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  His for

  the Weekend

  by

  Marie Tuhart

  Copyright

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  His for the Weekend

  COPYRIGHT © 2012 by Marie Tuhart

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: [email protected]

  Cover Art by Angela Anderson

  The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

  PO Box 708

  Adams Basin, NY 14410-0708

  Visit us at www.thewilderroses.com

  Publishing History

  First Scarlet Rose Edition, March 2012

  Digital ISBN 978-1-61217-272-9

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  To my editor Trish, who always helps me make the book stronger and more emotional.

  To Nia, Isabel and April, without you this book wouldn’t be the book it is.

  PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

  Marie Tuhart

  QUICK SILVER RANCH: SADDLE UP

  “Another fantastic read by Marie Tuhart, the series just keeps getting better and better. I was worried my computer would combust as I kept reading.”

  ~ Sensual Reads

  “Saddle Up is an engaging novel with strong character development and a unique setting. Marie Tuhart masterfully turns up the heat as Angie fully submits to Jared in the bedroom. Nothing is off limits to this highly inventive and creative couple as they push their sexual boundaries with BDSM play, various sex toys and a onetime ménage.”

  ~ Blackravens Review

  QUICK SILVER RANCH: ROPED & READY

  “This story has something for everyone and will thrill readers looking for depth in their erotica story as Tuhart spends equal time on the physical and emotional sides of Becca and Tyler’s romance.”

  ~ RT Reviews

  Chapter One

  Cassie Adams marched into Marcus DeLuca’s office, her light purple shirt buttoned to the top and tucked into her black slacks. Her blue eyes flashed with displeasure, her golden brown hair now pulled back from her face in an uncomfortable-looking clip. And that was telling. Her hair had been down earlier and the first two buttons of her shirt undone. Now she was building up her defenses.

  Satisfaction washed through Marcus. His gift had the desired effect—her in his office. She’d waited until almost everyone was gone to lunch to confront him. Admit it or not, she was attracted to him or she’d want witnesses. “Good afternoon, Cassie.” He kept his tone even.

  “Don’t ‘good afternoon’ me, Marcus DeLuca. I’ve had enough. This has got to stop and stop now.”

  She stood before his desk, vibrating with anger. Or was it unfulfilled desire? More than likely, it was both.

  He’d picked his latest gifts to make sure she confronted him face-to-face. Leaning back in his executive leather chair to ease the pressure in his groin, he asked, “What’s got to stop?”

  A storm kicked up in those baby blues of hers and it took all his control not leap out of his chair and drag her into his arms. She did that to him—made him lose control—and he didn’t like it. Not one bit.

  “Don’t play games with me. The flowers, the notes, and the gifts. It stops now.” She all but stomped her foot in anger.

  The time for teasing was over. “I made my intentions clear two months ago. I told you then the gloves were coming off and I was going to pursue you until you gave in to our attraction.” But it was more than attraction, at least on his side. Inside, he wanted to get to know her better, to find out what made her tick, and to make her his.

  And if she told him eye-to-eye she wasn’t interested and to leave her alone, he’d respect her wishes, but so far, she hadn’t done that. And he didn’t think she would now. No, there was more between them. Sexual chemistry arched between them every time they were together and he wanted her like no other woman. She called to him on an elemental level.

  “Yes, but…” Her gaze dropped to her feet, a delicate flush covering her cheeks.

  Tenderness welled up in him, along with the need to take her into his arms and comfort her, but at the same time, the need to kiss her senseless until neither one of them had a single breath left.

  “I can’t take this anymore.” Her voice was whisper soft, but he heard the words as clear as if she had shouted them.

  His heart leaped—now he could prove to her there was more to him than a co-worker and give their relationship a chance. “What are you willing to give me?”

  Her head snapped up and she gnawed on her lip. “Twenty-four hours.”

  “Not enough. A hundred and twenty.”

  Her mouth opened then closed. Her gaze darted left, then right, before settling back on his face. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head. A good sign—she was willing to be his.

  “Too long. Forty-eight.”

  He stood and crossed over to her. He needed to be close to her as they negotiated. “Still not enough Ninety-six uninterrupted hours with you.”

  Her nose scrunched up and her lashes swept down, cutting off the view of her expressive eyes. “Sixty—six tonight until six Monday morning.”

  He noted the stubborn set to her chin. It wasn’t ideal, but he could do it. He would not fail in winning her over. Leaning close, he whispered, “I’ll take it.”

  She exhaled, lashes rising until she stared at him. “What are the ground rules?”

  “There are none.”

  Her eyes widened. Oh, yes, he had her now and he wasn’t letting go.

  “No barriers. No rules.”

  Her shoulders dipped, then straightened. She acted like she was preparing for a battle, but it would be a battle of sex. “All right, but when the sixty hours are done, we’re finished. I mean it. No flowers, no gifts, no mention of this weekend. Ever.”

