paid to me in Vegas on that night.
“Wow,” Marshall said.
“Yep, that sums it up,” I said, smiling. “I think I like being your friend.”
“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had,” Marshall said, pulling me closer again and caressing my cheek. “You’re okay with this?”
“Yes, I am. I wanted this Marshall and I wish I wouldn’t have held back last time. I’ve regretted it ever since.”
“You have?” Marshall asked, sounding surprised by my confession.
“You are a beautiful, sexy, and smart man. There’s nothing not to desire about you.”
“Really,” Marshall said.
“Yes,” I said. I slid my hand down, wanting to feel his firm body and noticed that he still had an erection. “So, are you ready to go for it again?”
“I think I can manage it,” Marshall smiled.
From that moment on, we found ourselves exploring every detail of each other’s body, fucking in every way we could think of and going until we’d collapse from exhaustion. We were insatiable for each other, having denied ourselves this desire for so long.
“Becca,” Marshall said, “I dreamed of touching you and fucking you since the first time I saw you standing there in my room.”
“I wanted you to, so badly, Marshall,” I said, rubbing my cheeks against his chest. I kissed his stomach and then his chest, licking his nipple until he groaned and grabbed me to turn me on my back. With a roar, he plunged into me, thrusting in and out until I was crying out his name and almost digging my nails into his back, we both climaxed so hard at the same time, we’d doze off afterwards and then start it all over again a little later.
It was hard to say how much time had passed, but suddenly Marshall was nudging me awake. “Becca, it’s nearly 11 p.m.”
“Oh my gosh,” I said, snapping out of the bliss that I’d just experienced for a great many hours. “The merger meeting!”
“We’ll be okay. You’ve done all your homework and the rest will fall into place,” Marshall said. “I have complete confidence in you.” He leaned in and kissed me, instantly calming my anxiety.
“I hope that cellar door is unlocked now. All my…exercise…has made me hungry and exhausted.” I smiled, winking at Marshall. Thankfully the door was unlocked. We quickly got dressed and made our way upstairs to see that everybody was gone. In the kitchen there was a note on the counter. It read:
Marshall and Becca,
We’re glad to see that you two “friends” had so much fun today and stopped being so stubborn. The only thing we are ALL curious about is what time it’ll be when you get this note. For the record, the door was unlocked by 3 p.m.
Thanks for the hospitality and we all hope you two stop being so stubborn and admit you got something special started!
Sophia, Mandi, Sergio, and Andre
PS: The guys want you to know that the brilliant cellar idea was definitely the ladies!
Marshall and I couldn’t help but laugh at the message. Indeed their plan had worked for today, but I still didn’t know what the future would hold for us or if we were prepared to admit anything. One thing I couldn’t deny was that I’d had an incredible Sunday and it defined what amazing sex was in my eyes.
“Well, I’d better get going. See you bright and early,” I said.
“Let me walk you out to your car. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, friend.”
“You either, friend.”
We laughed and off I went in my little Audi, hauling it home and hoping that I’d be set to go. It was hard to think of business though when the taste and touch of Marshall lingered all over my body.
Chapter 18
I was ready to go and back at the office by 7 a.m. feeling more alive and determined to stop the merger than ever before. In the back of my mind I was still beaming from the day before and it energized me to give the impending meeting my all.
“This is it. The day has come, the day you hired me for,” I said to Marshall when he came downstairs. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, I am. And you?”
“I am. Marshall, I finally got the final pieces to the puzzle I was waiting for last night to solidify all this and have it make sense. It was on my email when I got home.”
“Hopefully you got some sleep,” Marshall commented, looking concerned.
“I got enough. I’m pretty energized today,” I said.
“So, you don’t regret yesterday, Becca?”
“Not one single bit of it,” I replied.
“Good,” Marshall said, his face full of concern as he searched my face. “Because I certainly didn’t, Becca. Not at all.” He paused, while looking at my lips and eyes, clearly wanting to kiss them. But he held back. “So, what did you find out?”
I went on to tell Marshall about how the executives at his studio had definitely been playing his father and had plans to boot him out of the picture once the merger was complete. They’d taken advantage of a sickly man and the hopes that his son would be clueless when it came to business. All of that was done in exchange for them being offered high stock options and fatter salaries at the new studio that would be formed after the merger.
Marshall was shaking his head, not even looking bothered by it. I had to give him credit. It took a strong confident person to not feel angry about someone attempting to play them for a fool.
I finally asked, “So, how do you want to approach this? At the meeting or before the meeting?”