Pushing his chair back from the desk, Madeline quickly straddled him. His big hands grabbed her hips holding her tight and she revelled in his arousal which was barely contained beneath his zipper.
She grinned at him. ‘So, I’ve been thinking about these rebound rules,’ she said, reaching down and undoing the button of his shorts while she slowly rubbed herself against the coarse fabric.
It felt so good rasping against her naked flesh.
‘Are they flexible? Or is rebound sex just a one-night deal?’
Marcus swallowed hard as her hands toyed with his zip and her fingernails scraped the length of him through the fabric. His heart thudded in his chest. He couldn’t quite believe he was about to have sex in his office chair with a client only fifteen minutes away.
He gave a half-laugh, running his hands up her bare thighs, under her skirt until he was squeezing her naked buttocks. His vision went completely black at the feel of her taut flesh and the urge to drive up into her was all he could think about. ‘Extensions can be granted.’
‘Good,’ she whispered, grasping his finally freed erection in her hand and swallowing his groan as she unleashed a kiss that was powered by half a day’s worth of pent-up sexual fantasy.
By the time he pulled away they were both breathing hard.
Marcus didn’t speak, he wasn’t capable. He didn’t even take her jacket or shirt off, just pulled her shirt out of her waistband, dispensed with the buttons, more gently than he had last night, briefly admired her matching bra before undoing the front clasp and leaning in quickly to suck a puckered nipple deeply into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth.
Her moan urged him on and he teased the other breast with his hand working the nipple to a tortured peak, all the time excruciatingly aware of the magic her hands were weaving.
‘Condom,’ she gasped.
He pulled away, breathing hard, admiring the view of her straddling him, her bare breasts heaving, her nipples dark and wet from his mouth. She looked gorgeous and wild, her green eyes bright with passion. He reached blindly into his desk drawer, not wanting to miss a second of the view as he felt around and located one.
‘Thank God for reps,’ he said.
She took it, ripped it open with her teeth and covered the broad length of him in one swift movement.
‘You’re very good at that,’ he said.
‘Only that?’ she asked as she positioned herself over him and very slowly sunk down.
‘No,’ he said, reaching behind her and pulling her hair out of its clasp as he thrust up, causing her to moan and bite her lip as he slid in to the hilt, throbbing with need. ‘You have many talents.’
Madeline smiled and kissed him again, his hands resuming their homage to her breasts as he thrust up into her again and again. She rode each penetration with pride, revelling in his hardness and the success of her seduction as each thrust stoked her to fever pitch.
Her orgasm built slowly down low and deep, the angle of his entry stroking her in just the right spot, and she moved with it, perfectly in tune to his rhythm. And then he picked it up a notch and then another and then more until an explosion of sensations ricocheted inside her, twisting through her, his shoulders trembling as he joined her, the urgency of his cries mixing with the urgency of hers.
And then as she collapsed against his chest the intensity eased, pleasure resonating in every cell and oozing from every pore. Languor spread through her muscles, her breath calmed and her pulse settled as her climax slowly ebbed away.
Marcus waited until he got his breath back before he said, ‘Many talents.’
Madeline laughed and reluctantly pushed herself away from the curve of his neck. She looked down at herself, half-undressed, her nipples still hard, still intimately joined with Marcus. She didn’t feel awkward or ashamed because she could tell he liked what he saw and that made her feel deliciously wanton.
A distant voice interrupted them. ‘Er, excuse me, Doc, are you here? Is there anyone home?’
Madeline almost injured herself she leapt up that quickly. ‘Who’s that?’ she whispered.
‘My twelve-thirty,’ he said, amused by the red staining her cheeks and her hurried rearranging of her clothes.
‘You have a twelve-thirty? Why didn’t you say something?’ she hissed. She couldn’t believe how close they’d come to being sprung by a patient.
Thank God she’d locked the door.
‘And miss out on more rebound sex? At my work desk? Are you crazy?’ He winked, watching with great interest as Maddy jiggled around, trying to pull her clothes into some order. ‘I’ll be right out, Ted,’ he yelled.
Madeline blushed even further. When had she become so bold? Shooting him an I’m-going-to-get-you-for-this look, she hurried to the door, unlocking and opening it. ‘Right,’ she said to Marcus in an over-bright, businesslike voice, ‘So you’ll follow up on that referral, then?’
He grinned at her. ‘Yes, ma’am, Dr Harrington,’ he teased and then, as she went to step out of his office he murmured, ‘Oh, Maddy?’
‘What?’ she whispered, looking over her shoulder.
‘I think you forgot these,’ he said, picking up her discarded knickers from his desk and tossing them in her direction.
Madeline, blushing furiously now, somehow managed to turn in time to catch them one-handed.
‘Tonight?’ he asked.
Wild horses couldn’t have kept her away. ‘Tonight,’ she agreed as she stuffed her underwear back into her pocket and hurried away, Marcus’s sexy laughter following her down the hallway.
Four hours later Marcus showed Gail Wust into his office.
‘Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Dr Hunt,’ she said.
‘It’s Marcus,’ he reminded her for the second time, ‘and it was no problem. You’re lucky it’s my first week and it’ll take a little while for people to know I’m here.’
‘Did Dr Harrington talk to you about my case? I believe she wrote you a referral?’
Marcus didn’t blink as he remembered their ‘talk’. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘We
