More Than A Four Letter Word (14 page)

Clarissa never breaks eye contact with
Julian. She pinched her nipple with one hand as the other rubbed
her clit hoping that he would take over and make her come. "I
really wish you would quit talking and start showing me some
action."

Julian brushed both of her hands out of the
way. He ran his thick, rough fingers down her body enjoying her
soft skin. He plucked her nipples before making a trail down her
flat stomach. Her skin is hot to the touch, and he knows that the
same heat is emanating from him. "Can any other man ever make you
feel this way?"

"No!" Clarissa becomes glassy eyed with
desire. Her eyes ran lovingly over his broad shoulders, muscular
form, and the extremely large appendage waving in front of his
body. His cock is generous in both length and girth. She didn't get
a chance to look at him this morning, and she genuinely liked what
she's seeing. The pre-cum wetting the tip of his bulbous cock makes
her want to take his cock into her mouth. He kneels between her
legs taking his time exploring her body with his lips and tongue.
When he sucked on the arch or her foot she tried to move, but he
held her still.

"I'm going to do what I didn't have time to
do this morning." He lifted her legs over his shoulders as he
continued his tour of her body. He spent an inordinate amount of
time nibbling her inner thighs. Julian knew he was driving her
crazy with desire, but she deserved it for not trusting him to
fulfill all of her needs. "My pussy is so beautiful."

Clarissa grinned at him. "Your pussy? I'm
quite certain it belongs to me."

Julian shook his head in the negative. "My
pussy. My ass. My breasts. My thighs. Every inch of your body
belongs to me. There will never be another man for you Clarissa I
can promise you that." He buried his face between her legs, his
long tongue exploring her gaping hole. He licked her slit until she
thought she would pull his hair out

"Julian, please!"

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me!"

"Sorry baby I can't do that just yet. I want
to explore all of your hidden depths." He spread her labia and
licked her chocolate petals before diving into the real treasure of
her pink cunt. He lapped, kissed, and nibbled her until she
screamed her release and he still isn't finished.

Julian worked two fingers into her tight
hole, frigging her as his lips clamped down on her swollen clit.
She begged him to let her come, but wouldn't stop stroking her. He
backed away from her squirming body and ripped into a condom,
rolling it on his thick erection. He spread her right leg out and
lifted her left leg over his shoulder giving him the perfect angle.
He thrust his cock into her pussy, and she damn near lifted off the
bed pressing back against him.

"Be still, this is my show tonight. You have
to realize that you will never get this from another man." Julian
pulled out and thrust back inside her. He isn't going to give her
the quick fucking she's demanding. He skewered her pussy with his
cock back and forth until she pushed up against him. He knows that
it's time to quicken the pace.

Clarissa matched Julian thrust for thrust.
Both of their bodies were slick with perspiration from their
furious lovemaking. "I'm almost there Julian! Almost there." Her
orgasm shook her like nothing she ever felt before. Julian followed
shortly, chanting the whole time that she belongs to him.

***

Clarissa's alarm went off at five in the
morning; she pounded the snooze button with the palm of her hand.
There's no way it is time for her to get up. She sits up in her bed
momentarily disoriented until she remembered her hot night with
Julian. She didn't hear Julian leave, so he must still be around.
He ears perked up when he opened the bathroom door dressed in
yesterday's suit, with his hair still wet from the shower. "Good
morning Julian."

Julian hated to leave her, but he has to get
home and see his son off to school. "I hope I didn't wake you
up."

"No, you didn't wake me up, that's the job of
my evil alarm clock." She couldn't contain the lust that still
simmering in her body. Julian makes love like a man obsessed, he
put her in every position known to man, and she still wanted more.
He walked towards the bed, yanking the covers down exposing her
breasts. He bent down, kissing her thoroughly while palming one of
her breasts.

"I have to go baby. I make breakfast for
Micah and take him to school whenever I'm in town."

"I understand Julian. I respect you even
more. I would never be involved with a man who isn't up for the
challenge of being a parent."

Julian gave her another quick kiss for the
road. "Most women wouldn't be so understanding."

