Free Shiver by Flora Roberts Page B

him. I felt the pull of energy between us, calling out to me, reaching for me with a thousand watt charge.
    It took less than a week before Marcus and I started seeing each other. At first he was very secretive about his personal life, claiming that he didn’t like bulldozing everyone with his daily ins and outs.
    What he didn’t know was that I wanted him to bulldoze me. I wanted to know everything about the man. I wanted to know him .
    After the second week I’d learned that Marcus was a silent partner for several nightclubs in the downtown area. They were very lucrative, making him very successful. He and a friend of his started their first club from the ground up, building their second six months later.
    The demand for booze, party, and music, made Marcus a very wealthy man.
    The turning point in our relationship had come when he’d taken me on a chartered boat ride along the Bay. That was the first time he propositioned me.
    Since then we’ve been meeting each other secretly for the past five weeks; every Wednesday at noon. We keep our meetings a secret because it works for us. I can’t begin to explain how many times I’ve wanted to confide in my friends, gossip over a latte about the sinful things he does to my body.              
    But I can’t. It’s private.
                  So when he called me this morning and told me where to meet him, my pussy wept at the sound of his low, silky voice.
                  I knew what I wanted. He does too. He always does. I just wasn't too sure what would evolve once we were alone, together. He never gives me any hints, and we never meet at the same place twice. It’s a rule of ours.
    And the sex? Oh my god …The sex is utterly soul quenching and exhilarating. Every time he touches me sparks of pure lust ignite my skin. He always knows how to make me feel good.
    With my thoughts engulfed with all things Marcus, I don’t even realize when the alarm on my cell phone starts to buzz.
    Damn it! I cannot be late…again…
    I quickly gather my things and head for the door. I don’t give Emma enough time to say something, anything, before I’m out of the office in a nanosecond.
    My heart begins to stammer as my heels click against the concrete sidewalk that leads to the five star hotel. Thank God it’s only minutes on foot from my work.
    I walk faster, squeezing through the lunchtime pedestrian rush.
    The anticipation chews at my insides, grating frantically at my deep seated nerves. Just thinking about his mouth on me turns my pussy into a quivering, slick mess.
    When the hotel finally comes into view, I’m utterly grateful. My feet hurt like hell, and I do believe that I might have gained a blister or two.
    Once I enter the lobby, I dart for the far end of the room and the foot tapping begins. Waiting for the elevator to inch its way to me is torture. It’s taunting me, taking forever. Each number slowly lights up, one by one, as if the mechanical object knows that I’m one step closer to utter bliss. 
    The small hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I turn and notice the doorman eyeball me, his gaze drifting up and down my body. The appreciation is clearly visible across his features. He lifts his brows and shoots me a grin. Keep dreaming, buddy.
    The elevator arrives, finally deciding to put me out of my misery. And as soon as the doors fly open, I swiftly step inside and wait for the steel walls to take me up to the tenth floor.
                  I rest my back against the wall and take a breath. I close my eyes and my thoughts drift off to Marcus. My chest begins to rise and fall, and an overwhelming sexual need begins to build. My nipples instantly harden at the thought of him touching me again.
    I’m brought out of my musings when the elevator stops and opens its doors. I step out and am hit by a raging swarm of butterflies. They roar and zip their way around my belly, and the anticipation of seeing him claws even