My lips are at her ear as I whisper, “Did you enjoy it when I fucked you?”
Her body trembles in response.
“Yes. But…”
Rolling the tip of my tongue over the shell of her ear, I can smell her light citrusy scent.
“Shhh. The only question is this…do you want me to fuck you again?”
I don’t give her time to respond, instead, I lift her off the chair and place her on the table, pushing everything out of the way. Marin protests with a little gasp and I bite her earlobe.
“Of course. I just need this job and I don’t want anything to ruin it.”
Plowing my fingers through the soft strands of her hair, I apply pressure at the back of her neck, bending to kiss her forehead.
“Marin,” I emphasize with a squeeze at her nape. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before.”
“Never?” she asks with an innocent inflection to her voice.
I shake my head. “Never.”
I cup her cheeks in my hands, brushing her bottom lip with my thumb.
“I’ve fallen for you, Marin. I want more of you. You’re not only a very capable assistant, but an amazing woman. I want you by my side and in my bed every day and every night.”
She smiles brightly.
“Yes. I’d like that. I want more with you, too.”
“Then it’s settled. Now, let’s talk about getting you to bed.”
Epilogue
3months later
“Marin! I’ve got good news.”
I rush into my downtown Manhattan office, throwing my coat on a hook and yanking the papers out of my messenger bag.
Rounding the corner, I find Marin typing away on her laptop.
When I reach her, I bend down and kiss her hard on her lips. She returns the kiss with such fervor I nearly forget what I’m about to tell her and find myself sinking down to my knees so I’m kneeling in front of her, wrapping my fingers behind her neck, drawing her in for more.
That’s the thing I’ve found since meeting Marin. With her, it’s never enough. I always want more of what she has to offer. The desire to see her smile every day. To watch her face light up with excitement when she’s learned something new. To see the expression of lust in her eyes when she sucks my cock.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and pull back, noticing the moisture left on Marin’s lips and imagining them parting and wrapping around my length as she takes me in.
She lifts an eyebrow and grins. The one that tells me she knows exactly what I’m thinking and that she’s down to fuck. I scan the table a few feet from us, remembering the time I fucked her bare at La Selva, and how we’ve been doing that ever since.
But I digress.
Flipping open the flap of my bag, I pull out the document I received in the mail and have been carrying with me. The one that seals my future.Ourfuture.
I’ve never needed recognition or accolades regarding my work. What I did need – the thing I never knew I needed before Marin joined me – was someone who believed in me and wanted to be by my side.
Marin takes it as she looks up at me in question. “What is this?”
“My paper…ourpaper…and the research data we submitted to Oxford has been accepted. They’ve invited me to act as a guest lecturer for a semester starting in the fall.”
