In Too Deep: A Romantic Suspense Novel (42 page)

"A couple of reasons," I said, my answer interrupted as the waitress brought our pizza. It was too hot to cut up yet, so we let it cool, the smell of the cheese and Italian sausage tantalizing us as I tried to finish my answer. "First, because I've always been good with numbers, but not so good I wanted to become an engineer or something like that. But second and more importantly, while I was in on the wrench side of things with my parents, I always loved the business side of it more. So when it came time for me to go to college, I knew I was going to go for business, and get at least my MBA. After that though, I just wanted to stand on my own two feet, and my current job allows me to do that.”

"So how'd you get so lucky as to start working the Smiley contracts? I figured a high roller like him would be getting the VIP treatment from some higher ups or something," Scott said, dishing out the first slice of pizza onto a plate. He passed it over to me, then got a slice for himself, sprinkling extra Parmesan cheese and chili flakes over top. His taste in pizza was another thing to like about him, in my opinion.

"It was luck, actually," I said, falling into the story that Sophie, Mark and I had put together. "When I started with my current job, one of the things that every newbie is handed is a pile of dead weight files. These are ones that, if they pan out, gets you a nice bonus check, but nobody expects them to pan out. Estates that have been caught up in litigation for years, decades-long overseas claims, stuff like that. I happen to have been handed Mount Zion."

"Where the Smileys live," Scott said, doing the mental math. "So when they came to the firm, you met them."

"Something like that. Actually, Marcus' corporation bought the property before they ever arrived in town. However, our firm did have some property records that the Smileys wanted personally, so I was invited over and got to meet them at Mount Zion. Sophie Warbird and I are the same age, and as we started discussing things, Marcus asked me a few questions about business. I guess what I said impressed them, because the next week,I got a message from my bosses that I was to be the manager for the Smileys for all of their purchases in the city."

"So half luck, half your actual ability," Scott said, taking a bite of his pizza. "Don't sell yourself short."

The rest of the date went wonderfully, and I was more and more impressed by Scott's charm. I've never been snobby about who I date, I didn't care that he was an HVAC repairman, but I also want to have the complete package for someone I'm dating.

I want brains to go with looks if its going to be more than a one-night flirt session. Scott was checking all of the boxes. In addition to being cute, he was smart, in the sort of mix of street smarts and book smarts that told me he had taken what he'd learned in his HVAC license course, combined it with a high school education, and them swirled it all around with a few years of being out in the real world doing stuff. He had gaps in his knowledge, but admitted it, and not in that
yeah I'm ignorant and proud of it
way that a lot of insecure people get. He was just honest about it, while at the same time expressing a desire to learn more.

By the time the last slice of pizza was gone, I knew that I wanted to see Scott again. I hadn't had such a great date in at least a year, and I was enjoying every moment. "I suppose you have work tomorrow," Scott said as we left the restaurant. "I kind of wish you didn't."

"Oh, why's that?" I said as we walked through the parking lot. I entwined my arm with his, snuggling against him. "You think you'll get more than a shared pizza from me tonight?"

Scott actually blushed, and I could feel my heart and body react to the bashful look he gave me. "No, but a guy can wish," he said. "Actually, I just really enjoyed this, and don't want it to end."

"Neither do I," I said, "But yes, we both have work tomorrow. So, I had an idea that maybe could work for both of us."

"What's that?" Scott asked, giving me a small smile.

"Well, Friday and Saturdays are my social nights," I said. "I was thinking maybe you'd like to go out again tomorrow night? And if things go late tomorrow night, neither of us has our schedules too disturbed."

Scott's smile was electric and bright, and I could see the happiness in his eyes. "I think I'd like that. In the meantime, let me take you home like a gentleman, and we can discuss details on the way."

The drive home didn't take as long as finding Mar De Napoli, and by the time we'd gotten to my place we had barely set a time for when to pick me up the next night. I knew what I wanted though. After watching him work physically on the air conditioner, I'd seen his muscles at work, now I wanted to see him in a more sensual activity. "You're serious?" Scott said when I told him my plan. "A dance club?"

