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We finally broke for lunch. It wasn’t anything fancy; we just had sandwiches catered in. In my efforts to make it look like nothing was going on between us, I ate lunch at the opposite end of the conference room from Marcus. I kept looking over to where he was, exchanging glances when our eyes met. This day was starting to feel like one really long session of foreplay, setting my nerves on edge.

When I was done eating, I excused myself to use the restroom. I needed a moment to freshen up and gather my thoughts. My presentation was in a bit and I didn’t want to appear flustered to the group of mostly male engineers.

As I walked in the hallway, an arm reached out to grab me. “What the heck?” I said as I was pulled into a janitor’s closet.

“I’ve been dying to get you alone. We have about ten minutes before they notice we’re gone,” a deep voice whispered in my ear. It was Marcus! I hadn’t even noticed him slip out of the conference room.

“And just what do you plan on doing in ten minutes?” I asked him teasingly.

His arm slipped around my waist and he pressed his erection along the back my thigh. He bent down and bit my neck gently. I sighed and leaned my head back, pushing my hips back hard against him.

“I’m so glad you wore a skirt again today,” he muttered against my skin as his hand traveled up my thigh and under my skirt, fingering my edge of my thong. “But so disappointed you’re wearing panties,” he growled before he grabbed my thong and tore it off me in one swift movement.

I gasped and dug my nails into his forearm as his fingers slid between my legs, teasing my already slick sex. “Fuck, Lauren, you’re already soaking wet. Have you been like that all morning?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

I nodded against his chest. “Yes, from the moment you walked into the conference room this morning. All I could think about was last night, and this morning,” I murmured.

He sucked in his breath and turned around. He lifted me effortlessly onto the table in the small room and slipped between my legs, pushing my skirt up to my waist. “I’ve been watching you all morning,” he said as he reached down and started to undo his pants. “I hate watching all those men talk to you, check you out. I know what they’re thinking.” He pulled his cock out from his boxers and I fought back a moan as I reached for him. “They all want you.” He slipped on a condom quickly. “But they can’t have you, Lauren.” He thrust inside me, causing me to gasp softly. “Because, you’re mine.”

I buried my face in his neck as I whimpered. His hands moved to my ass, cupping it and holding me tight as he moved in and out of me. I ground my clit into him and my orgasm wasn’t far off. He nipped my ear with his teeth. “Come for me, baby. I want to send you back to that meeting dripping wet, thinking of me while you talk.”

His words sent me tumbling over the edge. I didn’t want anyone to hear me, so I bit down on his shoulder, moaning into him as my orgasm rocked through me. He dug his nails hard into my ass as he thrust a couple more times, following my orgasm with his own. He throbbed and twitched inside me as he whispered my name harshly against me.

He held me tight into him. Did we really just have sex in the janitor’s closet right down the hall from the conference room? I couldn’t help but giggle as he untangled himself from me.

“What’s so funny?” he asked as he helped me up off the table.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” I whispered as I straightened my blouse, tucking it back into my skirt.

“Me either, but it was sexy as all hell,” he said with a grin as he zipped up his pants. He grabbed my thong on the floor and tucked it into his pocket with a smile. “I’ll take these for safe keeping,” he said, giving me a wink. How in the hell was I going to get through the rest of the afternoon knowing he had my panties in his pocket?

“I’m going to slip out first, then follow in a minute,” I said as I checked myself to make sure I was put back together and didn’t look like I’d just been fucked silly.

“Wait,” he said and put an arm around my waist. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. “Now you can go.”

I reached for the door and ducked out before anyone saw me and walked down to the bathroom with a silly grin on my face. This visit had turned out even better than I’d imagined it would. Marcus was amazing.

But we were just having a good time weren’t we? When he mentioned being jealous of the other guys talking to me and looking at me, I was confused. And that kiss he just gave me – I wasn’t sure, but that seemed like something more than just two people fucking around.