"I'm not most women and judging by the women
you've been with, I dare to say that I'm several steps above them.
Clarissa grabs her nightgown from the bottom of the bed and quickly
covers her body. She crawls out of bed, entwining Julian's hand
with her hand and walking him to the door. She opens the door and
gives Julian one more kiss for the road.

"Maybe we could have lunch."

"I would like that."

"I'll call you later with the details.

Clarissa shut the door after Julian's
departure. A long soak is just what she needs. She goes back to her
bedroom when it hits her that she might be in love with Julian. How
would she ever be able to protect herself from him? Did she want to
hide her love from him?

***

Usually Ivan Roth, Julian's
head of security didn't meet with him; however, Randle McHale was a
peculiar case. "
You do have people watching
him around the clock."

Ivan caught up with his security texts as
Julian reviewed his findings on Randle McHale. "Of course, what I
don't understand is why you just don't tell Miss Marks your
suspicions regarding McHale. He has taken the bait and has come
looking for the tracker; eventually he'll make a move on her."

"Randle is Clarissa's old high school friend
if I tell her my suspicions she would react differently towards
him. At this stage, I want him to feel that his true intentions
haven't been discovered. We have an idea that he's behind Lacey
Hamilton's death, but we have no proof. We still need to flush out
his accomplice in Washington."

"Why didn't Harlan just
conduct the investigation under proper government channels?
Miss Marks is an exceptionally bright woman. What
happens when she puts the puzzle together? She's certain to
recognize your handy work in the mix. She realized that you were
responsible for sending the photographs of her fiancé. How do you
think she's going to feel when she finds out that you used her like
a pawn on a chessboard?"

Julian gives Ivan's question serious
consideration. "Clarissa is certainly not a pawn, she's my queen.
She's the most valuable piece of the puzzle. I am counting on
Clarissa to uncover the information from Lacey's virtual hard
drive. The real question is why Randle McHale would go through all
the trouble of looking for the tracker unless he and his partner
haven't completed their assignment. By the way, Clarissa is
spending Easter weekend in Orlando; I want you to put a security
detail on her."

Ivan crossed his legs, leaning back into his
seat. "I'm surprised you're not going with her." He tried to keep
the smirk off his face. "Don't tell me that you're afraid to meet
her family?"

"Micah and I already have plans for Easter
weekend with my aunt and uncle. However, I have a feeling that a
meeting my future in-laws is on the horizon."

***

Clarissa couldn't help daydreaming about her
night with Julian. While crossing W Adams Street, a car coming out
of nowhere bumped her, knocking her off her feet. She's a little
stunned, but commuters passing by helped pull her out of the
street. She walks through the lobby of Rosscom and goes directly to
the women's restroom on the first floor to clean up. Her pantyhose
were shot, her shoes scuffed up, and her knees were scraped;
otherwise, she's okay.

Clarissa cleaned her scrapes as best she
could and went on with her day. With her coffee in hand, she
trudged down the hall to her office. The incident is quickly
forgotten as her attention focuses on the project she's been
working on for the last week regarding the scientist from the EPA.
Lacey Hamilton's team is responsible for testing soil and water
samples for toxic chemicals. According to the file, she notified
her direct report regarding samples from several companies. Before
Lacey could meet with her superiors, she died in a car crash.

It is Clarissa's job to find out which
companies have something to hide. "Well that shouldn't be
difficult," she said to herself. She digs further and finds out
that Lacey Hamilton has a team of twenty scientists. She has access
to Lacey's virtual hard drive; unfortunately, there were hundreds
of detailed files regarding Lacey's findings. Is it possible that
someone murdered Lacey Hamilton to keep her quiet?

What did Lacey stumble into that cost her
life? "Let's see, what would a large manufacturer fear from a
scientist of the EPA?" It could take days or weeks to go through
Lacey's files. It should be easy enough to ask her team members
about her current projects. Clarissa bit her lip. If it were as
easy as asking Lacey's team members, she wouldn't be working this
project. Lacey could have been betrayed by one of her team
members.

