Fifty Shades Of Black: An Erotic Romance by Sierra Darcey Page A

“It’s great to see so much of you outside of the work place,” he said smiling down at her legs, then he leaned in, “maybe I could see even more of you sometime?”
        Cherry stared at the floor, cursing herself for being so inept.  She wanted to slap him and tell him never in a million years will that ever happen you toad-faced baboon. 
         Marcus returned handing Cherilyn her drink with barely contained fury in his eyes.
         William leaned against the wall, “Cherry and I were having a private conversation, Marcus, I’m certain you have somewhere else to be?”
         “I’m certain I don’t.  In fact Miss Johnson and I were just going to speak with your uncle wasn’t that right Miss Johnson?
         “Yes, I’m sorry to leave but we have important business to discuss with him.” Cherry and Marcus walked quickly away.
         “What did he say to you?” Marcus spoke through gritted teeth.
         “Nothing.”
          Marcus grabbed her arm tightly and Cherry whirled around her eyes flashing anger. A deflated Marcus held up his hands in front of his chest. “I’m sorry.”
         Cherilyn took in a deep breath, “I’m sorry, too.”
         Marcus moved her into the coat room for a moment of privacy. “What did he say? I can see how upset you are, it’s killing me.”
         “He’s an idiot. You know he’s not worth getting upset over.”
         “Cherry , tell me.”
         She sighed, “He looked at my legs. He said he wanted to see more of me outside of work.”
         Marcus turned to leave, “I’m gonna kill that stupid son of a bitch.” Cherilyn held him back as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
         Stroking his face and kissing him, attempting to calm she said, “I appreciate you wanting to uphold my honor, but really, he’s not worth any of our time or thought or energy. Besides you’d lose your job for sure.”
         “It’d be worth it to wipe that smug smile off his face.” Marcus exhaled a deep breath put his arms around her and rested his head in the curve of her neck. To embrace her was a comfort to him. As he relaxed into her, he kissed her neck then moved up to her face and lips.
         Cherry tried to speak, “Marcus, I don’t think - ”
         “I don’t want you to think.”   His lips came crushing down on hers. He had missed this so much the past few days. His hands spread out over her body exploring, seeking, he couldn’t stop kissing her.  A passionate urgency overtook both of them. She removed his jacket as he reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties. She kicked off her shoes and grabbed for his belt. Looking into her face, Marcus wanted to say ‘I love you,’ but thought the timing inappropriate, so he was determined to show her instead.
         Cherry leaned back against the wall as Marcus lifted her up, wrapping her legs around him as he drove himself into her. Marcus loved to watch her face as he made love to her, moving steadily in and out and unable to hold back, his pace quickened. She bit her lip to keep quiet. He felt an overwhelming need to possess her, to make her his own. She grabbed his hips frantically pulling him into her.  Bracing himself against the wall and one arm holding onto her bottom, he continued thrusting and was praying no one walked in, but not really caring at this point if they did. It felt so good to be in her, he never wanted to leave this moment, but with each increasing stroke his desperate need for release intensified. When he heard Cherry cry out he couldn’t contain himself and gripping her tightly plunged himself deeply within her, letting his body give way the culmination of pleasure.
         Marcus left the coatroom first, Cherry left a few minutes later. Eventually they both went back to party pretending nothing had happened. Cherilyn did her best to appear professional and get through the evening. From the occasional smile