  Without another word, she spun on her heels to walk out of his office.

  He was quick to cross the room. He captured her by the shoulders, bringing her to a halt. His lips brushed her ear and a shiver shook her. “Remember what I said at the party?”

  She didn’t answer him, but her swift intake of breath was the only answer he needed.

  “You belong to me.”

  “I belong to no man.”

  He slid his hands down her arms, past her clenched fists and encircled her waist, bringing her back flush against his chest, her breathing shallow.

  She didn’t struggle, not even when he tilted his hips, letting her know how much she aroused him.

  “You will belong to me. I promise.”

  She trembled in his hold. “For sixty hours only.” She wrenched herself from his embrace and turned her head to stare at him. “That’s all you’ll get, Marcus. That’s all it can be.”

  “Don’t bet on it.”

  “There is the sexual harassment law of twenty-twenty. You have to abide by it.”

  “If you file.”

  “I will, if you make one move toward me after our weekend.” Pivoting, she marched out of his office.

  ****

  What in God’s name had she done? Made a deal with the devil, that’s what. Cassie couldn’t stop shaking. Her pussy pulsed, her breasts tingled and her breathing was too shallow. And it wasn’t from fear. Only Marcus could make her this aroused without even trying.

  She’d confronted Marcus to g
et him to back off, not to agree to a no-holds-barred weekend. How did she let him talk her into it? Maybe talk wasn’t the right word. Negotiated was better. But darn it, she was the head of customer service, negotiation was her specialty. Yet she’d been outwitted on this one.

  Even now, her heart continued to pound and her pussy pulsed with unfulfilled excitement. But Marcus’ last words also sent a chill through her.

  She wouldn’t be his. She was not submissive like her mother—she was her own woman. The weekend would get him out of her system and that’s all she would allow. While it would put her in a vulnerable position with Marcus having control, she would still be on her guard. She wouldn’t leave herself open to whatever Marcus wanted to do to her, no matter how painful. No way—her mother was like that, but she wouldn’t give control to a man. Ever.

  He’d been a thorn in her side from day one, but over the last year the pain from the thorn had turned into unchecked desire and need. Not only did he keep her on her toes professionally, but mentally as well.

  Was it because her last relationship crashed right before Marcus started flirting with her? Or was it because she had engaged in the services within the company, Fantasies Inc.? Had Josh, the lead manager in the department, talked to Marcus about her fantasy? No, he wouldn’t do that—client confidentially was critical to their business.

  Damn, why was she spending so much time analyzing the whys? The whys didn’t matter. Not when her emotions were all over the place and she was having trouble regaining control.

  She strode into her office without even realizing how she got there. Settling back into her chair, she looked down at her desk.

  If there was one thing she loved, it was her job. Fantasies Incorporated was a company that specialized in making sexual fantasies come true, by any legal means. People paid handsomely for their indulgences.

  Since the Sexual Freedom Act, sex companies were no longer taboo. Fantasies Inc. paid well to have the best people working for them. And she was the best as far as customer service was concerned.

  And Marcus was the superman of Research and Development from everything she saw during departmental meetings. And Josh…the master of ménage from all the customer recommendations she’d received about his group.

  Her phone rang and she jumped. Her hand hitting the white box still sitting on her desk, she scowled at it as she picked up the receiver. “Cassie Adams, how may I help you?” she answered automatically.

  “Now there’s a loaded question.” Marcus’ whiskey smooth voice shimmered through her blood stream.

  She fought against the boneless feeling invading her being at the sound of his voice. “What do you want, Marcus.”

  “All business. I wanted to remind you to bring the present with you tonight.”

  Her gaze sought out the box still sitting on her desk, mocking her. Why hadn’t she taken it up to his office and given it back to him?

  “Umm, sure.” What else was she going to say? She was the one who’d agreed to the weekend.

  “Good. I can’t wait to try those nipple rings on you.”

  Before she could answer, he hung up. No. No. No. She wasn’t going to wear them. The teddy, yes. The rings, no way.

  But her nipples tightened in anticipation anyway. She wasn’t adverse to sexual play, but memories flooded her.

  A time when she was a teenager and exploring her own sexuality, she’d found a set of nipple rings in the bathroom. Since her parents were very open about sex…Her lashes drifted shut.

  Keep breathing. In and out. In and out. The memory of the pain flooded her. She hadn’t known they would hurt so much when she clipped them on. Fighting against the memory, Cassie breathed deeply until she regained control.

  She would keep her control this weekend, even if it killed her.

  ****

  By four in the afternoon, Cassie was holding on to her control by a thread.

  Since Marcus’ call, all she could think about was him and those damn nipple rings.

  Her gaze slid to the box still sitting on the corner of her desk. Unable to help herself, she opened the pristine white lid. Pushing the midnight blue teddy aside, she pulled out the smaller velvet box and opened it.

