Plot: Marcus Pike heads a highly efficient task force for many years now and his career is going up and up. She on the other hand is trying to organize her life from a trying ordeal when an unexpected event put her life on a spin again.
AN: Marcus Pike was a guest character in the show The Mentalist. To that person who didn't like the character. I get you. Don't read the story. No one asked you to come here. This is MY story and you don't have the right to tell me that it doesn't belong here.
Music: Blow Your Mind by Jamiroquai
WARNING: ADULT EXPLICIT SCENES
CHAPTER 12
You have got the arms I want to be wrapped in.
You have got the eyes I want to get lost in.
You have got the smile I can never resist.
You have got the voice I want to listen to for hours.
I decided on you.
I want you and only you.
~Lohearts
"Chief, someone's looking for you."
"Who?"
"She said she's Sasha Green."
Tessa looks up when Marcus moved slightly away from her. "Why is she here?" Marcus fished the earpiece from his pocket and put it in his ear again.
Paul shrugs. "She didn't say. She's outside."
"Work?"
With a frown he took a deep breath, "Kinda." His shoulders sag when she moved away from his arms.
"I guess I'll see about my friend. Is Mel done with his confession? Can I see him?"
"Paul?"
"He's still writing but it's okay to see him." Paul steps out. "Its this way, Miss Salvador."
"Oh, nice to meet you Paul but call me Tessa, please."
Paul was easily smitten; he had no chance with her charming smile. "Nice to meet you too, Tessa."
"I'll see you home, okay?" Marcus whispers to her before she walks away. Tessa nods with a gentle smile and gave his arm a squeeze.
With a smile Tessa nods to Paul as the man escorts her out but after a few steps something made her stop and look back. She got a whiff of a scent. That's the scent she had been hunting almost the whole night. It's here! Slowly she walks moving her head carefully, inhaling deeply when she would catch the faint fragrance.
She has no clue but there's something about the woman in green that caught Tessa's eye when she walks out of the room. She has never seen a woman as beautiful as her; the fabric of her evening dress seems to cling to every curve of her body. The deep front shows off her perfect breasts. Marcus steps out of the room, hands inside his pockets he has a light frown on his face as he and the woman talk. There was a low thump in Tessa's chest as she observes their interaction.
"Tessa?" Paul calls. He looked back but Tessa was not following him.
"Tessa?'
It was a little shocking to hear her own name spoken with such surprise and familiarity by someone she had never met before in her life. "Excuse me?" Tessa whispers; confused as the woman in green smiles at her direction. Silk whispering as she walks, the woman stops before her.
"You're Tessa." The woman gushed with a smile.
"Uh…yes?" Wide-eyed Tessa looks past the woman at Marcus who seemed to sport a deeper frown than before.
"Tessa, this is Sasha Green." Marcus came to Tessa's side. He places a hand around her waist.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Green."
The woman smiled even more. "The pleasure is mine, my dear." She gave Marcus a glance. "I feel like I know you already."
"Have we met before?" Tessa frowns and looks up at Marcus in confusion.
"No, but Marcus has mentioned you."
"Is that so?" Tessa stands very still.
"You're a lucky girl."
"Oh…thanks. It's nice to meet you. Please excuse me. It's getting late. I need to check on Mel." She turns to Marcus.
"Okay."
"I hope we meet again, Tessa."
"Yes." Tessa froze at the kiss the woman gave her on the cheek. "Excuse me." Tessa immediately turns around and went ahead of Paul. It's the carrier of the scent; the perfume that was on Marcus's jacket. It was standing before her, wearing a green satin dress.
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"I thought you forgot about me. Hug!" Mel pouts as he extends his arms to Tessa. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She shrugs and grudgingly steps into his embrace.
"I'm sorry, gurl."
"Grow up will you?" Tessa slaps him on the arm.
Paul smirks when Mel opens his arms wide. "I'm like Peter Pan, baby."
Tessa gave him a deadpan expression as she shakes her head. "Listen Peter Pan, I need you to come with me to talk to the auction organizers."
"What? Why?"
"Just come with me, okay? Remember, I'm trying to fix the mess you made!"
