Gasping for breath, they slumped forward onto the desk, scattering files and not giving a damn.
“Oh my God,” Samara panted breathlessly, blowing her hair out of her eyes. “That was so fucking hot.”
“Hell, yeah,” Marcus rasped, sucking her earlobe.
She licked her lips, smiling with satisfaction. “I’m glad you came.”
He grinned. “So am I.”
She laughed. “I meant I’m glad you came by.”
“We’ve been married nine years, darlin’,” Marcus drawled, caressing her bare ass cheek. “You think I don’t know what’s up when you text me in the middle of the day to say you miss me?”
Samara laughed, tipping her head back so they could share a soft kiss, smiling against each other’s mouths. Marcus had her caged against the desk with an arm on either side of her body, his cock still buried inside her.
Savoring their mingled wetness, he murmured against her lips, “You’re gonna be late for your meeting.”
“I know.” Her eyes glinted. “I’m thinking about pushing it back till after lunch.”
“Yeah?” His dick swelled hopefully. “Who’s the meeting with?”
“The marketing division.” Samara nibbled his bottom lip. “As you know, things come up all the time that force me to reschedule meetings. My staff understands. They’re flexible. And everyone’s more relaxed around the holidays anyway.”
“That’s good.” Marcus nuzzled the soft skin between her shoulder and neck. “I’ve got a little time before I have to leave for my partners’ meeting….” He trailed off meaningfully.
“Say no more.” Grinning, Samara reached across the cluttered desk and pressed the intercom button, buzzing her assistant. “Brianna, can you let everyone know that our meeting’s been pushed back to two o’clock?”
“No problem, boss lady.” There was a trace of amusement in Brianna’s voice. “Shall I bring lattes for everyone to, ah, compensate for the unscheduled delay?”
Samara grinned. “That would be lovely. Thank you, Brianna.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Samara had barely clicked off before Marcus pulled her up from the desk, turned her around and lifted her into his arms.
She wrapped her legs around him as he began carrying her toward an adjoining door, growling against her mouth, “Let’s take this to your bathroom.”
“Good idea,” she panted. “It’s more soundproof.”
