“We shouldn’t be doing this. I have… I have to get back to work.” She groans out, wiggling her hips back, trying to get me to move. I smirk at her body so obviously contradicting her words.
“Well, seeing as how you work for me, I think I have the final say of when you need to get back to work. And right now, you’re needed here. I need this perfectly tight pussy to drip your arousal all over my cock.”
She looks back at me over her shoulder, eyebrows raised in surprise. Her dark tresses toppling out of her pinned updo. It’s a breathtaking sight to behold. I press my hand in between her shoulders, making her arch further before I start moving. She brings out this dark need inside of me, that’s almost monstrous. Possessive. A dangerous allure of desire that’s to the point of desperation.
Her eyes lock onto mine, that mouth of hers stuck open in a perfect ‘O’. I slam into her, watching as her fingers fight for purchase around the wooden lip of my desk. Papers lay strewn about beneath us as I thrust into her with every bit of strength I have.
Our love making is wild and rough. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, echoing off the high ceiling. My balls ache for release as they hit her with each jolt of my hips.
She’s my enchantress and I fuck her like I’m a man fallen under her spell. Unabashed and filled with wonder as she tightens around me, squeezing me into oblivion. Having her take me like this sends a thrill to the dark parts of myself. Making me want so much more.
“Devil confound it, Marigold, you’re addictive. I can’t get enough of you. The way you feel clutched around me, has me spellbound.”
I let out a groan as my release hits me hard and fast, filling her up with every last drop.
It’s then, that panic seizes my heart while I’m still seated inside her. My fingers clutch the fabric of her skirt as I remove myself from her with a grunt. The thought of being with her has consumed me so much that I hadn’t even considered the consequences. I’d fallen so hard and fast with the need to have her that we hadn’t talked about the possibility of what our union could produce. And the knowledge that she could be taken from me just like Harriet had been guts me.
She must sense this shift in me, because upon standing she grips my face in her hands and makes me look at her. Blue piercing eyes search mine, before she lands a chaste kiss upon my lips.
“What is it?”
“I- I realized that we hadn’t discussed the possibility of pregnancy and with the way I lost Harriet, I…” I swallow thickly. “I wouldn’t survive another loss like that.”
“I can’t have children, Barrett. So, there’s no need to worry.”
Relief floods me, “You’re sure?”
Her thumb caresses my cheek, “Yes. Now I have to go back, but we can talk more later.”
“I look forward to it. I’m headed out to the office but should be back in time for dinner.”
I grab her to me once again and kiss her soundly, eating up the small moan her throat makes.
“I’ll see you later.”
She grabs Sarah’s bottle from off the desk and breezes out of my office, leaving her scent lingering in the air long after she’s gone.
* * *
The office looks exactly same.Amazing how so much can happen in one’s life and yet a place can go looking completely untouched. The same tobacco cloud hangs in the air, giving the place a foggy glow against the mahogany ceiling. The same worn leather chairs flank the fireplace, great for closing a deal on a dreary day.
“Barrett Blackford. You’re sopping wet. Didn’t you bring your umbrella, or did you take a dip in the Thames?”
“I’m afraid I forgot it. Too much in a rush to get here.” A puddle forms around my feet as I stand in the entry. My mind had been much too preoccupied by a raven-haired beauty. Running over our interactions I find myself feeling a mix of emotions. Getting back into the office is the best thing to quell those racing sentiments.
After getting lost in paperwork and caught up to speed, I’m headed back home. The rain is down to a light drizzle, though my clothes still cling to my frame feeling damp and uncomfortable. My eyes take in the frantic energy of the city as I walk. Everyone bustling with purpose. It’s calming in a strange way. Familiar. The steps I take are full of renewed purpose. A man reborn.
Though as I continue home, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched. Looking over my shoulder, I seek out where the feeling could be coming from but there’s no one that I can see. Just lines of people shuffling this way and that. I shrug it off. Probably just being paranoid. Besides, I need to get home to show Marigold just what I’ve been thinking about while I’ve been away. Perhaps introduce her to some of the darker parts of my desires and see how far she’s willing to go with me. I’ll bet anything that she’ll be willing to meet me in my fantasies. Merging my darkness with hers. The thought spurs my feet on as I rush along with the rest of London, to get back home.
MARIGOLD
Anxiety twists around my chest. The knowledge that my father’s men are getting closer has become a beating drum of doom banging away in my head with each passing minute. I have to get out, but I’m stuck until the wind changes and who knows how long that will take.
My gloved hand runs down Alfred’s feathers as he perches on my shoulder. I’ve brought a few of my winged friends inside to get out of this wretched weather. Their presence helps me calm this churning in my mind. The endless fear of being caught.
I’m not sure my magic is strong enough to keep them at bay. The night of my father’s death had produced a power within me that I’d yet to see replicated since.
“Off you go, I must ready Sarah for bed.” I say to Alfred who reluctantly complies.
