Body of Evidence (Marcus Douglas 2)

“What is she going to say under oath. Yeah, I was very upset about seeing pictures of my husband with another woman. I was so upset that I drove around for hours, but I didn’t kill her,’” Marcus said, trying to make light of the situation.

“Then the prosecutor says, Yeah, but she died that night anyway.’”

“You see what I’m saying?” Marcus said in obvious frustration.

“What about her alibi?”

“He’s shaky. And that’s another thing that worries me.”

“What’s that?” Tiffanie asked.

“He’s on the prosecutions witness list too.”

“That is not good. If they plan on calling him as a prosecution witness; that means he’s got something to say that will hurt her. What’s Mrs. Daniels saying about him, and what he might say?”

“Mrs. Daniels doesn’t like talking about her case.”

“Oh really. Well what does Mrs. Daniels like talking about?”

“Anything other than her case, but she does like to talk,” Marcus told Tiffanie. He could not and absolutely would not tell Tiffanie what Mrs. Daniels liked to talk about. Nor did he intend on mentioning what Mrs. Daniels liked to do anytime he brought up her case.

On his way home, Marcus dialed Panthea’s cell phone number. It wasn’t just the conversation with Tiffanie, but thoughts of Panthea had been weighing heavily on his mind. She answered in a sweet and sexy voice that instantly made him hard.

“I was just thinking about you,” she cooed in his ear.

A smiled made its way to Marcus’s face. “I hope you were thinking about the conversation we need to have about your case, and how there were many things you wanted me to know,” he tried to encourage as he brought his vehicle to a careful stop at an intersection.

“Not exactly,” Panthea said. “I was thinking how great it would be if you called to tell me we could meet somewhere. I miss you. I miss your touch. I miss my new best friend,” she said.

Marcus knew he should try and take the conversation back to the case. It needed to be discussed. They needed to talk about it—this much he knew for certain. But his mind instantly conjured up thoughts of them doing what they both enjoyed doing most.

“So you wanted to meet somewhere tonight?” Marcus tried to clarify.

“I’m starting to go mad. I mean, we’re so good together; I really just need to feel you inside of me. I just want to hold and caress you with my warmth. Don’t you want me, too, Marcus?” she cooed sweetly.

“Yes, you know I do. I can hardly think straight because I’m always thinking about you. I want you just as badly Panthea, but we must discuss this case. We need to talk about your alibi. We need to talk about the evidence—”

“I need your dick inside my mouth. We need to discuss what you’re thinking when you’re buried so deep inside of me that we literally become one. That’s all I want to talk about,” she cut him off.

Marcus felt himself getting warm and hot at the images she had described. He wanted the same thing too—desperately. He was bewildered as he thought of the possibilities. But he shook it off or at least he tried to.

Twenty minutes into his trek home, Marcus found himself pulling up to the Fairfield Inn on the edge of town. He had told himself he’d strike up the discussion they needed to have since they were going to be face to face. But when his cell phone rang, he grabbed it, hit the button and pulled it to his ear.

“I’m in room 489,” her voice said before he could say hello.

Marcus couldn’t deny the jolt of excitement he felt at that moment. He wanted to run up to that room as he stood waiting for the elevator. But again, he used this time to tell himself before he touched her and before he allowed himself to pleasure her in any way possible, he’d insist that they discuss the case. That’s what he’d do. As he rode up from the lobby to the fourth floor, he decided this visit may be just that, a good opportunity to discuss her case.

But Marcus had no way of knowing Panthea was using all of her arsenal to make sure their conversation would have nothing to do with words. When she thought he had had enough time to park the car and make his way up the elevator, she stood poised and ready for him.

Marcus used the key she’d left for him at the front desk and opened the door in a grand way. He had an agenda, and he was ready and prepared to move this thing forward. But when his eyes fixated on Panthea, his legs immediately began to wobble and his heart started beating faster. A layer of perspiration he hadn’t notice before suddenly appeared. His saucer wide eyes began at her black four and a half inch stacked peek toe shoes then traveled up her black fishnet clad legs and the vibrant hot pink fishnet dress that hugged her body in ways that should’ve been illegal. His eyes lingered at her neat triangle-shaped patch then moved up to her massive chocolate nipples. Everything seemed trapped behind the stretchy material.

Marcus licked his lips and instantly wished he were the threads that held those fishnets together. He knew at that moment, she had rendered him powerless, and his plans of discussing her case before he touched her, immediately took a backseat.

“That’s a—that’s a real nice outfit you have on there,” he managed to say as he clumsily closed the door behind him.

For all of her effort, Panthea knew her attire had upped the ante. She noticed the change in his demeanor and smiled inwardly. Panthea wasn’t the slightest bit interested in taking part in any damn legal discussion, even though she knew it was in her best interest. There was only one kind of conversation she was interested in having with Marcus Douglas, and she had grown tired of waiting to have it. Panthea wanted her clit licked and her pussy sucked, and she was determined to get exactly what she wanted.

As if reading the thoughts right from his very own mind, she moved into a slow and tantalizing twirl, so he could get the best view possible. After the spin was complete, she stood before him then sashayed over to the desk in their room and found a spot.