Chapter 10

Marcus

She’s on her way towards the door.

I watch her with amusement as she fumbles with the clasp of her bra.

“You know I can help you with that,” I say, sure as ever that she won’t be leaving anytime soon.

“No, no. You’ve done enough. You’ve been great, really. But I should be going. I have so much to do,” she says.

I’ve never had a woman try to escape my presence before. Usually, they’re clamoring for more. Usually, they can’t get enough.

But once again, Katy defies all expectations. She’s more different than anyone I’ve ever met. She’s incredibly independent, and she obviously leads a double life―activist by day, hacker by night.

The fact that she’s leaving me, running away, makes me think that she has something more to hide―or that there’s more to her than meets the eye. I already know what her real work is, so what else is there to her?

I never dreamed that spying on my hacker could be this much fun. Nor did I expect her to be so damn gorgeous.

I have to have more of her.

I walk lazily to the kitchen and pull out a bottle of wine. I’m not going to chase her down, but I will try to entice her back to my bed.

“Katy, come on, you can’t leave without a drink. Stay with me for one glass of wine,” I offer.

She looks into my eyes, and I can tell that she wants to stay and that she’s torn inside about what to do. I also know that I’m hedging all my bets on the fact that she will stay. If I let her walk out that door, there’s a good chance I may never see her again.

Every time I want to be with her, I need to have my investigators find her, and this game is getting old. Somehow I have to figure out a way for her to let me into her life so that I can see exactly how she’s planning to target my company.

She’s amazing, yes. But I have a mission to uphold. I won’t let anybody take down my business, not even this interesting girl with the pixie hair and the tight little body.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun in the process.

I’m dying to take this all the way. I need to be inside of Katy…now.

I walk over towards her, take her hand, and pull her back towards the kitchen.

“Come on, one glass of wine. You need it after how many times you came,” I say, tempting her.

She looks at me for a long while before saying, “Okay, fine. I’m not going to resist a nice Cabernet. I don’t really have any place to be anyway.”

At last. A sliver of truth comes out of her mouth.

“Good, now have a seat in front of the fire.” I point towards the soft rug and flip the fire on.

This place is definitely missing all the bells and whistles of my penthouse. We’re drinking a mediocre bottle of wine, and I don’t have my chef preparing dinner. There’s virtually no view from this apartment, and I definitely wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Katy.

I join her on the rug and pull into her for a kiss.

She’s tentative, and I whisper, “Why are you holding back?”

“I’m not used to...this.” She gestures around her at the apartment and the wine.

If this is too different for her, I can only imagine how off-putting my penthouse and billionaire lifestyle would be.

“You’re not used to being wined and dined?” I ask.

“Listen, Marcus. I like you, but I think you should understand that I don’t have boyfriends. This can’t go much further,” she says.

I put her wine down and gently push her back down upon the rug. I kiss her deeply and cup her tits in my hand.

“Well, I don’t do girlfriends, so I guess that makes us the perfect match.” I breathe the words into her mouth as we kiss.

With everything laid out on the table, I think she feels freer to be with me. She kisses me heartily now, as if she’s been craving it forever.

Once again, I pull her tank off and then her bra. I pull her jeans off, and she’s left in nothing but the thing that’s wet with the juices of her desire for me.

I undress and pull my huge cock out, which she’s eyeing with satisfaction. I put my legs on either side of her chest, and she takes my cock in.

I like this position, of mounting her chest. She’s pinned beneath me, and I have all control. I need her to make my cock nice and wet―and for her to want it to be inside of her.

She takes it down her throat like a champ, never gagging once. Then I pull out and move down her body, trailing kisses down her tits and torso until my mouth finds her nicely-shaven pussy.

I lick her clit, and she starts to cry out my name. She’s angling her hips trying to get me to take her the right way. Little does she know she’s about to get the full force of my cock.

I suck her clit and then push her legs back behind her head.

“Nice, baby. You’re so flexible,” I say to her face, contorted with the desperation of wanting me so bad.

I have a nice view of her pussy spread out before me, and her tits are heaving up and down in line with her ragged breathing.

Katy’s clutching the rug, holding on for dear life, as the ride of her life is about to begin.

I sink my thick cock deep inside her, and she comes right away. I guess the build-up that led to this moment was worth it.

Maybe her dash for the door was just a ploy to drag out the seduction that would bring us here. She couldn’t have left without knowing what my cock would feel like inside of her. And I’m making it worth it now.

It’s worth every second of waiting.

“Baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

I fuck her hard, and together we’re sliding the rug across the floor. I can’t hold back with her. I just want her to feel the full weight of my cock pounding into her.

She’s come once already, and I order her to finger her clit to make it happen again.

She does so quickly, and I love the way she obeys me. It’s a feeling that I want to have forever. I want to control Katy and to know that she’s mine.

I fuck her hard, and she comes again. She cries out, and her body shakes while her pussy tightens even more around my throbbing cock.

I keep her legs pushed back so that I can gain every inch of access. I want to consume her and for her to never forget this moment with me.

She’s the best sex I’ve ever had. I know this already.

She looks dizzy and spent. I take that as my cue to come. I plunge into her hard, and she scratches against the floors, trying to get a hold of something.

The force of my cock is too much for her―and yet I can tell she likes it.

I don’t pull out this time. I want her to feel my hot essence spreading within her. I come hard, and Katy does again, too. She squeezes her eyes shut and starts to vibrate around me.

“Oh, fuck, Marcus, I want you so bad,” she purrs.

That’s what I needed to hear, confirmation that I’m the one she wants. There’ll be no others that compare after this. No one can compete with me, and I know that I am forever in her eyes the best she’s ever had.

I let my cock empty inside her before finally pulling out. I lie down next to her on the floor, and we’re covered in sweat, and we’re breathing deeply.

She rolls over onto her side and says, “Marcus, I don’t do boyfriends, but that was fucking amazing. Do you always fuck like that?”

I look at her and say, “I try to.”

The truth is she will never know that she’s the best I’ve ever had. She’s technically my enemy. I wasn’t expecting to fuck her, and I wasn’t expecting it to be so good.

I already want more.

But she’s gathering her clothes and heading for the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on, and the fantasy dissipates: I know that, for now, Katy is not really mine to claim.