Mel pouts again. "Fine. I'll come."
"Just let me finish this and then we go, okay?"
Mel raised his feet to the other chair and leaned back. "Okay."
"Paul, can I use a computer?"
"At the main room. Why?" Paul is a keen observer. He was thinking of the interaction that happened between Tessa and Sasha. Tessa's actions have changed after she met Sasha. She seemed to move stiffly….shit! The boss and that Ms. Green. Damn it, chief!
"I need to do some research."
"Okay. Let's ask the chief for clearance. Come with me."
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Sasha looks beyond the closed door, "Did you tell her?"
Marcus sighed loudly. He stopped just in time before he messes up his hair. "I don't need to. Tessa's power of observation is superb. She's figured you out already."
"Oh shit. This is not good." Sasha covers her mouth in shock. "And you haven't done it…why?"
"Sasha, she's not that kind of woman and it's not about me. I want it to happen naturally. There is no rush."
"I guess so. But you're serious about her, right?" A sigh is the only answer she got from Marcus. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I was just excited to meet…" Sasha bites her lip.
"It's been done." Marcus straightened from his seat on the table when the door opens a crack and Paul enters. "Yes?"
"Chief, could you approve an equipment use?"
"What for?"
"Tessa needs it."
Marcus moves to the door and opens it wider. Tessa blinks up at him. "Tessa? Hi, what do you need it for?"
She flicks a glance at the other person inside the room. "I need to do some quick research."
"Why?"
"I wanna pay you back for saving me out there."
Marcus was a little confused and he was right; Tessa got wind of something. She's back to guarded mode again. Shit. Why does he always suffer a setback when it comes to getting things ironed out with her? "You don't have to."
"You wanna explain why you bought a person for two million?"
"She has a good point, chief." Paul looks at Tessa admiringly.
Tessa sighs and looks around at the room. "I just need a computer I can use."
"To do what?"
-o0o-
"Oh, come in and have a seat please!" The auction manager has a big smile as he ushers Marcus, Tessa and Mel inside his temporary second floor office in the gallery. The man clasps his hands in anticipation. "I assume you're here to pay the bid?"
"I am filing a complaint."
"Excuse me?"
"On the auction that I was entered into."
"What is the problem?"
"I was not a willing participant in the auction. I have not been made aware that my name had been registered. This is illegal and therefore the bidding is null and void. I will cite you these articles…" Tessa shows the man the laptop.
"But Mr. Gonzales entered your name…"
Tessa slides a piece of paper on the desk. "This is Mr. Gonzales's signed confession stating that he and only he had the notion to enter me into the auction. His reason was that he was upset at me, his friend, for being incommunicado for two years and this was his payback to me."
"It was just a prank. I'm sorry." Mel gave the man his best repentant face.
"I have not entered into a contract by your auction company to participate, is that correct?"
"That is correct." The auctioneer is visibly nervous.
"Therefore, since I have been auctioned off without my consent then this transaction is null and void."
"Why didn't you stop the bidding?"
"And cause a commotion and scandal? Be thankful that I have not done so. If you want I can call someone from the police station."
"Police station?"
"Would you like me to? That can be arranged…." Tessa let the statement hang with a tilt of her head.
The man shakes his hand to stop her. "Ah, no. That won't be necessary. We will cancel the bid and it would be deemed null and void. Mr. Pike or the agency he is connected or represent with is not obligated to pay the winning amount. Furthermore you have our deepest apology, Miss Salvador."
-o0o-
"What are they doing?" Tessa was referring to the people smiling, clapping quietly and sometimes giving her a chef's kiss. They have finished the meeting faster and easier than Tessa had anticipated. She thought that she would meet more resistance from the auction house.
"You were badass." Marcus wanted to pick her up and give her a big hug but the 'Tessa from before she met Sasha' has retreated into the guarded Tessa in front of him.
"Why?"
"You handed the auction house their ass."
"How did they know?"
Marcus taps his ear. "They eavesdrop." He removes his earpiece and pockets it. "Why didn't you tell me?" Tessa opens her hands in question. "Your law background."
"Who told you?"
"At the auction."
