Free Her Secret Pleasure by Jordan Bell Page B

we had sex. I didn’t like that it bled outside our play.
    “He’s in a relationship, Marcus,” I said gently, instead of all the other things I wanted to yell about not telling me what to do. That seemed like a really bad idea.
    “So are you.”
    “Am I? I don’t know what we are, Marcus. But even so, nothing happened between us. Nothing is ever going to happen between us. He’s serious with another woman and what we had was a long time ago, even if sometimes my subconscious forgets.”
     He made a sound like laughter that was anything but funny. He stood and swiped a t-shirt off the chair beside the closet and pulled it on over his wet body.  His anger was painful to witness. “You’ve got more commitment issues than most guys I know. If you can’t see how inappropriate this is, I don’t see how we can have anything either.”
    Marcus stalked out of the room before I could answer. I stared at the space he’d moments ago inhabited and let his words fall through me. Commitment issues? Did I have those?
    No. No I wanted to be with someone. I wanted someone to want me. I didn’t want secrets and lies and misdirection. I didn’t want to dodge paparazzi or lie to my friends. It was Sean and Marcus who’d kept me hidden. I was ready for someone to share me with the world.
    But I couldn’t ignore my own truth. Sean was in a committed, serious relationship. We’d shared something tonight, but it was born out of a serious situation and complicated by memories of a better time. Nothing changed the fact he’d left me without any explanation and cut all ties once he was gone. It didn’t change the fact he had Taylor.
    Despite my exhaustion, I climbed out of bed and tiptoed into the living room where his desk stared out over a wall of windows filled by a sleepy, dark city. Office lights twinkled on and off like stars. He caught sight of my reflection in the window and turned to greet my body, covered only by one of his long button up shirts and my underwear. Marcus grabbed my hips and pulled me into his face. He kissed my belly and wiped his hands slowly down my thighs. I steeled myself as he stood, took my hand, and pulled me over to the couch.
    He sunk down into the soft white leather and reached into his boxers to free his strong erection. I stood between his knees and watched as he hooked his finger around the crotch of my panties and tugged them down to my ankles.
    “Come here, Kara. Show me that you choose me.”
    I climbed obediently onto my knees over his lap. He pushed my shirt up over my wide hips and helped maneuver my body over his throbbing cock. The heat between my legs uncurled like a sleeping dragon. He waxed his fingers between my lips, felt for the moisture that proved my excitement, and he wasn’t disappointed. What he didn’t know was that I’d been wet all night long at a constant, slow burn. He didn’t need to know it hadn’t been his doing.
    He didn’t need to know that and I had to forget that.
    “Down,” he ordered, and I placed my hands on his shoulders while he held his erection in one hand. His eyes stared between us as the head of his cock pressed against my lips and slowly spread them while I lowered my body. I drew the pleasure out so he could watch me feed his cock into my body just the way he liked it. It took all my concentration to keep my head in the here and now and not let it drift away.
    Marcus was who I needed. Marcus would stay with me. He wanted me to move in, even temporarily that was more than any man had ever offered me.
    “Take it,” he groaned and squeezed his eyes briefly shut. “Take the whole thing, baby.”
    I arched my back, dropped my head over his and slid the last of him into me until we were joined. He nuzzled up into me, penetrated deep into my core, and began the slow gyrations that normally set me on fire. I licked my lips, tucked my arms around his neck, and held onto the back of the couch. With my eyes closed I started riding him, rolling my