Boss: Romantic Thriller Page 4

  “Mr. Marshall,” she breathed when he moved his hand to go between her tightly shut thighs.

  “Mr. Marshall?”

  “Relax,” he ordered her with raw satisfaction when she parted her thighs. His thumb probed and his fingers set aside her panty

  “Mr. Marshall that will be enough. Stop!” she pushed him back, quickly adjusting her dress. He drew back to his seat and smiled. She realized her breast was not only out her bra cup but the front of her as well. “Are you like this with every woman on a job interview?”

  “Depends on what she interviewing for,” he chuckled.

  “Mr. Marshall I’m not done being honest—”

  “Call me Tarek,” he said and fell back on his seat.

  “Okay, Tarek. You'd have to offer a hell of a lot more than a desk job if you want to fuck me.”

  “So we're back to being honest?” he asked.

  “You just had your hand on my vagina. All I got left now, is honesty.”

  “Then tell me who you’re working for?”

  “What?”

  “Who hired you for this little seduction?” he demanded.

  “No one.”

  “Don't bullshit me,” he grumbled. “Your name isn't Angela Brown. Is it? Did Dale set this up? My brother. Are you working for him?”

  Kassidy chewed on her bottom lip. She looked over at him, and then back to the window. She had the credentials. Daniel had his hackers create all the necessary changes to bury Kassandra Turner.

  “I am Angela Brown. That part is true. But I didn't intern with the congressman. In fact, I've never been to Africa.”

  “No shit?” Tarek said.

  “I’m a consultant, and a good one. I may have embellished my accomplishments but I am the real thing. I don’t work for your brother. I want to work for you. I want to be at the table. Look at what I've done so far. I'm seated next to thee Tarek Marshall.”

  “Okay,” he said.

  “Okay?” she asked.

  “Sounds like the truth to me,” Tarek said.

  She wasn't sure if he meant it, but she decided to accept his answer. He glanced over at her and she dared again, to look into his predatory eyes. “How about a late dinner?”

  Was it a genuine offer or a set up? She wasn't sure. But Tarek Marshall was right. Without risk, there are no rewards.

  “Okay.”

  Chapter 3

  Tarek's headache was gone. The house was left open to him. It was a ranch and he owned many. This one had the isolation and calm he needed. Outside, just as they arrived, the rain began to pour. He'd led the beautiful woman with the sexy hips, nice ass, and sweet smile to the steps under the protective cover of his umbrella. She walked inside and he helped her from her coat. He liked her short haircut. Since they arrived in Texas the humidity and rain made it lay flat to her skull like a dark crown. Tarek had an accurate and swiftly assessing eye when it came to women and there was something fresh about her beauty. They lived in the age of Botox and fake tits. Not Angela. She was genuine. At least physically. She stepped forward with her hands clasped together as he observed. Her skin was an umber color, much like the reddish-brown earth pigment that covered his land when the sunlight disappeared to dusk. Her ass was round, and in perfect symmetry with her womanly hips, that drew up to her tiny waist. And although he could be a Maverick when it came to business, he appreciated the fresh beauty she breathed into the atmosphere when she walked about.

  He'd not dated many women of color. Well, that wasn't necessarily true. There was one woman many years ago. And he'd practiced hard to not think about what became of her.

  “Does it meet your approval?” he asked.

  She cast a look over her shoulder at him, and he could see her eyes were amazingly calm when she responded. “It’ll do. You stay here? Half the place is unfurnished,” she said.

  “It’s a family ranch. The first one we owned. And yes, I stay here when I want to escape the city,” he replied

  His gaze went to her bare fingers. No ring.

  “Are you married?” he asked.

  “Are you proposing?” she turned around and faced him. There was something underneath her innocence. An edge he didn't trust. She wanted something from him. He sensed it. And though his ego would like to believe it was sex, his instinct told him differently.

  “Are you?”

  “No Mr. Marshall, ah, Tarek. I'm not married.”

  “No jealous boyfriend waiting for you at home?” he asked.