"Oh." Tessa runs a worried hand on her forehead. "I forgot that. Was that important?"
"It is now."
"No, it isn't."
"You are a fucking lawyer. Why?"
"Just drop it. Please."
"Okay. It's dropped." Marcus lifts his hands in agreement. "So, how about some dinner?"
Mel gives Tessa a vigorous nod when she glances his way. "I actually want to go home. I'm tired and I just want to burn these shoes."
"Do you want me to take you home?" Marcus asks softly. He takes her hand and runs his thumb on the soft palm.
She nods as she wraps her fingers around him. "Yes please."
For a moment Marcus was worried that she'll say Mel would take her home. "Let me just talk to my staff and we'll go." Marcus puts the earpiece back and spoke to it. One by one the staff enters the room where Mel was in earlier. Tessa returns the smiles and wave of goodbye of some of the female staff. Marcus enters last after glancing at her.
When Tessa and Mel were the only left in the gallery Mel turns to his friend. "Gurl, listen. Don't let this day pass without banging that guy, hear me?"
"Mel…" Tessa whines in protest.
"He's so into you."
"Yeah, right."
"Think: if he isn't into you why couldn't he stop touching you? What did I say earlier? Stop overthinking!" Mel whispers urgently. "Hash out things with Mr. Gorgeous but damn it, woman, fuck the guy!' With a laugh Tessa lays her forehead in the middle of Mel's chest. "Okay? Promise me you'd get laid tonight?" Mel said in a low voice.
Tessa chuckles; blushing. "Okay! I will. I promise."
"Tessa?"
"Yes?" Tessa's smile faded as they turn to the voice of Sasha; the woman is, as beautiful as ever, smiles at the two of them. Tessa straightens and fixes her hair a little. "Uh, let me introduce you to my best friend Mel Gonzales. This is Ms. Sasha Green."
"Hi. Nice to meet you. May I borrow your friend for a moment, Mr. Gonzales?"
"Sure. Nice to meet you as well, Ms. Green." Tessa had to send a warning look at Mel but he ignores it. "I'll just be here. Holler if you need me." He gave the other woman a saucy eye before moving a little a ways where he pretends to admire a painting.
"Do you want us to talk in private?"
Shit. "Oh. Yes. Is that okay?"
"Yes, lead the way."
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Paul had exited from another room and suddenly his antenna begins buzzing. Trouble. Shit, he thought as the two women head to the room where Tessa and Marcus talked. The chief is in another room briefing the staff while Paul takes care of 'paperwork' which is more about analyzing the information they gathered about the presence of the courier and his activities. The former lawyer turned agent quietly but quickly approach the room. He positions himself on the other side of the door, near the doorknob.
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"This is hard." Sasha smiles uncertainly now that they are in the room. Sasha stands a little ways behind the door while Tessa went to the where the black equipment boxes were stacked. "I don't know where to begin."
"This is about Marcus."
Sasha took a deep breath. Marcus is right. The other woman kinda scared her. "Uh..yes."
Tessa looks down and clasps the satin evening purse. "Do you want to tell me to stay away from him?" she looks up at the woman across from her.
"Oh! No! No. It's not that..." Sasha takes a deep breath when Tessa frowns in confusion.
"I don't get it."
"It wasn't serious." If she could only take back her words Sasha thought when the woman's frown smoothens in understanding.
"I see."
Sasha knows she is fucking this up but she doesn't know what to do next. This was a mistake. "Tessa, he likes you very much."
"And yet..."
"That's why I'm telling you. He likes you. Please don't be angry at him..."
"I think our talk is finished."
"Tessa, he needs you."
"Why is it that he was more comfortable telling these to you than to me?" Tessa's attention goes to the door at the familiar rap.
"Tessa?" Marcus's smile was replaced with a guarded look when he saw Sasha in the room with her. "What's this?"
"Just girl talk." Sasha shrugs.
"Uh, okay." Marcus tilts his head to Tessa. "Ready to go home?"
"Yes." Tessa stops a few steps to the door. "I will take your advice into consideration, Ms. Green. Good night." To Marcus, "Let's go home." Tessa walks to the door but she ignores the hand that Marcus held out to her. Marcus looks back at Sasha and gave her a glower.