  She stared at the two gold nipple rings before pulling them out. Holding them in her palm, she admired the smooth feel of the metal and their light weight.

  These looked nothing like the ones she remembered from her teenage years. Those had been round but made of steel and they had little spikes on the inside. These were round and would easily slip on to her sensitive nipples, making them even harder than they were now. How would the gold feel against her skin? Her pussy tightened as moisture gathered. She could picture Marcus standing before her, his fingers playing with her breasts before he slipped the gold rings over her taunt nipples. Her breath caught in her throat.

  Stop this!

  Before she could put the rings back in their box, a click of the door captured her attention. Marcus stood with his back against the wood, an ultra satisfied grin on his face.

  “How…” She cleared her throat. “How long have you been standing there?”

  “Long enough.” He pushed away from the door and stalked toward her desk.

  Dropping the rings into their box, she shoved them back into the bigger box. “Is there something I can help you with?” She cursed silently the second the words left her mouth.

  Yep, his green eyes lit up at her words, taking them as an invitation.

  “Yes, there is something you can help me with.” He rounded her desk.

  Her pulse kicked up a notch. “Marcus.” She rose to her feet.

  “Put them on, Cassie.” His voice was low and firm, sending shivers up her spine.

  “Later.” Much later. Maybe never.

  His green eyes darkened. “Now.” This time there was steel in the command.

  Her hand hovered above the box, but the second she realized what was happening, she dropped her arm. She wasn’t like her mother—she wasn’t going to mindlessly obey a man. That wasn’t who she was.

  “Our time hasn’t begun yet.”

  Strong masculine hands closed over hers. His skin wasn’t soft, but rough enough to send shivers along her nerves and to remind her he was all man.

  “Put them on.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper that stroked her nerves like velvet fingers. “You know you want to. Think about how they will feel against your skin. How they will cause your nipples to harden and rub against your bra, making your breasts more sensitive. So when I take them into my mouth and suckle them, you’ll cry out with pleasure.”

  Cassie pried her hands from beneath his to grab the edge of her desk before her knees gave out. The images his words invoked caused her pussy to spasm and her nipples to tighten into hard buds. If he could do that to her now, how was she going to survive the weekend? Without saying a word, she watched Marcus lift the lid on the box.

  He cradled the smaller box in his large hands and it set off an earthquake inside her. How would those hands feel on her skin? In her hair? Stroking her pussy until she climaxed?

  His long fingers began to unfasten her blouse and Cassie opened her mouth to protest, but no words emerged. The heat from his skin seared hers, making her forget everything.

  Palms skimmed over her neck, to her shoulders, pushing her blouse down over her arms, trapping them against her sides and baring her lace-covered breasts to the cool office air. Her skin tingled at the light scraping of his skin against hers. But even as her breathing increased, she knew had to stop him. They were at work.

  “Marcus—”

  “So beautiful,” he whispered, his breath brushing her cheek. “I knew they’d be.”

  His palms covered her breasts and more heat exploded within her and she fought against moaning.

  The next thing she knew, he’d maneuvered her so her ass now rested against her desk, and his chest brushed her sensitive, fabric-covered breasts.

  “This is a bad idea.” Dear God, they w
ere in her office and anyone could walk in at any time. What was she thinking? She wasn’t, because her brain had short circuited the second he touched her.

  “Best idea I’ve had in a while.” With deft fingers, he undid the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts spilled out of the lacy cups.

  She started to raise her hand, but it was trapped by her clothing. “Stop, Marcus.” She tried to make her voice firm, but it came out soft and needy.

  “Do you mean that?” The rings rolled onto his palm and a metal twang echoed in her office.

  She wanted his hands on her bare breasts. She wanted him to caress them, to make her ache for his touch.

  “Let me tell you about these little beauties.” He leaned forward, his breath caressing her cheek. “I created these to give a woman pleasure. That’s why I love R&D, so I can create things for pleasure, both giving and receiving.”

  His thumb brushed over her right nipple, causing a tremor to sweep through her. Then he did the same to her left nipple. Her pussy clenched and her skin began to flush, hot with pleasure.

  “Marcus.” His green gaze clashed with hers. “Stop, now.”

  His gaze hardened, but he removed his hands from her breasts. She took a deep breath. She’d been so afraid he wouldn’t listen to her and that he’d do what he wanted, regardless of her wishes.

  Without a word, his gaze never leaving her face, he fastened her bra, slid her blouse back onto her shoulders and re-buttoned it.

  “Later, we’ll try these out.” He set the nipple rings back in their place. “Actually, I’ll take the box with me. I’ll see you at six.” He marched out of her office and Cassie collapsed in her chair.

  Oh, dear God. She raised a trembling hand to her chest. Marcus had listened to her. She wasn’t sure if she was happy or sad that he’d listened to her. Maybe both? But it wasn’t just him stopping when she asked—it was her reaction to his touch, the excited feeling of anticipation that swept through her when his skin touched hers.