"Sure am. What, you don't want to see me in a short skirt?" I teased, crossing and uncrossing my legs for him.

Scott laughed and shook his head. "No, I just am a bit nervous of looking like a goofball trying to be coordinated on the floor. Promise to take it easy on me?"

"We'll see," I told him. We were soon at my apartment, and Scott stopped his car. "Thank you for a lovely dinner, Scott."

"Can I walk you to your door?" he asked. "I promise, just to the door."

"I'd like that," I said, and waited for him to come around and let me out. I could feel the pleasant tension as he led me to my door, something I hadn't felt in a long time from any date.

"I had a great time too," Scott said when we reached my door. "And I'm looking forward to tomorrow."

He leaned forward naturally, and our lips met. It was a good kiss, strong enough that I could appreciate his strength without being too forward. I let the kiss linger for a good amount of time before pulling back, smiling. "I'm looking forward to it too. Good night, Scott."

I
was
true to my word, waiting for Mark when he got back from his mission with my hair twisted into a thick cable braid and then laid over my left shoulder. Other than that, I wasn't wearing a thing when he came into the master bath suite of Mount Zion. Instead, I was sitting in the deep central tub, which was filled with milky colored water that covered me almost all the way to my chin. The tops of my breasts broke the surface of the water, but that was it. "My brave warrior returns."

Mark shrugged off his jacket and watched me as I slid through the water until I was on the other edge, facing him. I could feel my butt sticking out of the water, and knew I was enticing him. "I'm glad to see that you worried about my safety," he teased, pulling off his t-shirt. "What if I had gotten shot down or something?"

"Then I would have come to your rescue," I replied matter-of-factly. "Besides, I didn't start this bath until you were already down and in the car back here."

"I see. And you're not interested at all in what we learned from my little case of corporate espionage?" he asked, unbuckling his belt.

"Not as much as I am feeling you in this bath next to me. The data analysis can wait at least a few hours," I said. "That is, unless you happen to like analyzing data instead of spending time with me?"

Mark finished stripping off his clothes at what looked like warp speed, which was a shame. I enjoy watching him pull the fabric over his firm muscles, revealing himself to me. Even the scars on his body were sexy to me, and I shivered in anticipation as he stepped over the side of the tub and into the water, upon which I found the other drawback to the mineral salts I had used for the bath. While they provided a great scent and let me tease him by only giving Mark hints of my body underneath the water, now I couldn't see him the same way. I growled lightly in frustration and slid closer to him.

"I know that you're good, but that doesn't mean I don't worry," I said as our thighs brushed together. "All I can imagine is not being able to feel you again."

"You can feel me all you want," Mark whispered to me, pulling me onto his lap. Our kiss was hot and slippery, like the water we were in. I could feel our bodies pressed together, his skin electric over mine, and I could feel his cock already starting to swell in between us. I rubbed against his chest, letting my nipples rake over his skin, both of our hearts hammering in our chests.

"Tonight....." I said, breaking the kiss. I sat back in his lap, looking him deep into his eyes.

"I was safe," Mark whispered, stroking my back. "I promise."

I shook my head. "That wasn't what I was going to say."

Mark cocked an eyebrow at me, encouraging me to continue. "Tonight," I said, taking a deep breath, "I want you back there."

Mark's other eyebrow joined his cocked one in surprise. We'd discussed anal sex before, and in fact he'd used his fingers on me once or twice while he licked me, he'd never slid his cock back there before. In fact, nobody had.

But after the risks of our job, I needed this. It was one of the first dangerous missions he had undertaken since we'd been together without me, and it had scared me more than I was letting him know. "Are you ready?" Mark asked softly, kissing my neck. "Did you prepare?"

"A little," I said, “but not a lot."

"Then we'll take our time, and help you be ready," Mark replied, kissing down my neck to my collarbone. I groaned as his hands roamed up and down my back, stroking and massaging the muscles while his mouth feasted on my skin. His right hand disappeared under the water, cupping my butt cheek and massaging it.