"Bestie!" Mel glances at the two as he walks over. "You okay?" he looks at his friend carefully as he stops in front of the tense looking pair.
Tessa opens her purse and took out the gold chain attached to the purse so she could hold the clutch hands-free. Thank goodness she listened to that salesgirl from the store. "I'm okay. Mel, I'll go home now. Go back to the party."
"Are you sure?" Head tilted, Mel holds her at arm's length.
"Yeah. I'm sure but please don't drink too much, okay?"
"I can't promise, baby. The night is young and I'm very thirsty. Hey…" Mel whispers to her ear. "Call me tomorrow and don't forget the 'you know what I mean', okay?" He pouts after she rolls her eyes on him.
"Yeah. Okay." She and Mel exchange kisses on the cheek.
"Please take care of my friend. She's my sister from another mother." Mel looks at Marcus while giving Tessa a tight hug. "She's all I got."
Marcus returns the grin. "She'll be safe. Don't worry." Marcus and Mel briefly shake hands.
"Bye gurl. I'm off!" Mel almost ran to the door with a wide smile on his face. He gave Tessa a flying kiss before opening the door. The noise and music from the party spilled inside the room.
It would be a relief to escape the room but before Tessa had a chance to release her breath Marcus blocks her way. "Tessa, would you first come with me to my office?" He reaches out to hold and slide his hands along her arms.
"Why?"
"I just wanna show you something."
"Okay." Tessa took the arm he offers, "Uh, I thought we're going to your office?" Instead of going back in the gallery Marcus goes to the door and ushers her out.
"My office isn't here." The man says as they try to avoid the revelers that are still partying in the gallery. They had to walk in file along the wall. People whirl and spin and jump up and down to the flashing lights and loud music blasting from speakers.
Tessa holds Marcus's hand he holds out to her behind him. She grasps it tight lest they get separated. The two of them had to walk slowly as more people arrive and the ballroom gets a lot of more crowded and noisier. At times they have to go around groups of people who are huddled at the wall. There are so many fucking guests. They have to pause to let a long train of rowdy people pass who are doing some sort of dance game. They all look drunk and maybe high on something.
"Traffic!" Marcus turns to Tessa with a smile when she leans on his back. Suddenly Marcus shivers; Tessa slides her hand around his waist. Tessa smiles against his back when the man didn't resist as she pulls him towards her. The man grunts in surprise as her fingers crept inside the front of his white shirt and caressed the firm flesh there. Glancing up at his broad back Tessa bites her lip as she lowers her hand some more down to the edge of Marcus's belt.
Tessa's heart beats fast, in tandem, like his. She closes her eyes as her hand become bolder. Marcus almost grips her left hand as soon as her right hand makes its way deeper down in his pants. He let go of her other hand as she brings it in front of him to keep him close to her. He runs his hand along her forearm. She begins sliding up his white shirt to reach the top of his boxers. Every move of her fingers makes him impatient and breathless yet Marcus resists the urge to help her reach her goal. She hasn't arrived at her target yet but he's already rock hard.
He involuntary groaned. Her warm hand glides on the fabric of the boxers. Shit. He momentarily closes his eyes when her right hand wrapped around his hardness.
He pulls her hands out of his pants and turns around. She looks up at him, her breathing shallow, a touch of blush on her cheeks. She nods to him and pulls his head down to hers. The kiss was the first one she offers to him, this time he was the one who pulls her tight to him. When their lips part he took Tessa's hand again and he led her far away from the thick of the crowd until there were barely people around the huge building.
After Marcus and his team arrived at the gallery he and his people have studied the floor plans of the entire building including where the security cameras are. Marcus looks up to check if the cameras are on in this area are still off. They were. The cameras are only for show but this isn't an important area. From his jacket pocket took a card which he swipes on a security lock which beeps and he pushes the door open.
The door locks automatically after Marcus pushed it closed. Tessa pulls Marcus to her for another kiss not minding the semi-darkness. His hand blindly reaches for the switch behind him and a small light turns on. The room stores extra panels and dividers where a painting or artwork could be hanged. Metal shelves contains décor, curtains, vases, chairs, couches, padded benches just like the ones in the ladies room, ottomans and fake plants.
