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As she closed her eyes, he took the opportunity to enjoy the view of her. He two-piece multi-coloured patches of cloth she wore covered very little of her full breasts or round hips, but the tiny straps around these put in evidence her narrow waist and her perfect legs. A man had to be made of marble not to be affected. Maybe she sensed his predatory stare, because she suddenly opened her eyes and met his.
Electricity filled the air, as it happened with boring regularity. His stare always incited in her the mad impulse of lying down in an offer for him. Now his twin-perdition stare induced her to stretch and spread her legs, while heat gathered in her lower abdomen. Holly Heaven! Either she made an effort to break this spell or they’d be entangled in seconds. She forced her lax legs to stand up and go for a swim. Sea water would surely do her good.
She dived into the deep blue Mediterranean and the tepid water involved her, soothing her. She swam vigorously for some time to spend the tension in her. She stopped and stood with the water at her chest, her hair dripping on her back. She sighed at the view of the luxuriant landscape. She felt a current around her legs and in seconds Mark was standing behind her. Breath stuck in her throat. Why didn’t this indecently gorgeous man leave her alone, for God’s sake?
He took her by her shoulders and pulled her to him, awakening every millimetre of her body. “The most beautiful mermaid of the Sea Kingdom is visiting mere mortals.” He murmured in deep male voice in her ear.
The inner writhing waves reaping through her body were building into a storm. She sighed lengthy and her head fell back on his inflated-muscles chest. His hands slid down her arms, circling her narrow waist. His head bent to her ear-lobe and his sinfully sensuous mouth caught it sucking it to desperation. Then his devilishly skilled tongue licked the long extension of her neck and her shapely shoulders tasting the salt on her sensitive wet skin. She felt her womb tighten in hunger.
His powerful arms closed firmly around her waist and he pulled her close to him lifting her from the smooth sand on the bottom of the sun-sparkling sea. His hard-as-a-rock manhood nested in between her buttocks. Her mouth emitted a sensuous wanton groan. How deliciously small she was. She fit in his arms delightfully and he wanted to wrap her in him forever.
His desire for her was taking him to the rims of insanity. His mind could only produce images of what he wanted to do with her. He wanted in her. Deep, thrust until he lost touch with reality. One of his thumbs hooked on the thin strap around her hips, pulling it down. He palmed her backside fully, revelling on the smoothness of it. The sea currents juggled their bodies, making them rub on each other.
She had become a sack of sensations. One of her arms rose to hold his thick neck, which stretched her body for his utter satisfaction. It was when his thumb left the strap and all his fingers sneaked inside the insignificant patch of cloth. His fore-finger found her lubricous and ready.
“I need you, Amy!” A hoarse plead. “I need to be inside you. Now!”
His voice revolved the fire in her and spread it to every single cell in her body. She struggled to keep her clear thought on the surface of a drowning desire. But the latter was surpassing the former, surging in her like a Vulcan, burning her entire body in its wake. She was empty, oh, so in need of him!
Laughter and loud cheerful voices sounded in the back of her foggy mind. All of a sudden Mark released her and she felt sadly lost in the middle of that mass of water. She turned and saw a group of youngsters arriving at the beach. They wore caps and tee shirts with the Dutch flag. As a fish, she dived away from him and left the water.
As she sat on their flight back, Amy was exhausted. Physically, for having to cope with the sexual tension that never abandoned her body; and emotionally, for having to resist it so forcefully.
They had left the beach soon after the youngsters arrived. She sent an SMS to the taxi driver calling the drive off and they went to Palmas downtown for an informal lunch. Little had they talked, having each one been immersed in their own thoughts. Then it was hotel, packing and flight.
Chapter VI
A week later Amy received word that MBS had successfully concluded the implement
ation of a new security system for a global bank. The whole company was involved in the project and everyone worked extremely hard. Additionally the customer was more than satisfied. So her department came up with the idea to praise the staff by giving that Friday off. Only the customer support department would do their shifts.
She approved the idea assuming Mark would agree with it. He had been very little in the office due to several external meetings. She published the news in the Intranet and forgot all about it. That Thursday she sent a reminder e-mail to all the staff, including Mark and left. Arriving home she had a relaxing shower, dinner and sat in her bedroom armchair with a book. The decoration still held the shades of pink of her school days. Mrs Smith suggested they changed it, but Amy liked the memories it contained.
Mark had been very busy that week in meetings that could result in a new project. He hadn’t had time to check the Intranet or Thursday afternoon’s e-mail, for that matter.
“Mr Benton,” his a-hundred-per cent efficient middle-aged secretary put her head through the door.
“Yes, Ms Scott.” He lifted his head from the laptop keyboard, absent-mindedly.
“If you don’t need anything else, I think I’m leaving.” She walked into the room and smiled politely.
“Of course, it’s getting late.” And his eyes went back to the screen.
“Ok. Have a nice weekend, then.”
She was turning to leave as Mark’s predator’s eyes darted to her with a frown. “Weekend?” He grinned amused. “The week is not over yet, Ms Scott.”
“Oh, Mr Benton, haven’t you read the news on the Intranet? Or the HR manager e-mail?” She eyed him oddly. “They gave us tomorrow free as praise for our hard-work with the bank.”
Mark was taken totally by surprise. And anger. How dare she give a free day to the staff without consulting him first? “Oh, yes. Time flies, doesn’t it?” He tried to disguise his ignorance on that. “I forgot it is already Thursday.” He added for good measure, or else the company would be buzzing with gossip next week.
Ms Scott smiled relieved and bid him good-bye.
But Mark’s anger only grew, to blinding level. He was feeling like a fool. The last to know about the decisions in his own company. Needing airing, he freed himself of his tie and suit-coat in broken movements and threw them irritably on the sofa. Brusquely, he took his car keys, laptop and walked in large annoyed strides to the car park. She’d see where her insubordination would lead her to. He drove above speed limit and didn’t give a damn if he got caught. And he didn’t give a damn that sexual frustration drove him.
As a rocket he entered home and flew up the stairs, two steps at a time, kicking his shoes away in the process. Amy’s bedroom door was ajar and a dim reading light shone beside her armchair.
He pulled the door full-palm abruptly, without caring to knock. “What the hell...” He begun to shout.