I washed my hands and shook my head. I was reading too much into it. I glanced at my watch. I’d better get back to the meeting before someone suspected something.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

Chapter Eight – Marcus

I was sitting back at the conference room when she returned. Her face was still slightly flushed from her orgasm and I had to hide my grin behind my hand. I loved the effect I seemed to have on her. She certainly had quite the effect on me. I’ve never done anything like that at a meeting. I was always totally professional when it came to work, but something came over me and I couldn’t wait until tonight to have her.

I walked over to her. “How was lunch?” I asked casually, knowing I was messing with her.

She glanced around and the twinkle in her eye told me she was having a hard time not laughing. “Good,” she murmured. “Yours?” she asked me with an arched eyebrow.

I shrugged. “Nothing special,” I said. “Good luck with your presentation.” She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again as I turned to walk back to my seat. She was just too much fun to tease.

She took a deep breath and shook her head as she got her presentation ready. I had to give her credit, she held her own very well against a room full men. She knew her stuff and never failed to impress anyone with her knowledge of our company’s products and capabilities.

She walked around the front of the conference room and I admired her ass in her black skirt but I wasn’t the only one. A surge of jealousy coursed through me as I saw more than one person in the room checking her out and I could imagine what they were thinking.

I slipped a hand into my pocket and touched her thong. It was still damp from her excitement that morning. An unfamiliar feeling of possessiveness came over me; I didn’t want to share her anymore today. I had to figure out how I was going to get her out of here quickly after this stupid meeting. It would probably be expected that we go out to go to dinner tonight again but I wanted her alone, naked back in the hotel room.

The meeting finally wrapped up for the day after an agonizingly long afternoon and everyone was taking a break before dinner. “Where do you want to go to dinner?” my boss asked.

I glanced over to Lauren and she looked at me nervously. I doubted we would be able to get out of dinner tonight. Maybe one of us could, but not both of us. I shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to me. I’m easy,” I replied.

He turned to Lauren. “What about you?” he asked her.

She closed her laptop and grinned. “I’m easy too. Wherever.” She shrugged and looked as if she was fighting back a giggle.

I started to cough, stifling a laugh. She had such a great sense of humor. She narrowed her eyes at me, but I could see the humor in her hazel eyes. Shit, did I want to get her alone.

We all stood up, gathering our stuff and agreed to meet in the lobby of the building in about fifteen minutes. I followed behind her as she walked down the hall from the conference room. I thought about pulling her into the janitor’s closet again, but there were too many people around. She was walking slightly in front of me, her long dark hair swaying down her back.

She arrived at her office and I slipped inside after her, looking around to make sure no one noticed as I closed the door.

“Finally, we’re alone,” I said softly as my arms encircled her waist and I pulled her against me. I was thankful her office didn’t have windows.

She laughed and wrapped her arms around my waist. “That was the longest meeting ever,” she said with a groan. “I didn’t think it would end. And now we have to go to dinner,” she said with a pout as she reached up to play with my tie.

“I know,” I said as I planted tiny kisses along her neck. “It sucks.”

She sighed and pushed away from me. “Marcus, stop. We can’t. We have just a few minutes. While the janitor’s closet was fun, this time I’d like us to go a little slower and enjoy ourselves.”

I reached out and gathered her to me again. “I agree, baby,” I whispered against her lips. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t kiss for awhile. When was the last time you made out like when you were a teenager?” I asked her as I traced her face with my fingertips.

She smiled and reached up to touch my hand. “Probably since I was a teenager,” she answered.

“Right,” I said. “And that’s a shame.” I pushed her up against the edge of her desk before starting to kiss her.

We made out for a few minutes in her office. As our kisses grew more intense, I was suddenly regretting I’d agreed to wait until after dinner to have sex. I was going to have a horrible case of blue balls.

“I have to fix my make up and hair,” she said finally, pulling away from me.

I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. “I don’t wanna share you tonight,” I said.

She laughed and shook her head. “What’s up with you and this ‘no sharing’? You aren’t sharing me. I’m not sleeping with anyone else here.”