Marcus lifts Tessa when her arms went around his neck. She wraps her legs around him as he carries her to the short distance to two large tuffed ottomans by the side of the wall. When he saw the ottoman a few days ago as he was doing an inspection he had an involuntary image of him and Tessa in it. He shook his head then because that would be a preposterous idea. The idea wasn't absurd right now.
Tessa gasps quietly at the lips that were hungrily kissing her neck and the top of her shoulder. His hands went behind the deep V cut in the back of her dress and slip the front of her dress down. He had wanted to do that in the other room earlier. Without pause his lips travels down to the soft and creamy skin. Tessa reaches behind her to tug down the zipper which parts the dress easily and she slid her arms out of it. Marcus got a glimpse of creamy skin and dark pink nipples.
For a moment the room spins as Marcus turns taking her with him and sits on the ottoman with her legs twined tight around his hips.
Eyes closed Tessa's head drops back as Marcus took a breast in his hand; the heat coming from his mouth when it meets her breast made her gasp in shock. Her back arches to him as this tongue flicks at the nipple he trapped in his mouth. Cool air bathes the nipple as he lets go making the nub harder and he came back to trap it again sucking on it, wetting it well as his tongue rolls and laps the small bud.
Tessa's legs wound tighter around him and she pushes herself closer to his hardness. Under the lace and lame' skirt he runs his hand along her silky thigh. He moves her an inch away seeking a little space so he could touch her there. The wetness from her made the silky fabric even slicker. The soft mewls she made as he gently runs his thumb in small circles around her silk covered clit only made his hard on even more stiff.
His lips on her breast coupled with the fingers he slid inside her earns him a long drawn out moan from Tessa. She grasps his shoulder and neck; her hips begin moving to the rhythm of his hand, her slick walls slides around his fingers. With a loud gasp Tessa arches her back panting and groaning, her entire body stiff in the pleasure he gives her. "Marc….us!" his name was the first word she uttered since they left that chaos of a party. Marcus wants to hear her say it this way from this day on. He could hear the fast throb of her heart and her harsh breath against his ear, his head in between her breast as she rides the climax of her orgasm. Beautiful sounds. Music to his ears.
When she slowly went limp Marcus cradles her in his arms, he rests her head on his shoulder until her breathing returns to normal.
"Marcus…" her whisper was weak but she sounds blissful.
He gave her a kiss on the head. "Are you okay?"
She nods to his question as she puts her arm around his waist. "More than okay." He could hear a smile in her voice. "But this office of yours needs a bed…."
"Yeah. That's what's missing." Marcus whispers as their chuckle fade and he leans to the wall. Tessa seems to be comfortable right where she's positioned, straddling him. "Tessa…"
"Hmm?"
"Why?"
Tessa sighs; she knows what the 'why' means. "Mel."
"Excuse me?" Marcus frowns.
Tessa rises from his arms and faces him. She cups his face tenderly giving him soft kisses on the lips. "He might be so atrocious and scandalous now and again but Mel is right. No more over thinking. Fuck the past and fuck baseless fear because I don't want to regret a chance of happiness." She caresses Marcus's face. "Happiness is here. That is all that's important."
Marcus is a little overwhelmed and joyful at her words. "I've never felt such fear when I saw you up there. The numbers keep escalating but I only have one weapon to use." Tessa's eyes widen as she realizes what Marcus said. He lays his head in between the softness of her breasts again. Her arms wraps around him. "When I won the bidding I was kind of dreading this meeting when I stepped out to claim you. In my mind I kept making up stories and alibis even the 'analyst for a tech company' but I crossed them all out." Marcus looks up her.
"What you do isn't important right now as long as you're not a serial killer…" Marcus burst into a soft laugh. Tessa smirks, "…obviously you're not." Tessa took another deep breath. "I missed you."
"I missed you badly." Her eyes mists at his words. "I'm really sorry I made you worry. It won't happen again. I love you, Tessa." Yes, it felt good to say those words.
