“Stop trying to move or I’ll quit,” Marshall whispered.
“Okay,” I whispered back, not wanting him to quit anything.
For a long time, seemingly an eternity, Marshall continued to kiss and nibble my entire body, making me long to feel him inside of me. Eventually that time came and he slid into me slowly. Then he teased me. He’d get me revved up and ready to orgasm and then pull out, staring at me a bit, waiting for me to beg. I wanted to beg, but I refused, biting my lip instead and trembling until he’d decide it was time to go back into me.
This game continued for a long time until I had finally lucked out and was able to slide one of my hands out of the exercise band. Then the other slid out and I placed them on Marshall’s hips, telling him to thrust into me and give me the orgasm I wanted. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me was so interesting and unlike anything I’d experience before. It must have been the way my legs were separated. Everything was intense and I became more demanding, telling Marshall what I wanted. He listened and kept pounding in and out of me harder and harder until we both came together. It was amazing and the first time our orgasms had come in unison.
“I kind of like being bossy like that,” I laughed. It was true too. It had given me a kind of rush that I’d never felt before, aside from a little bit in the conference room during the merger meeting the other day.
“I could tell you enjoyed it. I love the way your eyes light up when you’re being mad or bossy. It’s a big turn-on.”
“You have expressive eyes like that too,” I said. “However, right now I’d like to have my ankles untied. I’m starting to feel like elastic-girl.”
“The things we could do if you were,” Marshall commented, bending over to release my ankles from the exercise bands and dumbbells.
“Looks like I might have to put yoga on my to-do list,” I said.
“Or maybe I can just help you,” Marshall replied.
“Oh, you’re so thoughtful.”
“And selfish.” Marshall laughed and he went over to get my clothes, tossing them to me.
“I can’t believe we have to go back tomorrow morning already. This has been the best little getaway. I feel absolutely spoiled.”
“Unfortunately the work never ends,” Marshall added.
“You know, Marshall, I have to give you credit for actually relaxing the last few days. I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to do it.”
“Me either, but you’ve proved to be a delightful distraction, Miss Rowland.”
“As are you, Mr. Kent.”
The small getaway to the Malibu beach house was absolutely incredible for me. I couldn’t have had a better time and knew that I’d completely fallen for Marshall beyond what I should at that point. I couldn’t help it and I’d wanted to resist it, but had failed.
As Marshall dropped me off at my apartment in the morning I realized that we’d never talked about our relationship or where it was at. I assumed that he was ready to admit that we were more than friends. I knew I was. I was going to mention it too, but had chickened out. I didn’t want to deal with any down side to what I’d called a perfect few days. I’d gotten to know Marshall better as a person and certainly connected—repeatedly—with him intimately. It was better to leave the topic alone and not force any awkward conversations, especially when I was stranded in Malibu.
Chapter 21
The problem with unexpected vacations is the back-up of work that you have when you get back. Marshall had impressed me with just dropping everything at the beach house and showing me a sexual release unlike anything I even had thought was imaginable. I had learned so much and was excited about the personal growth when it came to physical confidence and exploring sexual boundaries. However, all that was done now and it was time to get back to work.
Marshall was down three executives and their sudden release, combined with his abrupt absence, was all the talk around the studio. He was hustling, trying to get in solid and trustworthy talents to replace them. As for me, I finished up the last bits of details from the failed merger.
I’d learned enough about Marshall to not take his curt manner personally either, which was good. Otherwise I would have been plenty annoyed at how he just said things and walked away. I couldn’t look at him though without having some thoughts about how incredible the time away together was. Did he feel the same? Only he knew because he didn’t display any of his soft side again, only his all business and no pleasure side.
When the weekend came I was hoping that Marshall and I could get together and discuss the status of our relationship. I needed to know if we were just friends or if we were more. I understood a professional distance at work, but needed to get a grasp on how to juggle everything from an emotional perspective.
Friday morning when I got to work there was no sign of Marshall anywhere. Usually he was waiting to give me a brief of what he’d like me to work on that day or to get updates, but not this morning.
I called out and didn’t hear an answer. Then I did hear some noise coming from the back by his house. I called again and still no answer. I walked out; wanting to go and make sure everything was okay.
When I passed through the small courtyard in back that separated the office from his home I couldn’t help but sense déjà vu at the trip. It reminded me of the first day that I’d ever met Marshall. That had been one of the most disastrous days of my life, leaving a burning impression of his gorgeous body in my mind along with an innate desire to have sex with him. It had changed me forever and that was something that would never change now, especially after the beach house days.
I opened the door and called out. “Sorry to bother you, Marshall. I was wondering…” I stopped mid-sentence as I saw the actress from the first day I met Marshall hurriedly put on her top, while Marshall zipped up his pants.
My mind didn’t know how to process this. What was she doing here like that, and why was Marshall with her…still? I’ve never felt more ashamed and humiliated than I was at that moment. I knew I shouldn’t have let myself fall hard for Marshall. He was too much of a player, too damaged to have a normal loving committed relationship with a woman.
I had never walked so fast away from a building in my entire life. My heart was racing and my eyes were stinging. All I could think was, “It’s happened again. Damn it Becca. Stop being such a sucker.”
Every bit of insecurity that Brandon had given me when he left shouted out at me, reminding me that I wasn’t good enough to keep any man content for very long. For Marshall I’d apparently been his flavor of the week and he’d moved on to other things, showing me that he wasn’t interested in anything more than a fuck buddy who just happened to also have a knack for business.