“I know,” I replied, smoothing out my tie. “But I want to keep you naked and locked up in my hotel room.”

She grabbed a mirror from her desk drawer, checking her reflection in it. “As wonderful as that sounds, we gotta go,” she said, putting her mirror away.

“I know,” I said with a sigh, pushing myself off of her desk.

She smiled at me and I felt my heart leap in my chest. Was I falling for this girl?
Impossible
. I didn’t do things like that, but I had a feeling it was too late.

“Ready?” she asked.

I nodded. “I guess so,” I said reluctantly.

Thankfully, no one else met us in the hallway as we left her office and walked down to the lobby. We were the first ones there, but the rest of our group joined us shortly and we headed to a local steak place for dinner.

I tried to maneuver it so I sat next to her at dinner, but I couldn’t do so without looking like a possessive boyfriend. Instead I had to watch her from the end of the table. I was barely able to eat, too busy observing my boss flirt with her. By the end of dinner I was fuming, jealousy running through me.

It must be the alcohol
. I really hadn’t had that much to drink. The only valid excuse was that I really had fallen for her, but I didn’t fall for women.
Lauren wasn’t just any woman
. I’d known for years she was smart and funny, but in the past twenty-four hours I’d also learned just how sexy she was. She was everything I wanted in a woman, but she lived in Chicago and I was in Denver. Even if I wanted to date her, it was impossible given our locations, wasn’t it? We were just two friends having a good time together.

Dinner ended after what seemed like forever and I was afraid everyone would want to stay out for a few drinks again. Normally I would be all in for going out, but tonight I just wanted to get Lauren back to the hotel.

As we were leaving the restaurant, my phone beeped with a text from Lauren. She told me to get a cab to her place and had given me the address. I looked around for her on the sidewalk. A smile played on her lips as she slipped into a cab before I could talk to her. Soon we would be alone again. Finally.

Chapter Nine – Lauren

The ten minute cab ride home seemed never ending tonight. What should I wear? Should I change into some sexy lingerie? Light some candles? My mind was going a million miles an hour as I looked out the window.

When it finally pulled up in front of my building, I quickly ran inside. I got on the elevator, watching as the numbers changed until it reached my floor. I got my keys out of my purse as the door opened and walked to my apartment door. I’d just left Marcus but I already missed him and couldn’t wait to see him.

I flicked on the lights in my apartment as I walked inside and kicked off my shoes. It felt good to get my heels off after wearing them all day long. I went into the bathroom to check my hair and make up when my phone rang. I glanced down at it and rolled my eyes when I saw it was Kyle.
Wonder what he wants?
I ignored his call, letting it go to voicemail. I was in too good of a mood and wasn’t going to let talking to him ruin it. If it was important enough, he could leave a message.

I turned off the light and was about to go change when I heard a knock on the door. My heart started pounding in my chest. I had no idea why I was so nervous. We’d seen each other all day and spent the previous night together. Maybe because now it was reaching a more personal level since Marcus was going to be at my home. I checked myself one last time in the mirror before walking over to open the door.

I barely had a chance to turn the knob before he flew into my apartment. His eyes were dark as he grabbed my arms and spun me around, pressing me up against the door. He fisted a hand in my hair and pulled my head back with a jerk. Bending down, his lips traveled from my ear and down my neck, pausing to nibble a little with the edge of his teeth.

He sucked in his breath and pressed his forehead against mine. “Fuck, Lauren, I hated watching you talk to those other men tonight.” He turned his head and bit my earlobe gently, eliciting a moan from me. “And the way my boss looked at you,” he muttered in my ear. “I wanted to punch him.”

I had no idea where this possessive man had come from, but I loved it. He released my hair and reached down, grabbing my blouse with both hands. “You’re mine,” he growled and pulled my shirt apart, the buttons flying to the floor.

I was speechless as he undid his pants, freeing his erection. He pushed my skirt up around my waist, reaching around to grab my ass like he’d done earlier in the janitor’s closet. He lifted me up against the door as I wrapped my legs around him.