“I'm sorry to hear that. Was he cheating on her?”
“No,” Marcus lied. “He wasn't spending enough time at home.”
“Sounds like she may be cheating on him.”
“Not Paven. I can't believe she would do that.”
“Believe me, Marcus, a woman; any woman will creep on her man if she's not happy.” Carmen could tell by the look on Marcus's face that he was thinking about Randa.
She was about to change the subject. “What do you want to do with the rest of the evening, Carmen?” Marcus said, saving her the trouble.
“I don't know. What do you wanna do?”
“I was going to take you dancing, but it's raining pretty hard now.”
“That would have been nice,” Carmen commented, knowing that wasn't what she had in mind for the rest of the evening. “I know what we can do,” Carmen said jumping up from the table. She turned the radio to an old school party mix; The Funkadelic's Knee Deep was on.
“Come on, Marcus, show me what you got.”
Marcus got up and took off his jacket, while Carmen pushed the coffee table out of the way. They danced to the long version of Knee Deep, then the Electric Slide came on, and you know what had to happen then. They took turns laughing and talking about one another because neither one could keep the steps together. A commercial came on and the weary dancers took a much needed break. Carmen refreshed their drinks. As soon as she sat down, the commercial ended and the Isley Brothers For The Love Of You came on. Marcus quickly rose to his feet and extended his hand.
“May I have this dance?”
“Yes you may,” Carmen said, accepting his hand. They swayed back and forth to the music; Marcus began to sing the words softly in Carmen's ear. “Oooh, you go, boy.”
Carmen closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest. When Marcus stopped singing, Carmen looked up at him, he was looking at her. They stared into each other's eyes. Carmen closed her eyes and tilted her head back as Marcus kissed her. Delicately pressing his lips against hers. Marcus drew Carmen closer to him and touched her face. Carmen opened her eyes and Marcus kissed her down to her neck and then up to her ear lobes. Carmen kissed him on the cheek.
“I never did give you the tour of the apartment,” Carmen whispered as she walked backwards. Marcus continued to kiss Carmen as she led him into the bedroom.
She stopped in front of the bed and began to loosen Marcus's tie, allowing it to drop to the floor. She unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his pants. Marcus quickly kicked out of his shoes while Carmen took off his shirt and his pants dropped to the floor. She gazed into his eyes as she slowly pulled down his underwear. Marcus was lost in her eyes. Carmen sat Marcus gently on the bed.
By this time For The Love Of You was over and Hangin' On A String by Loose Ends was playing. Carmen danced around the room and began to remove each item of her clothes. Each movement more erotic than the last. Marcus watched as each garment of clothing fell to the floor around Carmen.
When she was naked, Carmen laid down in bed next to Marcus. He ran his hand across her breasts and touched them, held them, squeezed them, and teased them with his tongue. Marcus slid his tongue slowly around her beautiful dark circles, coming close but never touching her nipples. Carmen spread her legs and Marcus fingered her clit. He felt her clit getting harder under his touch. Carmen moaned her approval. She reached out to him and slowly began to massage his hardening length with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. Carmen kissed him passionately, and continued to stroke his erection. Marcus guided his tongue along her eyebrows, and then kissed her eyelids. Marcus stopped to look at her face. Inches from her face, Carmen looked more beautiful than she had at any point since they'd met.
The sensation of hands gave way to the sensation of her lips, soft and wet, against his chest. As he lay on
his back, eyes closed, enjoying the taste of her tongue darting playfully in and out of his mouth and across his chest. gliding her hands across his skin to his now throbbing hardness. His excitement built as he relied on only his sense of touch and smell. Each seemed heightened as Carmen took him into the soft, wetness that is her mouth, sliding her tongue up and down his erection. Marcus reached out for Carmen and gently moved her body so he could taste her. He ran his tongue along her lips, proceeded to lick and sucked her clit. She moaned her pleasure, while continuing to slide her hand up and down his shaft.
Once again Carmen lowered her head and took him into her mouth. His back arched. The movement of his tongue increased to a pace, which coincided with hers. Her body shook.
“Marcus, I don't want to cum yet.”
Carmen repositioned herself and straddled his torso, as Marcus looked on with great anticipation She lowered herself onto him. Taking his erection into the wetness between her thighs. They stared into each other's eyes, as they moved in unison, each movement, was agonizingly slow and deliberate to heighten their mutual pleasure. Carmen rolled off of Marcus; he watched her crawl around on the bed and enjoyed the perfection that is Carmen's ass. Marcus crawled over beside her and ran his hands along her back, around her perfect ass, and squeezed her firm thighs. Carmen spread her legs and he fingered her clit and played with her lips. Marcus got up on his knees and entered her from behind. Her pussy was so soft, so wet; he could barely control his passion. He felt her ass buck, pounding against him. He felt the muscles inside her tighten around him. Carmen screamed, “FUCK ME HARDER!”
Marcus complied with her request until they both collapsed from exhaustion.
Carmen smiled and touched his face, and then she curled up in the fetal position. Marcus ran his hand over her shoulder and down her arm. Her skin was soft and smooth. Marcus paused to admire each curve, studying each nuance of her body. Carmen began to move in response. She rolled into his arms and she kissed his lips. He tasted her tongue. It glided slowly and smoothly over his. Marcus broke their embrace and spread her legs. He kissed her inter thighs and once again tasted the wetness between them. Carmen held his head in place as his tongue slithered along her lips and making circles around her clit. Her grip grew tighter, her stomach muscles locked and her head drifted back in quiet ecstasy. Carmen sat up and Marcus eased her on her back and entered her. He placed the weight of his body on his arms and Carmen arched her back and rotated her hip in perfect unison with him. Moving slowly, then fast and then slowly again. Her body began to quiver as she stretched out her legs, seeming to anticipate his movements. Their heartbeats quickened along with pace, until their bodies shook and they screamed together.
UNDERCOVER
“Good morning, Ms. Foster,” the receptionist said. “You're in early today.”
At eight-thirty on Monday morning, Mondrya Foster arrived at work. She usually got in sometime before nine-thirty, but not today. Today she had things to do. After talking to Marcus about Frank Collins and the circumstances surrounding the deaths of himself and his wife Suzanne, she couldn't shake the feeling that there may be something going on. She spent all weekend thinking back to the time of the merger. And it was all starting to come back to her. The more Mondrya thought, the more the details of those days came into focus.
She remembered that when they were selecting the team of analysts, Frank Collins was selected to be a member of the team. At the time, his selection caused quite a bit of controversy. Frank had only recently come to Hudson Financial as an Account manager from another brokerage. The question the analysts posed was why would a new Account Manager be on a team of analysts? Mondrya remembered this specifically because it was her friend Bennett who was passed over. And then there was Connie Ferguson. The analysts, analyst. She and Frank sure hit it off quick, almost from the first day. It always seemed like they knew each other.
After she got her coffee, Mondrya settled into her office and turned on her computer. She put her phone on speaker and dialed. “I S, this is Richie.”