  “If he did exist, would you care?” she answered.

  He smiled. “No. I suppose not.”

  Her gaze flickered over to the rain splattered window. “How far outside of Dallas are we?”

  “Far enough,” he said.

  “And we’re alone,” she shed her blazer and let it drop to the floor,” she asked.

  “Yes. We’re alone,” he answered and walked over to pick up her blazer. He then headed to the open room over to his left. She followed. He tossed her coat and blazer to the sofa. His driver arrived with his luggage and her things. Tarek decided to fix them a drink.

  Kassidy stared at Tarek not sure what to do or say next. She'd run out of witty conversation and quick comebacks. It was draining trying to play checkers with a man who insisted on playing chess. She was vaguely aware, that though Tarek's mansion was enormous, with an indefinable scent of luxury in the air, it had a cold empty feel to it. She should have paid more attention to where he was bringing her but it was dark, and she spent most of the time trying to offer engaging conversation.

  Thankfully the martini buzz she’d had, faded. Now he presented another glass with dark amber liquid.

  “Here, drink this, it'll warm you up,” he promised.

  She accepted the drink with a smile, and tossed it back the way he did, with one swallow. And the liquid torched her throat. She gagged, and put a fist to her mouth to keep from puking.

  “What the hell was that!” she demanded.

  “Tequila,” he said.

  “Yuck!” she gave him the glass back.

  He laughed. Like a bullet to her head, the affect was instant. She felt light, and with levity out went her sensibility. “It's disgusting,” she said and touched his arm to keep her balance.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I think so. But no more drinks, thanks.”

  He chuckled and walked away. She followed. She wasn't sure why, but she was right on his heels. He set the glass on the bar and turned to bump into her. She was brave again, and aroused. It wasn't just the tequila but she’d later admit drinking had something to do with it. It was him. It had always been him.

  Their eyes met in one long moment. Kassidy decided that nerves were no longer going to freeze her, because what would be the point. She'd made her bed by walking into the devil's chamber. There was a price to pay to go further. Her price to pay.

  Kassidy put her arms up and around his neck. He brought her closer by the waist. He licked her lips. “Mmm, tequila tastes better on you," he said. And his lips brushed hers again, and again before his tongue delved inside for another demanding response. Tarek’s kiss went wicked with licks and swirls that captured her breath. She lost all notions of time and space. He was so strong and warm, or was that her own body heat surging as his hands went both north and south down her backside. She wanted the kiss to last forever.

  As if to punish her, the kiss ended. He looked at her with a dazed gaze under heavy lids that barely revealed his eyes. He squeezed her ass and pressed her harder against him. “You are a sorceress; do you know that?”

  “I'm just a woman,” she said.

  He chuckled. “We'll see.”

  He let her go to take her hand, and then possessively walked her out of the parlor to the steps. Nothing in her past or present had prepared her for the white-hot need that ripped through her vagina after one kiss. She and he, hand in hand, climbed the steps to the upstairs rooms. He never looked back. He never asked for permission. Dinner was n
ot an option. They’d come for another purpose. He just kept going. And she followed willingly. She was burning in a blazing heat of conflict over her mission to destroy him and a girlhood passion to have him. That mixed with tequila destroyed all her defenses. He brought her into a room and it was not as impressive as she thought it would be. In fact, she knew instantly, this was not his bedroom.

  “Where are we...” she breathed?

  He was kissing her again. His palm slammed the door shut behind her before he pushed her up against it. Why wasn't she at least taken to his bedroom? Why here?

  “I have to admit your tactics were successful. I haven't wanted a woman this bad in a long time,” he said and roughly, ripping down her dress. “I had a really fucked up day, until you came along.”

  Kassidy looked to the bed.

  “This isn't your bedroom?”

  “No, it's not,” he said in his abrasive manner as he pulled her mini dress and panties off.

