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He responds with a smile and whisks me away in another direction. First, he introduces me to the receptionist. He tells me, if I decide to take the job, she will double as my assistant and second in command. The woman is very pleasant and seems like someone I can get along with, so that’s a plus already.
“All of these people work diligently to come up with the best marketing strategies and ideas for bringing in customers.”
He speaks as we walk around the room. Everyone is ridiculously hard at work; on the phones, searching through the internet, writing down notes on their notepads. Theybarely even stop to notice me.
“I like to keep things modern. Well, depending on which cars we’re focusing on. Mostly Bugattis, Bentleys, muscle cars, and cars hard to get your hands on. I have a dealer I work with who gets these cars to me before anyone else even has a chance to lay an eye on them.”
“Wow,” I say. “You must be a very important and respected man.”
Again, he only responds with a smile. His hand is placed on my lower back now, as he leads me into the conference room. There's a large projection screen at the front, and chairs placed around a large oval table.
It's quiet here. It's very chill, but I can tell a lot goes down inside these walls. A lot goes down as a marketer period, but working for a man like Marc, I'm sure things get heated from time to time.
“This is where the magic is made,” he says, taking a seat at the head of the room. “We come here to present ideas. Talk about events. Brainstorm custom cars for clients. Everything, basically.”
I take my time making my way toward him. I'm trying to get a better feel for my position here, should I decide to take Kyle’s spot. Every step of the way, Marc has his eyes on me. He's staring at me so hard, I can almost feel the heat rising from between his legs.
“So, what do you think?” he asks as I brush by him, my hands gently trailing his shoulders from behind. “You know the business, you have the experience. Do you think Lux and Loaded is a place you can see yourself?”
“I love the layout. The people here are all nice. I'm already head over heels with this conference room, it reminds me of my first gig. I got into some nasty debates with employees who had been with the company for years, but I prevailed. I loved the thrill of it all.”
I take one last look around the room and nod my head because I already know I'll love it here even more. Not only because I'm a competitive marketer, but also because of Marc.
“I’m interested in working here.” I give him the okay. “But not if it means kicking Kyle out of spot. I don’t want to have any problems with him or make him feel like I'm coming in between you and his relationship.”
Marc quickly jumps to his feet and approaches me with a large smile on his face. He’s standing so close to me I think he’ll finally put me out of my misery and kiss me.
“You won’t have any issues with Kyle,” he says. “I’ll see to that.”
“Okay. Then, I guess I will accept.”
Him looking down at me while I look up at him has me hot. The throbbing between my thighs feels like a drum, one that I want Marc to beat like the tune of his favorite song. He feels it too. I know because instead of leading the way out of the conference room, he leads me into a room inside the conference room. One where he sits to watch the debates without being seen.
“I come here sometimes for privacy,” he says, while closing the door behind us.
I don’t say a word, but my eyes do. They draw him into me for the sloppiest French kiss I've ever placed on a man. No words are needed. We both want what we want and there's no one here to stop us.
“We have to be quick. Before someone comes looking for me,” he says, while savagely unbuttoning my blouse.
With my breasts exposed, he lifts me onto the table behind us and unbuttons his pants. My eyes fixate on the already erect rod of gold the slips from his underwear. It's beautiful, and bigger than I've had yet. But I want it more than anything.
He enters me, making me gasp and wrap my arms tightly around his neck. His back is so large I can barely get a good grip. But I don’t need to. Marc is strong enough to hold me in whatever position he wants me, and like a damsel in distress, I really like him.
His thrust starts off slowly and smoothly. But turn faster and like a roaring thunder the wetter I get. He has me completely open and wanting all of him. My moans are loud, but not loud enough to be heard outside of the conference room walls. At least, I hope they aren’t.
He fucks me so good I almost forget that I'm not a virgin. My body has never been handled the way he’s handling me right now. I've never been so wet and craving more of a pounding than I am with Marc.
“Oh yeah!” I moan and scratch at the back of his shirt. “Just like that!”
His ass cheeks are like steel and feel good against the heels of my feet. His chest is strongly pressed against mine, making my nipples even harder. They beg for his attention with each of his strokes and when he realizes this, he leans down and takes one into his mouth.
“I’m about to explode.” He groans but keeps suckling my breast. “Oh fuck!”
“Yeah! Give it to me,” I yelp. “Please don’t stop.”
Marc's hard manhood reaches my G-spot and makes me do something I never knew was possible for me. I think he’s just as shocked as I am because even though he cums at the same time as I do, he doesn't neglect the fact that he made me squirt.
“Mm, experienced here too I see,” he says, resting against me while he’s still inside.
