The Assignment - Part Three
As Priya and Marcus head out in public, their sexual attraction results in some fun and games
‘Beautiful,’ Marcus says, as I use my spare card to enter his room and he turns to look at me.
‘I should be. This cost you a fortune,’ I say, smiling at him.
‘Worth every single penny,’ he insists, sidling up to me and putting his hand on my hip before attempting to kiss me.
‘No,’ I say, putting my hand on his chest and smiling at him. ‘Much as I want to let you, you can’t have these lips or this mouth until later.
“You could always reapply your lipstick in the limo,’ he suggests, edging a little closer. I raise an eyebrow, and he backs away, which kills us both.
Since I left his room earlier, feeling womanly and sexy, having given him my virginity, I’ve been in complete prep-mode. There has been a stream of visitors to my room. Every inch of me has been waxed and moisturised; I’ve had my hair professionally styled, and my makeup — Marcus’s late wife’s brand, given I am the face of it — expertly applied. I even had help into the tight, little, revealing, backless halterneck red dress I am wearing, which has a slit so high up the side I’m not wearing anything underneath it.
I know that when these photos make the news tomorrow — and they will, because I’m going out in public with one of the most elusive billionaires in the world — my mum and dad will have a heart attack at the sight of me in this dress. Then my mum will have a flutter when she sees me with Marcus, because she fancies him too. Then she’ll worry that I’m letting him corrupt the good Indian girl I promised her I’d stay when I went into modelling. If only she knew…
Marcus steps back for another look at me, my waxed and moisturised brown skin shimmering in the light.
‘You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?’ I shake my head.
‘Are you going to be able to handle taking me out for a gala dinner and the theatre knowing that?’
‘Probably not,’ he admits.
The door knocks, and our security team gathers to take us downstairs. Marcus puts his arm around my waist and guides me to the door, neither of us making any attempt to hide from the security team that, in the last twenty-four hours, we’ve become a lot more than friends.
‘How are you feeling?’ he asks in the limo as we drive through Dubai towards our first stop of the evening. I know what he means, but I’m feeling playful. I have been since the moment I felt him inside me this afternoon. I turn and raise an eyebrow.
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean, have you recovered from this afternoon?’
I smile. ‘Is this your way of asking me if my body has recovered enough from losing my virginity this afternoon for you to have me naked in your bed again later?’ Marcus nods.
‘Sounds so much more civilised than asking if you’re still sore.’
I open my mouth and run my tongue over my teeth. ‘How long till we get there?’
‘Ten minutes, why?’ I uncross my legs and let the red silk of my dress fall on either side of my knees, exposing my legs, then whisper to him.
‘Why don’t you check for yourself?’
His eyes widen, and he presses a button, raising the privacy screen between us and the driver. Then his hand is on my inner thigh, gently pulling my legs apart immediately. I stare into his eyes as he slides his fingers upwards, then try not to react as they reach their destination. But I fail. I moan softly as his fingers find my clit, and I part my knees a little further.
‘Clearly not sore there,’ I mutter.
‘Clearly,’ he agrees. Then he slides his fingers downwards and slips one inside me. I shudder. ‘Okay, Priya?’
‘That’s one word for it, I say, as he gently introduces another. There is no pain. Quite the opposite, in fact. I reach for his wrist and hold it still before another finger finds its way into me, and I fall apart.
‘I need you to stop, I don’t want you to, but I need you to, or…’
“Or?’
I compose myself a little. ‘Or you will need to turn this car around and take me straight back to bed.’
‘We could do that,’ he teases, tugging his fingers against my G-spot.
I moan louder, then press his wrist, and he reluctantly removes his fingers from inside me. ‘You can have me later, I promise.’
‘All night?”
‘All night.’