  “Where is your bedroom?” she asked when his tongue licked down her belly to her navel, and then below. She forgot the question when his nose and then his tongue slipped between the folds of her sex. Sensing her capitulation, he kissed her sex deeply, drove his tongue into her and forced every emotion but desire from her heart. He lifted, or she lifted, she couldn't be sure, a leg over his shoulder to open her completely. And his tongue did things to her no man's penis ever had. She was driven to a point of sheer madness from the erotic thrill. Tiny beads of sweat formed over her brow and upper lip as she neared the edge of desperation. Kassidy thrust her pussy at him and grabbed his hair. And then his tongue found a particularly vulnerable area making Kassidy hollered. He then pursued familiar and unfamiliar pathways of delight with his mouth flush against his pussy and his tongue swirling. It was too much of an offering. And she released.

  Tarek chuckled from the back of his throat. Did his brown beauty not know that a woman should always hold something back to completely enchant a man? She was quivering between her thighs and panting like a marathon runner. He licked her sex and wanted more. He wanted to fuck her standing. Fuck her with her on her knees. He just wanted to fuck her. But when he stood, he was again put off by something uniquely pure about her. The part of him that expected corruption from everyone and everything in his life was chained. And he didn't like it.

  Kassidy opened her eyes and trapped him with her unwavering gaze. And all doubt was once again cast away. Pure or not, for the night she was his sin. And he'd teach her his way. He picked her up and put her over his shoulder. Tarek rarely fucked women in his bed, at this ranch. He preferred to keep his stable of women regulated to his condo’s in the city. The ranch was his solace, his room. Kassidy inspired him to break the rules. He wanted privacy, and he wanted to make sure she was his the entire night. He opened the door and carried his naked sorceress down the hall to his master bedroom. He smacked her on the ass, but she didn't respond. He walked into his bedroom and brought her over to the large king size bed. He gently brought her down from his shoulder and put her on it. She lay there still for a brief moment, with her eyes closed. And then her body moved sensually as she stretched and smiled. Tarek's throat went dry as he watched her try to regain her sensibility. Tarek walked over to the door and locked it. He had a key that could lock from it from the inside and the outside. A special lock he installed years ago when he wasn’t the only person staying in the ranch. He put the key in his trouser pocket.

  Kassidy barely watched as he undressed, as if accepting her fate. He was nude when he joined her on the bed. He went to his side and stared at her body not her face. He soaked in the slightest of details. Like the little mole above her left nipple, or the birthmark on the side of her stomach. Her skin, however, was creamy like caramel in the dim lighting of his room. And her breasts, round and upright, even with her flat on her back. He touched them to see if they real. He'd paid enough for women to inflate them to know the difference. She was all real. Too real.

  “Perfect,” he breathed, and traced his fingers down her belly.

  Instinctively, Kassidy arched her back to encourage his hands to go upward. She loved the brief moment when he touched her breasts. The tightness in her nipples begged for a sucking. And then he moved over her. His lips went to her neck, and his fingers parted the lips of her vagina. Slowly, slowly her breath caught unevenly in her throat as he gave her feather light kisses to her neck then up to her ear.

  “I have a few questions,” he spoke the words with his southern drawl into her ear. “Can you answer them for me?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “When was the last time you masturbated?” he asked as he fit between her forced apart thighs and his fingers tickled as the stroked her pussy walls.

  Her eyes opened. She looked up at the ceiling not sure of her response. And then one came from her. “This morning?”

  “Where?” he asked.

  “In the shower.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I wanted too.”

  “For how long?”

  “A few minutes.”

  “How did you do it?”

  “With my.... fingers.”

  Two of his fingers went inside of her. They stroked in and then out. He withdrew.

  “I want to be inside of you,” he said and kissed her cheek.

  “Yes,” she agreed.