"And I love you." She whispers against his lips but her hands are unbuckling him.
"Tessa…"
"Shh…be quiet, Mr. Pike." She places a finger against his lips. Marcus smiles, he got hard again with that whisper.
"Yes ma'am." Marcus couldn't take his eyes off of Tessa in her semi-naked state as she leans down to unzip him. Marcus laces his hands behind his head waiting on her pleasure to pleasure him. She bites her lip as she runs her hand under his shirt that her restless hands had pulled out of his pants in the throes of her ecstasy. "I love the way you come." He chuckles as she blushes all the way down to her breasts. "You are so beautiful…" Marcus whispers, running the back of his hand on the side of her breast. "Tessa, let's go home."
"I agree." She bends down to land some kisses on his abdomen caressing the light hairs feathering the soft skin there. "I want to take you where it would only be us."
Marcus chuckles. "Stop talking like that or…"
"You'll fuck me here?"
Marcus couldn't help but get turned on. "Stop Tessa…"
"Give me one more kiss and we'll save the rest later."
"I like your plan but you have teased me enough and you have to pay…"
"I know." With an inviting smile Tessa pulls him over to her. He settles between her legs while their lips meet again. His hand travels on her silky thigh under the lace and lame'. She lifts her hip up so he could pull down the black lace from her hips; it fell on the floor with nary a whisper.
Her breath became shaky as Marcus' dark head went between her legs and his tongue gave her wet core and, aching junction, a slow swipe. "My God…." She arched her back, mouth open when the slow pass of his tongue became more firm; pressing the pleasure centers of her pussy into an aching delirium. "Fucking hell…." she groans, her hands grip the lame skirt. She could only manage to whimper as Marcus invaded her with his tongue and moved in there. Both hands grab her thighs to steady and keep her where he wants her.
Then as soon as she thought he's going to drive her insane with his mouth and tongue he stops to unbuckle and unzip his pants. "Oh gods…" she went wide eyed after he pulls down his slacks and boxer briefs.
"Are you sure?" he asks, kissing a knee which is still quivering from his assault.
"Yes." Her eyes and her open arms beckon him to her and he willingly went to them but to arrive in their comfort he took the long path by planting hot kisses on her skin beginning with the knee in front of him. Once more he dispenses the pleasure that only he could give her. She closes her eyes as his lips went deeper in her thighs. His tongue and lips knowing how hard or slow he could play her, where she would gasp and when she's ready for him.
He enters her carefully not sure if she's been with a man or not before him. He moves slowly in and out of her entrance going deeper every time he comes back. Tessa feels she's going to go out her mind but he feels wonderful. Her breath was taken from her as she opens her own to his brown eyes. He had done his best to prepare her for him then in one swift move he slid the hot shaft all the way in.
Tessa didn't want to wrap her legs around his hips; she wants to feel him slamming that long thick cock right up into her open legs, which he opened up some more. Marcus seemed tireless; his hip's rhythmic movements sometimes vary to make her cry out. When she came, Marcus lowered himself to dig in deeper into her, hips grinding into her. Tessa's back arched up in extreme pleasure as he took a breast in his mouth and sucked hard. This time she wrapped her legs around him high up to feel the man more.
"I wanna fuck you from behind…" he whispers harshly to her ear. With her knees still quivering from her release Tessa eagerly assumed the position and she didn't have to wait long for him to bury him into her again. The man hissed in pleasure. "So tight…you're so fucking tight!" he grunted as he grabs a breast, rolling the nipple in between the junction of his fingers. "Yes, come again for me….come…I want to fuck you again and again …oh gods!" he groaned as she closed tight around his shaft. He draws out the pleasure in the slow flick of his hips and in the way he varies the angle of his slide.
"More…" she groaned out and she lost her mind when Marcus lifts a leg to elevate himself in her as the steady in and out of his shaft hits parts of her anatomy she didn't know could make her come. He held back but when she said "Come in me. Come in me!' he let go. She was almost limp in spent pleasure when Marcus began slamming his hips much harder in her he reached down and rubbed his fingers on her clit which triggered another climax the same time he came.
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