"Yesss...." I sighed, lifting my breasts out of the water to his lips. Mark obliged me, kissing them quickly before raising his head up to kiss my lips again. While our tongues danced and twisted around each other, I felt his fingers slide into the cleft in between my cheeks, and I pushed back, opening myself for him. Mark's finger found my tight hole and rubbed slowly, in tight little circles.

"You told me you are virgin back there, yes?"

“I am.”

Mark's solemn nod while he lowered his lips to my left breast again, reassured me while at the same time his lips and tongue sent tingles up and down my spine. I could feel the warm pleasure building in my chest, and barely noticed when he slipped his finger inside me. He pumped slowly, letting my body adjust to his graceful digit. On my end, it was absolute heaven. Mark's lips were sucking and pleasuring my breasts while his legs supported me, and at the same time let me rub myself against the strong muscles of his thigh. Then, behind, I was wonderfully impaled, filled and taken by the man I loved.

I don't remember how long Mark kept up his digital stretching, but the next thing I was aware of was the tight coil of tension building in my stomach, one of the precursors of an orgasm that I knew meant I was going to lose it soon. Mark heard the change in my gasps and moans, and shifted his legs slightly, letting my clit rub directly against his thigh. I came quickly after that, moaning and calling his name softly while he supported me with his free hand.

When my climax had passed, he kissed my lips again. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked me, concern in his voice. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"I know that," I told him, stroking his face and looking him in the eye. "It's why I know you're the only person I trust with this."

I reached down under the water and wrapped my hand around his cock, which was still rock hard and thick. There was no way I was ready at that point. "What do we need to do?"

"Bend over the edge of the tub," Mark said, slipping out of the water and going to the medicine cabinet. Inside we had a few of the various toys we'd collected, but he came back with a large tube of lubricant. "This might feel cold after the bath water, I'm sorry about that."

"Well then," I teased, wiggling my bent over backside at him. "I guess you'll need to warm it up then."

Mark coated two of his fingers in the shiny, clear gel before capping it and setting the tube in the overflow area of the tub. It made sense, it was almost as warm as the bath water. "Okay, now look at the wall, and push back, see yourself opening up," he said.

I did as he asked, in my mind's eye imagining my ass opening up to allow him in. There was a moment of tightness, but suddenly both of his fingers were inside me, massaging my inner walls and filling me with delicious fullness. At the same time, his other hand continued to rub and massage my back, relaxing me and letting me feel calm and at peace.

Just when I thought I could actually feel my body start to rise again towards another climax, Mark pulled his fingers out. Getting out of the bath, he lay down on the thick faux fur rug that we use for catching drops and smeared another glistening dollop of lubricant on his cock, until it was shiny and ready. "You control your depth," he said simply.

I nodded and got out, making sure my feet were dry before squatting over top of him. I could feel my ass still wet and ready for him, and I took him in my hand, looking into his eyes. "I love you, Mark."

"I love you too, Sophie," he said, and I lowered myself down. It's one of the benefits of having a super-fit hitman as your fiancee, you get lots of exercise. My legs, which couldn't have supported the squatting position for very long before, gave me plenty of control as I felt the blunt spongy head of his cock push against my ass. It was bigger than his fingers, but it wasn’t too much for me, and except for a momentary twinge of pain, I guided myself down onto his cock in a smooth, amazingly sexy descent.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as my hips settled against Mark. I'd read about anal sex before. Hell, it's not exactly a subject that you go into blind nowadays. I'd read both the good and the bad, and all I can say is, the good paled in comparison to how I actually felt. It wasn't just the fact that I had Mark inside me in a way no man had ever been before. It was the look in his eyes, and the calm assurance in his face as he held my hips in his hands. There were no words to describe it.

"I'll go slow," Mark promised me as he lifted my hips up slightly before holding me there. He began to thrust, slowly at first, letting me feel the taboo pleasure make its way through my body as our eyes stayed gazing into each other. I swore I could see into Mark's soul, which was just as beautiful as it was tortured. Still, his love burned bright for me, and as his hips increased in pace, I could feel that burning start up again deep in my belly.