Chapter 15 - Spread sheet.

Grabbing a bottle of red from the rack and a glass from the cupboard, I settled down on my sofa ready to watch 'Trenchcoat'.

Turning it to channel 10 some sit-com was on, it wasn't really my type of program but I watched it anyway.

At just after eight, they were introduced. My heart skipped as they came on stage. I felt like a giddy schoolgirl again. Watching how he gripped the microphone and how his long fingers reached around it. I could feel his hands on me again, touching my skin. Seeing how his lips moved reminded me of how soft they had been pressed into my neck, his mossy green eyes burned like lasers through my TV screen sending tingles into my underwear, but the biggest feeling I had, was pride. I was extremely proud, of all of them really. They sounded great and the fact they were doing it all for charity was just amazing.

The gig finished all too quickly for me and I pined for more of him when it ended. Within minutes my phone began to ring.

Incoming call - Marcus. Flashed up on the screen.

"Hey you!" I grinned like a pixie. "You were fantastic!"

"Hey!" He sounded happy; a bit out of breath and a little hoarse, which didn't help much with the pull in my lower belly.

Geesus, he sounded hot!

"You watched then?"

"Of course I bloody well did! It was awesome!"

"Ah...You're just trying to boost my ego again aren't you?" It sounded if he was grinning.

Oh yes, and more than your ego Marcus Perdy!

"You love it! Don't deny it!" I teased.

"Oh yeah? Says who?" He exhaled a long breath. He was smoking by the sounds of it.

"Says a good lady friend of yours, fantastic actress and a body to die for but I hear she has a weakness for cute vocalists. So I'm not sure how credible it is." I boosted my own ego to level it out a little and he was cute, so I wasn't lying.

"Oh yes! I know the one you mean. She wasn't acting all that well last night though, if I recall?"

Too fucking right I wasn't!

"Hmm. She maybe a better actress then you think?" I sipped my wine flirtatiously.

"Nah! I think I got her sussed. She's putty in my hands." He chuckled.

What wouldn't be putty in those delicious hands of his?

"Ah, I think you maybe right there. Those are indeed lethal hands." I confirmed.

"Look, I'm outta here soon and I was wondering if I could maybe come round?" His voice wavered up at the last word.

Shit!

I looked down at my slobbish clothes I had on, but my brain decided for me anyway. "Of course you can, missing me already huh?"

"You bet I am!" His voice sounded low and masculine which made my nether regions twitch again in response.

How did he do that just over the phone?

"I'll be about 45 minutes, traffic dependent."

"OK." My voice wavered a little and I was already on my feet. Up the stairs, on my way up to the shower.

Just in case, of course!

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My gate buzzer went off about an hour later. My heart skipped again.

Would it ever stop doing that?

Lifting the handset I saw him standing there, so I pressed the release button to let him through. I skipped to my door to wait for him there.

He was still wearing his stage clothes, and looked a little sweaty but sexy as hell as he met me at the door. I launched myself straight into his arms on tip toes and kissed him. As I clung to his damp neck as he picked me up and and carried me inside, closing the door with his foot behind him.

"Wow! Now that's a welcome!" He gave me a lopsided smirk with surprise in his eyes. "Sorry I'm late, traffic was bad coming out the venue." He placed me back down to the floor. "Forgiven." I grinned and bit my bottom lip drawing him in. Unable to resist, he picked me back up and scooped up my legs round him.

This was where I liked to be, wrapped around him.

His mouth found mine and his hands wandered finding my ass cheeks. He expelled a small whine into my mouth as he discovered that I wasn't wearing anything under my night shirt. I pulled back to see his reaction and a glint sparkled in my eyes as I saw his realization.

"Shit!" He groaned. "Ms Austen? I do believe you seem to be missing your underwear?" I felt his thumbs run lightly over my skin as he held me securely.

"That's not all I'm missing." I teased going in for the kill.

Oh yeah! Marcus Perdy, you're all mine!

Reclaiming his mouth I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the right, I needed to feel depth.

He must have been walking as we kissed, because when I opened them again we were up against the kitchen breakfast bar. He sat me upon it and broke the kiss.

"I need a shower before I ravish you Ms Austen!"

No way was he going anywhere but between my legs right now.

"Na-ah!" I growled. "Can't wait that long!"

My eyes fixated onto his, pleading him to take me; right there, right then. I bit my lip, which successfully tipped the scales in my favour. I had him right where I wanted him.

He flung off his shirt with gusto and I pulled his over his head. He simultaneously undid his jeans and he stepped down the back of his shoes releasing his feet from them. Shaking the denim free from his legs along with his boxers, his impressive length sprang free. Stepping forward he kissed me hard reaching behind to sweep my script and paperwork off the counter in one fouls swoop. I lowered myself down to the marble, feeling the cold surface against my back made me gasp. I bend up my knees as he grasped me by the hips, pulling me towards him with a hunger in his eyes.

Running his hands from my feet up past my knees they traveled fast up my to my thighs. He followed the path of his hands with his mouth, placing small kisses on my inner thighs before he finally found his goal. I cried out loud as he pleasured me with his tongue. I glanced down to see his eyes glinting up at me, the tables had turned just as quick because now he had me exactly where he wanted me. In heaven. His tongue danced as my heart pounded. My spine involuntary arched and I gripped the sides of the counter begging for some resistance. I was almost disappointed my end came so quickly, I was enjoying it far too much. Explosive spasms raged through my whole body over and over again, leaving me shamelessly convulsing on the marble.

"Fuck!" I breathed hard.

Retracing his path back up my thighs he chuckled greedily. After pulling me towards him some more, I heard the familiar rip of a small silver packet. Just as my composure felt earth, it took off again as he slid into me. He was careful not to hurt and started slowly, despite me being extremely ready. Small groans escaped his mouth as he rhythm steadied and gradually began to build. He cursed repeatedly feeling his delirium overshadow his self control. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Relaxing, I allowed him my body, to please him any way he saw fit. I watched his face as he floated away in his own small moment of paradise.

This man was beautiful in all ways possible. Was this really happening? On my own kitchen counter? Or was I on something harder than a few Valium?

His eyes screwed up and he yelled as he came. "Shit!" He growled through his teeth as I felt him pulse inside of me.

Pulling free he staggered back, knocking against the fridge. He held out his hand in the gentlemanly fashion to help me down. My legs felt wobbly too, I don't mind admitting. "Yep!" He panted, pulling me into his arms. "I was right about you the first time!"

"What's that?" I grinned.

"You are incredible!" He laughed smiling and sedate.

"Am I?" I strengthened my embrace, hugging him tighter. "I'm just me."

"Yes! You have no idea..." He puffed out a deep breath. "..and right now...it's time for that shower!" He bent low and scooped me up and within a heartbeat we were headed upstairs.

Oh shit! Again?!

A/N: Man he has some stamia! A gig and multiple sex sessions! Wonder where I could get one of them? Jen's a very lucky lady indeedy do!

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