27. Justine

We didn't head to his office after dropping Emma and Susie off at daycare like we usually do. Instead, he headed for the conference room, where even his grandfather was in attendance.

The room was packed, with people standing as well, which was odd. It looked like everyone who worked for the company in the different divisions was there, including Paul and Melanie, who did not look pleased to see me.

"Hello everyone, good you're all here." He walked me to the head of the table, where only one chair remained empty. I balked when he held the chair out for me but one look at his face told me now was not the time to fight him on this.

I sat in the chair knowing that all eyes were on me as he stood behind me with his hand on my shoulder. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet our new COO, my wife, Justine Devereaux."

‘Well, I tried to tell you so (Yes, I did)

But I guess you didn"t know

As the saddest story goes

Baby, now I got the flow

Cause I knew it from the start

Baby, when you broke my heart

That I had to come again

And show you that I"d win

You lied to me

All those times I said that I loved you

You lied to me

Yes, I tried; yes, I tried

You lied to me

Even though you knew I"d die for you

You lied to me

Yes, I cried; yes, I cried

Return of the Mack top of the world, Return of the Mack Watch my flow, Return of the Mack, here I go.'

Justice was in his own world, bopping around, and I was just stunned. But Marcus wasn't done yet. "You'll all answer to her as my right-hand woman. If you buy a paperclip, it has to be approved by her first."

"All Division heads will meet with her upon her request. If anyone has any issues, you can hand in your resignation effective immediately." I don't know why my eyes went to Paul and Melanie.

"No one? Fine, that'll be all for today; we'll meet back here next week once my wife has settled into her new position. I'm sure she'll have some new policies to put in place." This time, my eyes went to Monique the sneak.

I'd merely mentioned in passing some things I would've implemented at the company if I had any say. I had no idea she was collecting information for her boss. She had the nerve to look innocent.

We left the conference room first, holding hands and accepting congratulations. We went up in his private elevator as usual, but this time, instead of going to his office, he opened the door across from his on the other side of the hall.

I have an office. There were pictures from our honeymoon on the desk. One with just the two of us, one with me, him, and the girls. The office, if you can call it that, had a sitting area like his, but mine was more feminine.

Instead of the heavy dark furniture he liked, mine was heavier on white and lighter colors. "I love it, it's gorgeous. But how am I supposed to get any work done? I'll want to look out the window all day."

"Then do that. As long as you're right across the hall from me, I'm good."

I was almost certain he had just given me his father's old job. His grandfather was the CEO before his return, and I'm pretty sure this used to be his dad's title. I didn't ask, though, because I'm not quite sure how he would react. His father seems to be a touchy subject.

"Why are you taking off your jacket and tie?" I grinned and stepped back when he started stalking me. My juices were already flowing.

"Why do you think? We need to christen your office."

I looked back at the bank of windows surrounding my office, and although we were too high up for anyone from neighboring buildings to see us, I still felt a bit self-conscious.

That didn't last long, though, because Marcus has this way of making me forget everything else but him. It's the way he touches me, that focused look on his face when he looks at my body.

He slid my jacket off slowly and let it fall to the floor at my feet. I started to turn so he could unzip my sheath dress, but he ran his hand up my thigh instead and found my heat with his palm. "Is this why you had me wear this particular dress?"

"What do you think? I knew I'd want you as soon as we got here." So that's why he'd had me wear thigh-highs instead of stockings. I was wondering why he'd picked out my clothes today. He's been doing that a lot lately, but I have to say, he has great taste if a little bit expensive.

It's like he chooses things he thinks I should like, but I am too unsure of myself to choose. And he's never wrong. I stopped thinking when he pulled my panties off down my thighs, all the while walking me slowly back towards the couch.

I was afraid of tripping over my feet with my underwear around my ankles, but I need not have worried because he lifted me in his arms and took the last few feet to the couch before laying me back across it.

He pulled my ass to the edge of the couch and dove headfirst between my thighs. I jumped and yelped at the feel of his teeth biting into my thigh, and by the time he reached my pussy I was already about to cum.

How does he know my body so well? I've never liked any kind of pain or discomfort with lovemaking, but with him, it's different; I crave it. Or is this something new since I felt the pain of his cock spreading me open?

Ever since that first time, I ache for that burning pain only he can give me. Even when he forces me to take days off to heal, I find myself having to squeeze my thighs together throughout the day to ease the ache of wanting him.

I rested my hand on his head, holding him in place as he made love to me with his tongue. I bit my lip to keep my cries from escaping. "You can scream as loud as you want. The room is soundproof."

Well, that just released whatever bit of self-decency was holding me back, and I let go. I don't know how many times I came, but I knew I was ready when he dropped his pants and led his cock to my opening. "Hurry!"

Have you ever been fucked mid-cum? It's fucking mind-blowing. He slid that monster in slow and deep and I had tears in my eyes again. I didn't know that good loving could bring a woman to tears until now. It's like an involuntary action at this point.

He gripped my waist and worked me on and off his cock, only pulling out halfway each time before sliding back in, deeper and deeper with each stroke. I'm not sure what to call the noises I was making, but the place, the windows, the fact that there were people under us, all of it made my pussy so hot I could feel the heat of my juices as they flowed down to my ass.

My dress was hiked up around my waist, and now he decided he wanted to unzip me and pulled it down off my shoulders. I soon learned why when he pushed my bra up over my tits and bit into one of my nipples. "Oh shit, oh fuck." This room better be soundproof for real, or his entire staff just heard me cum.