Perilous

Chapter 20

*Slightly shorter chapter than usual, next one won't be dw!* 

I lightly knocked on the door before entering, I'm sure Marshall knew it was me. He always does. 

"Come in!" He calls from the other side of the door. 

I opened the door and walked in watching as he gathered papers from his desk, putting them back into the right folders and back into the drawers. Putting all his attention on me. 

"Was just looking through some things, making sure they were right. " He said, with a light smile. 

"That's good." I say. 

I wasn't sure why we decided to meet here, to talk maybe? I know we needed to. We've only been focused on Jamal not really talking to each other. With a little affection here and there but I wanted more. Just to be sure he's mine and I'm his. 

"So.." I start, but he beat me to it. 

"I want to talk to you." He shortly says. 

My head started to race, thinking about all the complications that must've happened. Maybe Tristan wasn't yet to be informed on what happened. After all, Marshal tells me everything first now. I couldn't get my mind off not being able to get to Jamal and kill him. 

You'd never be able to kill him. My subconscious reminds me. 

I walked over to him, grabbed the chair and took a seat on the other side of the desk, directly in front of him. I crossed my legs and leaned back into the chair, all my attention on him. 

He probably saw the concerned look on my face. 

"Are you okay?" He asked. 

"Yeah, I just don't want it to be anything about Jamal." I said, placing one of my hands on my thighs. 

His lips slightly parted at my movement, his tongue coming out and slightly running over them. 

He leaned back on his chair, just looking at me with eyes squinted, studying me. 

"It's nothing like that, Amira." He lowly said, his face serious know.

He continued, "I've been controlling myself around you for a while now Amira and I don't think I can take it anymore." He breathed out looking down from my crossed legs all the way up to my finger thats slightly rested on the edge of my lip. 

What? 

He noticed the surprised look on my face and walked over to me, now he's slanted against his desk inches away from me. His hands are gripped tight on the edge of desk, showing off the long busted out veins on his arms. 

My breathing started to quicken, and I started to get bold. I need to know he's mine. That he wants me like I want him. 

"What are you going to do about it, Marshall?" I ask him, curious to what he is going to say. 

His chest is moving in and out quicker than it was a minute ago. His eyes darting into mine, not losing contact as he swiftly grabs my wrist then the back of my thigh with his other hand, picking me up and seating me on his lap. 

"Take you right here, right now, if you let me." he breathed into my ear. 

He gripped my waist harder, getting a moan out of me and having goosebumps appear all over my body. 

This made him more comfortable, knowing what I want. He began tugging at my shorts, teasing me while he kissed my neck slowly going lower and lower. 

I breathed out his name as my hands found their way under his shirt scratching his back. He quickly got off the desk and turned us around, laying me on the desk, hard. I let him come in-between my legs, his forearms holding him up so his body weight isn't suffocating me. My back began to arch as he pulled my shirt up and began to leave marks down my stomach.

"Amira, look at me." He ordered. 

The sound of his voice was enough for me to moan out again. 

I looked at him, obviously obeying him. He owned me in ways I didn't even know. 

He didn't lose eye contact with me as he slowly began to take my shorts off with his teeth then finally tugged them off in one swift movement with his hands. He gripped my thighs then ran his rough, big hands down my legs pushing them forward. 

"I want to taste you." 

Before I could even squirm at the thought of Marshall doing that, banging on the door began to be heard. 

"Are you fucking kidding me." He groaned and continued , "What the fuck do you want!" 

He was annoyed he couldn't finish and I couldn't help but be amused by this, even though I wanted it bad too. 

So fucking bad. 

"Sorry sir, but we have alarms on Jamals movement. Looks like he's moving out west." A soldiers voice boomed through the door. 

"Shit." He hissed. "Okay ill be out in a minute, go away!" he yelled out back. 

Marshall saw the look I held in my voice and looked at me with the smuggest smile I've yet to see on him. 

"Don't look at me like that, Amira." He said, smiling. 

"Like what?" I innocently asked. 

"Like you're not upset I couldn't eat you." 

I felt my face getting red and instantly looked down. 

"Oh come on girl, don't get shy now. You were just moaning out my name. Don't worry, we're finishing this later." He said as if there was no doubt in his mind. 

And honestly, I want it to carry on again. 

Lost in my thoughts, I finally heard Marshall calling out to me. He was already at the door. 

"Sorry, I wasn't listening. Yes?" I said looking over at him, still on the desk with my shorts off. 

"I bet," He said smirking at me, his ego taking over. 

He continued, "You coming?" 

My heart fluttered at how he still wants me to know everything going on. Im literally his second hand, partner almost. 

My heart raced at the thought of the both of us, together. 

I stumbled off the desk, putting my shorts on. "I'm coming." I sighed out. 

Before he opened the door he bent his head down to my ear, "Are you sure you're going to be able to walk with your panties that soaked?" 

A shiver went down my spine at his choice of words. 

"Are you going to be able to hide that bulge?" I striked back, casually. 

I opened the door for him and heard him laugh as he walked behind me. 

This is, nice. I thought to myself.