  He drew away and rolled over to his side for a moment. She panted. Not from his tongue, or his fingers. She wasn’t panting from his kisses to her face and neck that felt as if his lips were made of silk. She panted from the questions, and the anticipation of him. She opened her eyes to see him rolling a condom down a thick and long shaft. Longer than she thought she'd had in the past. And thicker than any woman wanted inside of her. But Kassidy relaxed. The tequila and martini mixed in her bloodstream diluted her doubts of him. He again eased next to her, but on his side. He smoothed his palm over her hip to turn her to her side to face him. When her hips were flush against his, he drew her tongue into his mouth once more. What was so scary about that? Nothing he'd done so far felt as intimidating as when he’d speak. Her eyelashes drifted down. He ran his hand over her backside and squeezed, and then as if in slow motion, he went over her and forced her again to rest on her back and she parted her thighs for his wide fit. The man was all muscle, not an inch fat on him. Tarek had had broad shoulders and muscle packed arms that extended over his back like that of a street boxer. There was still a small part of her brain that insisted on reminding her of the reasons the man was her enemy. And perhaps tomorrow she will regret the temporary madness that encouraged her to seduce Tarek Marshall. Tonight, would be a different story.

  Tarek lips brushed hers and he thrust inside of her, sliding slowly, and stretching her mercilessly. He delivered a series of sexy in and out thrusts that maneuvered her pelvis to a upward tilt and allowed him to go deeper.

  “You are exquisite.”

  “Oh God!” she said against her own will for restraint. She gripped his arms and groaned. For a few minutes she forgot to breathe as his thrusts became harder and faster. His cock cleaved into her channel with steady and deeper strokes. She dug her nails into his arms wanting to beg for mercy but she knew better. And when his tongue swept into her mouth, a dull throbbing mixture of pain and pleasure became intoxicating. Lifting her hips to meet his, she felt her body adjust as her vaginal walls clenched and released him. He set the pace and dared her to follow. She rocked her hips and dug her nails even deeper into his arms.

  And then they rolled and she was on top, Kassidy sucked in a shocked breath and felt a cramp from his rough maneuver. But the minute she began to ease up and down on his dick it loosened, and her pelvic bones melted. His hands tightened on her buttocks and his pelvic upward thrust demanded that she go faster and faster and faster. She tried. He sat up and took her mouth and she was lost in his kiss. He then pushed her at the stomach and forced her to lie back between his parted knees. She complied with her knees bent and feet flat to the mattres
s and him still inside of her. With him sitting up and her thighs scissored to his hips, he could stare down at how her pussy received and released the pressure of his invading dick. There was a wild lustful delight in his eyes as he fucked her in the forced position. He was fucking her too fast and hard. But she matched his rhythm as She lay there with her knees bent and head thrashing.

  “Touch yourself. Show me how you masturbate,” he said with a grimace of lustful restraint in his voice. Kassidy was too loose and sexually drugged up on the moment to comply. He kept fucking her, but put her hand to the top of her pussy. And she did what he asked. She opened her eyes to see him watching. She rubbed her clit slow and his thrusting began to ease in frequency. The pulse point at her core seizures came and her she gasped and cried out his name.

  And then he was over her again, and she was able to lock her legs around his waist as he dropped over missionary style. Their heads pointed south and their feet north on the bed. But he kept grooving. Their bodies now slick with sweat made wet smacking sounds. Or was that her pussy from the constant beating?

  “Tarek,” she mumbled. Her legs cinched higher around him and the hot waves of passion radiating from her pussy burned him as deeply. Because he put even more weight on her and groaned as his entire being shuddered. As they both tumbled over the edge.

  ***

  Kassidy rolled over to darkness. Unfamiliar but comforting as it covered her and the man sleeping next to her. The memory of her night with him was sketchy at first. But it sharpened into focus as her body awakened to the familiar pangs and aches from sex. She was rubbed raw from the condoms they went through. Her nipples raw from sucks and bites. She felt like an acrobat with no safety net. Kassidy lifted her head from her pillow and gaze upon his shadow. Again her eyes adjusted the darkness. Tarek lay on his back in a silent sleep. He didn’t snore. His chest barely moved from his deep intakes and exhales of breath. It was as if he were dead or comatose he was so still.