Chapter 9
Vanessa woke as she felt the plane beginning the downward plunge
towards the airport’s runaway, and also from a hazy dream of a frenzied
coupling with her boss.
Which wasn’t a dream, she realized dimly. Her body was pinned against him by his heavy
arm which kept her near him.
Slightly dazed, she struggled out of his grasp and sat up,
taking in her surroundings and gathering her scattered memory of the events
that led up to what they did. Oh god,
she thought. I did THAT?
She closed her eyes and counted to ten, trying desperately to
muster all her patience. It was that
sense of disbelief—absolute astonishment—that overwhelmed her thoughts.
“Hey, yo, are we descending?” he asked
groggily.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, we’re
going down.”
“Still scared?” he grinned lazily.
“More than you know,” she muttered under her breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” she said firmly.
“You mad?” he asked.
“We shouldn’t have done—that.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not appropriate under the circumstances… you’re my
employer.”
“Oh, fuck that bullshit.”
“Excuse me—”
“You wanted me, I wanted you.
It has nothing to do with work.
Not a damn thing!”
“Marshall, I’m
sorry—it wasn’t bad or anything—”
“Wasn’t bad?” he said in shock.
“It was great, all right?
It just can’t happen again.”
“Damn, you are confusing, woman!”
“I’m really sorry, I know it was my
fault.”
“You’re right—I didn’t plan on all of that. Fuckin’, I’m not
made of steel, that body was doing things that I just couldn’t resist.”
She blushed a defiant rosy hue, “It
wasn’t my intention, either, you know.”
“Chill, I know. Look, it
was good, and it happened. You can
forget about it—whatever you want to do—but I’m gonna remember it cause it was
fantastic sex.”
Unsure as to how to respond, she slumped against the headboard
and sighed; her mouth formed a pretty little pout that proved irresistible.
“But god damn, stop looking at me like I’m scum!”
“I’m—I’m sorry,” she stuttered.
“I’ve just never, uh, had one of these,” she said as she gestured to
their nakedness.
“One of these?”
“A one night stand…”
“Look, honey, I get you’re kinda pissed at yourself for letting
go. ‘Cause, damn, you’re a bit uptight
about some things… But let’s get one thing
straight, this wasn’t a one night stand, because there’s no way in hell I’m
going to let it end,” he said adamantly before he crushed his lips to hers,
pushed her deep into the mattress as his weight hovered over her.
All the sensations from a few hours ago rushed through her
nerves, set that same fire ablaze. She
had to stop; it was insanity to have let it happen the first time.
“Please stop,” she managed to say as she twisted her mouth from
his.
“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked mockingly, fully
knowing that the way his lips kissed and suckled the hollow of her shoulder was
driving her body to points of divine pleasure.
Vanessa let out an involuntary moan, “Marshall,
please…”
“Please stop?” he questioned.
“Sounds familiar.”
“God, don’t stop,” she cried as his fingers skimmed her inner
thigh. “You’re making me crazy,” she
whispered.
“You’re not the only one going insane,” he laughed. “We’re about to land,
we don’t have enough time—”
“The hell we don’t,” she retorted and ground her hips against
his.
“I thought you were mad,” he reminded her.
“I was. Now we’re making
up,” she grinned wickedly as she welcomed his intrusion into her heat.
It was hell rummaging for their strewn clothes before Marshall’s
welcome committee boarded the plane with security to escort him off the plane
and out of the airport.
“God damn it, what the fuck did you do to my shirt?”
She giggled—which was an action that was extremely foreign to
her—as she remembered her frustration with the buttons. “Oops,” she replied.
“Fuck the shirt then,” he said huffily.
Her gaze roamed appreciatively as the wifebeater
exposed his muscular arms and clung to his broad chest.
“Where’s my underwear?”
“Oops,” he mimicked.
“Damn it, Marshall—I
need those!”
“Nobody’s gonna know but me,” he teased.
“Oh, screw you—“
“We’re about to have company, I don’t think we’d have time.”
She fumed silently. Her
suitcase was down below, so she’d have to wait until they got to the hotel to
put on a pair of panties. The cool air
kissed against her bare flesh underneath the skirt, soothing the fire and ache
of all the tumultuous things they’d done in the short hours of the flight.
“This is your fault,” she yelled with indignation.
“Ain’t nobody gonna know,” he repeated.
“I swear—”
“Shut up,” he commanded and kissed her firmly.
He handed her a pair of sunglasses, “You’re going to need these.”
“What for?”
“Well…going out in public is not as easy as it used to be for
me.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“You’ll go blind without them, and they’re more likely to
recognize your face.”
“Embarrassed to be seen with me?”
“I don’t like being seen at all.
I didn’t think you’d want to read about us in the tabloids.”
“I don’t,” she replied and touched his arm, in awe at the
underlying concern in his words. “Thank
you,” she murmured.
“You can thank me later,” Marshall
said cheekily.
Giving in, she gave him a dazzling smile. “I just may.”