FALLEN (NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON)

38.

"I want you to come, Grace." Marcel murmurs and leans in front of me, resting both of his elbows to the wooden table.

My back arches and I can't be subtle anymore. My desire to come is getting stronger. It takes control of my reasonable mind to not care if people see me. He drugs me with pure lust and I feel it coming. I smirk and bite my lip. I'm going to do it. I'm going to come in front of all of these people. In front of him.

I let out a soft moan and right when I'm about to rub myself on a higher pace to get me off the edge--

"There you go, gentlemen. Two cauliflower burgers with a side of sweet potato chips. Enjoy." The waitress arrives without any warning and I freak out, getting my hand away from my trousers. I look at Marcel. He didn't say anything!!

He smiles at the lady as if nothing was happening and thanks her. He keeps his cool until she is out of sight. I look at him with the most annoyed look ever. It makes him laugh. My heart is beating crazy fast. It takes a few minutes before it calms down to its usual rhythm.

I ask him why he didn't say anything and he just smiles and says that he really enjoyed my reaction. Ha ha! Yeah... I don't care!

We both calm down and leave the restaurant after lunch holding hands, because we are both physically frustrated and in dire need of each other. We get to his car and it's like I am an untamed beast with my prey. I get all over Marcel, kissing him, my hands desperately trying to unzip his trousers, but he stops me. I look up very alarmed for my orgasm to be denied again.

"What?" I let out, my expression almost imploring him to fuck me. I feel so desperate for his touch.

"Let's go to the office. I've always wanted to fuck you on my desk." He smirks as he starts kissing my neck.

Those are the magic words. I let go of him until he drives and parks in front of the building. He reaches for my hand and my heart starts to pace furiously fast. He holds my hand in front of everyone in the building. We walk past the reception and I see Sophie quickly, but she stops what she is doing to stare at us with a deep frown. I always forget that I am dressed as a man and not myself. I'll have to go see her quickly before we leave so that she doesn't think he is cheating on me. But it's fun to see everyone else's look on Marcel and I. As much as it troubled me earlier, it makes me feel powerful now. I am confident now. Even more when we pass Paul on our floor. What is he still doing here? He has no business here, unless he had to see Edith...

The receptionist on our floor greets Marcel with a troubled tone. It has for effect on Marcel to pull me closer to him.

"On Monday, everybody will say I'm gay. We'll be clear to be less secretive about each other." He whispers to my ear, smirking wide. He kisses me briefly and opens the large mahogany door.

The second it is closed, he presses me against it. He rushes his kiss on my lips to drag his lips to my neck as he unbuttons in a hurry my shirt.

"Still hungry, Dr. Wright?" I moan softly to his ear.

"I didn't eat my dessert, yet." He groans against the skin of my neck.

He pulls me to him and he steps back until we hurt his desk. I want him so bad. I've waited so long to have him today. But the quick sight at all the windows surrounding us makes me pull away from his lustful embrace.

"Marcel... The windows.... They can see us."

"Let them watch!" He responds and charges back as the beast he always becomes when he is aroused.

His mouth is hungrier, his hands try to cup my breasts and impatiently rip the cellophane, making them bounce free to meet his eager hands. The contact of our skin is rushed and so desperately delicious. My nipples have never been so sensible and his caress is enough to drive me wild. I have enough of waiting.