Clarissa was thoroughly intrigued with her
new assignment and lost track of time until she received a call.
"Hello Clarissa Marks."

"Hey sweetheart, are you ready for
lunch."

"Is it lunch time already?" Clarissa looked
at her watch; sure enough, it's after one o'clock. "Sorry Julian, I
lose track of time when I'm in the zone. Do you want me to meet you
in the lobby?"

"Come up to my office, we're having a catered
lunch today."

"Okay I'll be right up." Clarissa went to the
women's restroom before leaving the floor. Julian's office space is
vast. First, there were no other executives on the floor besides
Julian, his secretary Marie, and her assistant. Both Marie and her
assistant were absent from their desks, so she walked right into
Julian's office since he's expecting her.

"So what's on the menu?" The expression on
Julian's face caught Clarissa off guard. It seemed as though he
were upset. She didn't hear anything in his voice when she spoke to
him minutes ago that would lead him to this present state.
"Julian's what's wrong?"

Julian got out of his seat walking towards
her with serious intent. "I don't know, you tell me. What happen to
you this morning?"

Clarissa is confused by Julian's behavior.
"What on earth are you talking about?"

Julian gathers her into his arms carting her
off to his personal washroom. He didn't say another word as he
gently set her down on the counter next to the washbasin. "Why
didn't you tell me some fool tried to run you over this morning?"
He takes off her jacket and places it on the chair. He reaches to
unbutton her blouse when Clarissa pulls back from him.

"What in the hell has gotten into you? A car
bumped me this morning, and I tumbled and scraped my knees." She
lifted up her skirt to show him her knees. "See it isn't a big
deal."

Julian didn't believe for one moment that
this morning's bump is an accident. Someone tried to hurt Clarissa,
his woman. His fingers skimmed across her braised skin. Her knees
were red and puffy, a mere abrasion, but the incident still angered
him. "Did you put any antiseptic on your knees?"

Clarissa grabs his face, pulling him closer
for a kiss. "Julian I'm OK, I cleaned my knees with soap and
water." The moment he touched her, she wanted to feel his fingers
stroking her elsewhere, bringing her to a swift orgasm.

Julian couldn't miss the catch in her voice
as he touched her knees. She needs him as much as he needs to be
inside her. He deepened the kiss and brushed her skirt up exposing
her lacy panties. Just as he suspected, her pussy is already wet
for him. He opened the cupboards of the counter and pulls out a
first aid kit. He gently cleans her scraped knees and applies
antiseptic ointment to them too. "We have to make sure they heal
properly. I have a feeling you do some of your best work on your
knees."

Clarissa slugged him in the arm, "I guess
we'll have to get creative."

Julian eased her panties pass her knees
carefully avoiding her damaged skin. He paused to admire her body
as he pulls the piece of lace down her legs, over her shoes, and
pockets them. "Thoughts of loving you have been on my mind since
leaving you this morning." He scooted her ass to the edge of the
counter giving him perfect access to her pussy.

Clarissa loved that she could make Julian
feel out of control because he did the same thing to her. "There's
no reason to wait."

Julian got on his knees, placing her legs
over his shoulders and set into action as he laved her pussy with
his tongue. He'd performed oral sex on all of his lovers to prep
them for culmination. However, the taste of Clarissa is necessary
to him as a man showing love to his woman, not just a means of
bringing her off. He stroked her clit as his tongue labored back
and forth in her hot core. He refused to stop until he tasted her
cum.

Clarissa pushed her mound against his mouth;
she's so close to coming. "I'm almost there Julian." Julian
continued to ravish her with his talented tongue. He tipped the
scales my adding two fingers. She couldn't contain her screams of
rapture as an incredible orgasm shakes her body.

Julian captured every drop of her essence
with his tongue. He dropped his pants, donned a condom, and rolled
it up his heavily veined cock. Her legs fall from his shoulders as
he stands between her legs. He grabs her ass with both hands
surging his cock into her warm, tight sheath. Making love to her
last night showed his control, but now it's time for fucking.