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Now Mark and Amy stood around the table of a meeting room. The RH department had contacted a head-hunter to find the R&D leader for the company. They were waiting for the appointed professional to start the meeting.
Mark looked at Amy, as if he hadn’t seen her for days, instead of having slept by her warm side all night. She dressed a white silk chemise and an elegant skirt. His eyes wandered over her whole body appreciatively. The memories of the past nights assaulted him, tightening his groins. He expected that having her would moderate the fire that rushed in his blood for her, but she made it only hotter. The more he had her, the more he wanted her.
Amy felt Mark’s indolent stare on her and her body stirred for him. The calid pleasures he presented her with every night was so overwhelming she kept counting the minutes for him to be by her side again every night. She dared lift her eyes to him and their stares clashed in sparkles. He dressed a black suit with a snowy shirt and dark green tie. The power of his tall muscled body barely concealed.
Amy saw a movement at the door and a tall olive skinned man in his thirties stood at the threshold. Juan Torres, from Madrid, entered the room. His qualifications were outstanding and Amy had no doubts that he was the right man for the job.
“Good Morning.” She stood up. “You must be Mr Torres.” Amy extended her arm to shake his hand. “I am Ms Amy Holt.” But he was not as tall and manly as Mark.
Mr Torres looked her in the eye, took her hand and, instead of shaking it, he bent and kissed it gallantly. “Nice to meet you Ms Holt. Just call me Juan.”
Mark glared furiously at that project of a Latin lover and didn’t have a very good first impression of him. His flirtatious attitude towards Amy was disgusting.
“Alright, Juan.” She smiled politely. “This is Mark Benton, our president.”
Amy saw them shaking hands as two felines disputing the same territory. The three of them sat around the table to start the meeting.
If she had any doubt that Juan Torres would carry out his job diligently, it would have been cleared that instant. The man knew a thing or two about R&D.
Mark couldn’t help seeing the man was competent and that he’d have to hire him. The meeting finished after an hour and they went to the coffee lounge.
Juan offered her a coffee and took one to himself, as Mark moved to take one for himself. “I am surprised at such young and, allow me, beautiful young woman to have reached management position at so tender age.”
At that Mark fumed. To boiling level. Amy was his woman. Only his. He didn’t want that project of a Latin lover to hang around her. Torres was younger than him and Mark wished the man wasn’t.
Amy was flattered by the Spanish executive admiration, but didn’t correspond to it, obviously. All her energies were focused on Mark and his molten sensuality.
She had to smile politely, as they were in a business environment and MBS needed Torres’ skills to grow steadfast. “Thank you, Juan.” She perceived Mark coming near them. “Actually, I am only substituting for a childbirth leave. I’ll be back to my post again in a couple of months.”
“Well, I might need a PA pretty soon.” And he blinked charmingly.
Mark was on the verge of losing control. If he was to follow his guts, he’d throw Amy over his shoulders, shove this Torres guy out of the way and take her to a quiet place to have her solely for himself. “I am afraid I’m the one to approve of the career moves inside the company.”
Torres looked at him, his brown eyes defiant. “Of course. I’d ask your opinion first as I am a person who respects hierarchy.”
“That’s good to know.” Mark said coldly. Amy would be Torres’ PA over his dead body. His predator’s eyes stared directly at the Spanish executive’s to make clear who the boss around there was.
But Amy had to spend the whole afternoon with Torres, showing him around and clearing out the details of his hiring. This only worsened Mark’s sulphurous mood. He knew he should act professionally; nevertheless, it was a difficult task where she was concerned.
A couple of hours later, Mark walked the hallways to take a coffee. He saw neither of them around. As he inquired, someone said they had left, working hours being over. And the question was, Mark pondered, left together? Without wasting any more time, he shut everything down and rushed home.
Amy had arrived at the Georgian mansion a couple of hours earlier, relieved that the busy day was over. She had a bit to eat and sat with a book. She’d wait, with a certain impatience, for Mark to come to her. She dressed a comfortable hobby.
She had been to the kitchen for a glass of water and was coming back to the sitting room when she heard the door. His steps echoed in the front hall. Her heart started in expectation.
Mark strode hurriedly, looking for her. As he saw her standing in the sitting-room, a wave of relieve washed over him. He stared at her wide honey eyes and forgot the world outside. They exchanged a long never-blinking glare that melted Amy inside. He approximated her, laced her by her waist and kissed her savagely.
Liquid fire burned inside Amy as she corresponded to the kiss equally. He lifted her in his strong arms and walked to the back room. Mark put her on the floor and undressed himself. Coat and tie had already been gone. His shirt unbuttoned in haste and thrown in the floor to exhibit his ample, now tanned, chest. Her eyes feasted further as he unceremoniously lowered his trousers, together with his underwear, showing all the splendour of his manhood. He came to her, unlaced her hobby and drove it from her shoulders. His piercing ogle darkened as they strolled over her admiring her perfect beauty.
He put on the shower by the sauna cabinet and brought them both under it. He embraced her with urgency, one arm lacing her waist, the other hand entangling in her wet hair, his arousal the hardest. He kissed her in a hundred hungry ways, holding her tight. Amy kissed him back matching his intensity. Her body yearned for him, his warm moist lips provoking her and the tepid water running between their bodies as a sensuous conductor.
She was lost in sensation. His hands hovered over all her body, her legs had turned to jam. He could do whatever he wanted with her. She didn’t care, she simply wanted him. She saw herself lifted in his arms again as they entered the sauna cabinet. He spread a dozen towels over the big platform to make it smooth for her and laid her there with utter care. He lay by her side.
The vapour covered their bodies in thousands droplets sliding down their skin as tiny caresses. Amy felt herself languish with the involving heat. Mark’s vapour-covered, muscled body came over hers. He embraced her tight under her back, in such a way that her body arched on the platform. He started licking the vapour from her skin. His tongue awakened all her senses and her head fell back with a moan of pleasure. His tongue licked her lips fully before it invaded her mouth in a deep caress. And they kissed lengthy, mouths opening wider.
Amy’s hand caressed every wet, sleek, soft part of him, feeling the taut muscles of his shoulder, biceps, back, legs. She nested him between her flexed thighs and felt his eager member ready for her. She was melting away like butter with the heat of his flammable kisses.
But he wouldn’t be so quick. He left her mouth to go on licking her with molten sensuality: her shoulder, her neck and oh...her breast. He stopped there and licked, nibbled, suckled on them before he held one of them and devoured it, causing her to react with exquisite pleasure.
