Embrace the Darkness (The Maura Quinn Series Book 1) - Ashley N. Rostek Page 0,120
show of holding his hand out to Mark. It wasn’t until now I noticed Mark was holding a thin file folder. Mark stepped next to Dylan and handed over the folder. I took that as my chance. I reached out and placed my hand on Mark’s forearm.
“Well, hello there. I haven’t seen you before.” Unsure what to make of me, he glanced at the rest of the table. Ignoring the audience of the entire room, I gave him my full attention as I stood from my chair. “You got a name, handsome?” I asked, drawing his eyes back to me as I tugged on his dark blue tie.
He smirked. “Mark.”
I looked down, trying to appear demure. I took a tiny step towards him while pulling on his tie, making him close the space between us until the fronts of our bodies molded.
“Well, Mark…I just got out of a relationship and I’m on the hunt for a rebound. You know, the kind with a marathon of nonstop dirty sweaty sex?”
Rourke gagged behind me. “I didn’t need to hear that.”
Mark’s brows shot up before a heated look of intrigue followed. His eyes traveled down to my pushed up voluptuous cleavage.
“I have to warn you. I’m kind of in the mood to try some new things. I’ve been having nothing but generic missionary sex for over a year. I really want to get my hair pulled, if you know what I mean?”
“Yuck, cuz,” Dylan said, scrunching his nose.
It took everything in me to make the rest of the room disappear. “What do you say, Mark? Think you can handle me?” I playfully challenged him.
Thankfully, Mark seemed too oblivious to the rest of the room as he held his cocksure smirk. “Maybe.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Maybe? I guess I need to think of a better way to entice you. Hmm, what to do?” I put my back to the table before I used one hand to help me sit on it. I pulled Mark with me until he was standing between my legs. “What if I told you my dirtiest fantasy?” I wrapped my dangling legs around his hips and pulled him by his tie until his face was inches from my own. His strong cologne filled my nose and I had to fight the urge to scrunch it. “You see this table? It’s been in my family for generations,” I said, rubbing my free hand along its smooth black wooden surface. “I fantasize about being fucked on this table until I scream.” I arched, falling backwards slowly until my shoulders met with the table and I was laid before him. “Just like this.”
A whistle pierced through the silence in the room. “This is not what I expected from today’s meeting,” Louie said.
“How long are you going to let this go on for, Stefan?” I heard Samuel ask. I was sure everyone was looking to my father to stop me. What they didn’t know was he wasn’t going to.
I sat up and unlocked my legs from around Mark’s hips. I flattened my hand on his chest and pushed him back until the backs of his legs hit my chair. With a not so gentle shove, he sat down. I quickly hopped off the table and straddled him. “I think after I get mine, I’ll straddle you in this very chair and ride you until you scream,” I said and rocked my hips, grinding myself on him.
He chuckled and put his hands on my thighs. “Sorry to tell you this, gorgeous, but I’m not a screamer.”
“That’s a shame. How will I properly return the favor?” I tapped my chin with my finger as if really thinking about what I’d do. “I could give you a lap dance instead?” I asked, reaching behind my back for my gun. “I’ve been told I’m very good. Would you like to know by whom? He’s a very powerful man.” I rocked my hips again, making sure he was plenty distracted as I lifted the back of my jacket and pulled the gun from my waistband.
“Who?” he mumbled, fingers digging into my thighs.
I brought my lips to his ear. “Nicoli De Luca.” His body tensed beneath me at the same time I brought my gun up under his chin. The don’s name and the cold barrel sobered the lust from his eyes. I climbed off of him slowly, gun pointed at his head, and hopped back on the table.
“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Samuel demanded.