Page 26 of Hooked on Marshall (Hooked #9)

I leave Lana in my office to work while I go about prepping for opening.

Since it’s a Tuesday, we start out pretty slow.

As much as I want to check on Lana, I force myself not to as often as I’d like.

Mostly because I don’t want to smother her.

And also so I don’t bend her over my desk and take her from behind.

Something that I’ve been thinking about since the moment we got here, and she bent over to pick up a pen she dropped.

When I let out a low growl, she froze. Then she looked back at me over her shoulder before shaking her fine ass at me.

That earned her a quick slap on said fine ass, then I had her in my arms for a delightfully hot kiss.

Just past one, she comes out of the back.

I finish serving my customers and walk over to where she’s waiting for me with a bright and beautiful smile on her face.

Since I’m dying to put my hands on her, I walk to the other side of the bar and slide my arm around her waist. She lifts her head for a kiss first. And I happily oblige her.

“Well? Do you have something for me, gorgeous?”

“I think so,” she giggles. “Take a look.”

I kiss her again first, then look at the paper she set on the bar. As soon as I see it, tears fill my eyes. Because I recognize the handwriting immediately.

“Oh, my God,” I breathe.

Somehow, she got a hold of Mark’s handwriting. Most likely from something in the office. And I always loved his penmanship because it was so unique. I called it consistently inconsistent. The shapes of the letters were always the same, but the variations in sizes made it look almost comical.

“Lana,” I choke out. “I love it.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” I nod as I pull her against my chest. “Really.”

“Good,” she sighs. “There was just something about Mark’s handwriting that called to me.”

“It’s perfect,” I tell her. “And I know my family will recognize it as his, too.”

She looks up and presses a soft kiss to my lips. I hum at the contact. When she pulls back, she gives me a crooked smile.

“So, I guess you’re okay with using this as the official script for the new name?”

“Absolutely.”

She lets out a quick hoot of delight. Then she kisses me again before disappearing back into the office.

When it’s time, I take a break and eat lunch with her, delighting in how much progress she’s making with the new menus.

She asks if there are any local businesses that could handle the signs on the building and the parking lot.

So, I go through Mark’s files until I find the invoice.

She starts to take it from me so she can call them, but I insist that she finish eating first.

“I can multi-task, you know,” she quips.

“I’m sure you can,” I nod. “But I came in here to eat with you, not watch you work.”

“Bossy,” she mutters.

“Careful,” I say in a low voice. “I might put you over my knee for a spanking.”

“Maybe I’d let you,” she fires back.

My cock hardens instantly at her response. And my palm itches to feel her under it. But not while she’s dressed.

“If I’m going to spank you, you’re going to be naked,” I say softly. “Then when your desire is leaking from your sweet pussy, I’d fuck you fast and hard from behind until you came all over me.”

“Jesus, Marshall,” she moans. “I could come just listening to you talk to me like that.”

Challenge accepted, gorgeous.

I rise quickly and shut the office door.

Sure, it’s usually open as is my policy, but I make sure my employees know that when it’s closed, it’s for a reason.

Normally, it’s a private conversation or phone call.

But right now, that reason is Lana. Her eyes are locked on me as I take my seat beside her.

The question is in her expression, so I put her out of her misery.

“Let’s test your theory,” I grin.

“Oh, my God,” she whispers.

“You like it when I talk dirty to you?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Do you want to come?”

“Right now?”

“Yes,” I say darkly.

“Please,” she whispers.

I slide closer, staying slightly behind her, and lean in so I can whisper in her ear. Taking care to make sure I don’t touch her. Because I’m going to give her what she wants. With only my words.

“I think I want you to help me close tonight,” I whisper.

“Then when we’re the only ones left here, I’m going to sit at my desk and watch you strip for me.

When you’re completely bared to me, you’re going to kneel between my legs and take my cock out.

I’m going to tangle my fingers in your hair and give you the best skull fuck of your life.

When you’ve swallowed every drop of my cum, like the good girl you are, I’ll return the favor. ”

She shivers at this, and her hands clench into fists on the table. So, I smile and keep going.

“You’ll lay on my desk and open wide for me.

Your pussy will already be wet, and I’m going to take my time tasting every inch of it.

I’m going to tongue your hole, lick every single fold, and suck your clit into my mouth.

You won’t be allowed to touch yourself or me.

You’re just going to lay there and take what I give you, however I give it to you. ”

She whispers my name as her eyes close and her head tilts back. I lean slightly closer, so my breath brushes the shell of her ear.

“When you’re trembling with need, I’ll kiss my way down your thighs and back.

Twice. Then I’ll lick your pussy some more as I finger fuck you.

Slowly. Your opening will be swollen by now and dripping wet.

So wet that your own body will prepare you so I can easily penetrate your ass, too.

I’m going to finger fuck both of your holes while I tongue your clit.

I’ll keep my pace slow and steady. In and out of your pussy and your ass while your clit throbs against my tongue.

When you finally come, it’s going to cover my face. ”

A pained groan leaves her, and she shudders again.

“While you're still riding your orgasm, I’m going to shove my cock inside you and fuck you hard and fast, so you keep coming. I’m going to own that sweet pussy of yours, Lana.

I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly you’ll never want another man.

Only me. Only my cock will pound into your pussy until I explode inside of you. ”

And that sends her over the edge. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close as she rides it out. When she goes limp, I kiss her cheek. She sighs heavily.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she says.

“Did you like it?”

“I loved it,” she smiles.

She turns her head for a kiss. But the moment is broken when her phone starts ringing. With a heavy sigh, she pulls back and picks it up. When she stiffens, I frown.

“I think it’s Jonas.”