I head over to Marcus's apartment, hoping that maybe he's got a good lead. Everything has fallen into place and I'm thinking about everything I just experienced with Jason. It's so intimate and comforting to know I've got a guy like him on my side. And, yet as my car veers down the winding streets, into the depths of the evening, I'm just as surely thinking about Marcus. I'm so looking forward to seeing him, and also I feel glad that I have a reason to stop by. I hope my spontaneous visit makes him happy. It's the perfect, poetic, romantic kind of night with the stars shining in between dark clouds. The city lights are twinkling in that special way that makes me feel so blessed about where I live. I never get tired of the view around here. How can I be thinking about three men?

Yes, three. Xavier is lingering in my mind with my whole harem of men and I’m like, fuck, if I'm like an enormous slut, then so be it! Who knew one woman could have so many incredible men in her life.

I find Marcus’s place and the doorman waves me through. I'm in the elevator trying to prepare myself to see him again. I check my outfit one more time and situate my breasts. When I check out my lipstick in the mirrors that line the inside of the elevator, I realize it needs some liner so I add that. I want to look perfect for him.

Marcus lives in a pretty posh building and it's clear he probably has so much money that he doesn't need to work a day in his life, but he does work, and that means he has a real sense of integrity. And the fact that he's a lawyer means he has a sense of justice too.

I knock on his door and he answers promptly, wearing nothing but an expensive pair of designer jeans that fits every inch of him perfectly. His tanned torso, rippling abs, and arms of muscle are greeting me. Finding him this way takes my mind off work and puts it more on him. He's got an amazing physique, and I picture myself biting at his stomach before my head makes its way down to the V shape that is born of muscle and which leads into his pants to the best fucking part. Mmmm, that cock is just waiting for me right now...

Damn. Was not expecting this kind of reception.

"Hey, hi, Marcus. I just stopped by to see if you have any more leads. Have you thought of anything that might help us through the Cain case?"

"Jacqueline!" I'm so glad to see you." And he looks genuinely pleased. "Please come in and make yourself comfortable. Let me just grab a shirt...I was going to hop in the shower."

"Oh no, it's no problem. In fact, go ahead. I can wait. I mean I didn't even call or anything so..."

I'm secretly wishing he would just stay like that, half dressed for the entirety of this little meeting, but of course, I say nothing. I just sit on his spacious, gray sectional sofa and let myself stare at him.

"At least let me pour you a drink to relax first."

"Okay. Whiskey. Neat."

"Nice." He comes over with a bottle of blue label something and he pours me what I asked for.

"I can't drink alone, that would just be sad."

He gets a glass for himself and we both take long, hard, sips and look into each other's eyes. Ahh, the whiskey is going down so smoothly.

"Okay, let me just take a quick shower and I'll be right out."

"Do what you gotta do," I say, happy to relax for a minute.

There's jazz music playing over his hidden speakers, and I settle in and enjoy my drink. Marcus has a great place and great decor. It's very him. Very downtown, moody, dark, and broody. His place is covered by a lot of blacks and a lot of grays. I get up to look at his art that is on an exposed brick wall. Some classic Ansel Adams pieces, some pieces that I love but don't recognize. Yeah, he's got great taste for sure.

He's out in no time and he's wearing new jeans, a black t-shirt, and his hair is all wet, falling into his eyes. God, he looks gorgeous. Like some kind of man-God. He's probably what Hercules looked like.

"So you're an art aficionado?" I ask.

"I am. You caught me."

"There's nothing to catch. You've got wonderful taste. I love your place."

"Thanks, Jacqueline."

"So why I really stopped by...the Cain case. Have you tracked down the other security guard by chance?"

"No, you know what? He's on vacation. So that's holding things up."

"Oh."

"But I think that's odd, don't you? The only other witness or person with possible information is suddenly on vacation?"

Hmmm, he's right, He's exactly right. "Gosh, Marcus, you are so right. That makes him a suspect."

"Exactly what I was thinking."

Wow, he's really smart. He found this way to penetrate the case and it might be our golden ticket. I think about him penetrating me across this couch and it's all I can do not to smile.

"You've got really good instincts Marcus."

"Oh yeah? Does that mean I'm not just another big cock to you?"

I look at him like, "What?" Did he really just say that?

"I'm joking, I'm joking. Don't take it so seriously."

"I am serious about you though Marcus." I look at him, imploring him to understand. It's time for my reckoning. "I'm starting to fall for you more and more each day. I love the sex, obviously but I'm starting to really admire you and to actually develop feelings for you. I care what happens to you."

This is an extremely intimate moment between us, where he's staring at me with affection, searching me to know that what I've just said is true.

"You really think that?" He says and I see a hopeful expression on his face.

"Of course. I think you are incredible in a lot of ways."

He smiles, and I know he understands. So I bring things back around to the case at hand.

"Do you think Damian is innocent?"

"I do. I really do. You know why? Because a guy with a temper like that could never have committed this crime the way it was done. He would've acted in rage and left his fingerprints and evidence all over the place. This is premeditated. It's different."

"Yeah, but Marcus, if we don't find something soon, he'll be found guilty."

"I know. It weighs on me every day. We can't let an innocent man go to prison. And, Jacqueline, I’m happy to be one the big cocks in your life," Marcus says, and we both laugh.