Home Alone With Mark
Gray
Mark guides me up the stairs, he holds me close to him, and I can smell his delicious scent. The house is dark, except for the upstairs hallway. He guides me to my room and we enter. He switches on the light, and he walks me toward my bed, but stops.
He starts looking around while holding me. “Mmm. Your room has changed quite a bit,” he says, more to himself than to me.
“That is because I’m grown.” I giggle.
“Stand here for me,” he says with a disappointed look on his face, and he searches around my room. “Where are your t-shirts?” he asks.
“In my drawer,” I say, pointing to the drawers. He grabs a shirt from the dresser I pointed out and returns to me, and licks his lips.
“I’m going to take your dress off,” he says, looking me in the eyes as to reassure me that nothing will happen and that I can trust him.
I giggle as I place my hands on his chest to keep my balance. “Mark Stern is going to undress me,” I say as I let out a chuckle.
“Gray, allow me to help. This doesn’t mean anything, you are drunk,” he says with a serious tone in his voice and his expression.
“Fine,” I say. He grips the ends of my dress, and his fingertips graze my skin. I take in a sharp breath as his face is only inches away from mine. His eyes are locked on mine. He slowly lifts my dress. The next thing I know is that my dress is off, I’m left in my black lace bra and lace thong, with my heels.
“Um?” Mark says, not sure where to look, but he turns his head away and closes his eyes. “Do I need to unclasp your bra?” he asks, hoping that I will say no. I unclasp my bra and toss it onto the bed behind me.
“T-shirt,” I say.
“Right,” he says as he takes the T-shirt from the bed and hands it to me while he still looks away. I put it on.
“You can look now,” I say as he slowly looks my way, but his eyes linger on my breasts, which are covered. I lean in and I press my lips to his. He tenses.
As I pull away, he crashes his lips back onto mine, his hands roaming my body as if they have a mind of their own. I feel drunk on his kiss, the alcohol at the club earlier is like water compared to his kiss. He pulls me towards him and lets out a groan before his lips leave mine. I open my eyes, catching my breath as his hands are no longer on my body either. I wonder for a second if I imagined the whole thing.
“Shit!” he says through gritted teeth running his hand through his hair and looking at me again. “I’m sorry that shouldn’t have happened,” he says.
“Don’t worry. I won’t say a word, and I made the first move anyway.” I say. His eyes burn into me before looking down at my feet.
“Um, I need to take your shoes off,” he says. I nod. He guides me down on the bed, and he gently takes off my shoes, each touch of his sends sparks through my body. Once my shoes are removed, he tucks me in bed just like he tucked me in when I was little. “You need to go to sleep,” he says.
I grab his hand as he moves away, “Please stay,” I said with pleading eyes.
“Okay, I will stay,” he says, and I let go of his hand. He takes my shoes and dress, and he places them inside my walk-in closet. I start to fall asleep, my eyelids growing heavy. I watch through blurred vision as he undresses. I can make out every toned muscle on display, and he walks over to my bed in just his boxers.
The bed dips from his weight as he climbs into bed beside me, and then I feel his warm arms wrap around me as he brings me closer to him so that my head rests on his chest. He kisses the top of my head while he plays with my hair.
“I’m sorry for kissing you,” he says. I can feel the vibration in his chest.
“I wanted it,” I say as I close my eyes and take in his scent.
“It’s not to happen again, and your father cannot know about it,” he says, almost as if he is pained by it.
“I promise I won’t tell anyone,” I say.
“Just remember, this won’t happen again,” he says.
“Maybe I want it to happen again.”
“I won’t allow it,” he says as he sighs at my words. “Just get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day at work, another big meeting ahead for me.”
“What were you doing at the club?” I ask, curious to know.
“My friend owns the club. I made some deals with him to help him put his name out there with Sternpoint. He deserves it.”
“You like to help people,” I say.
“Yes, I always have,” he says.
“I love you,” I say. He tenses at those words. “I’ve always loved you.”
“I love you, too, Gray,” he says with a sigh.
When I was young, I would tell him that I loved him, and he would say in return that he loved me too, followed by Gray. Just like it is now. It seems surreal that we kissed and I know he wants it too because that kiss was not nothing. There was something in it. I guess that he is afraid of my father finding ou,t and there is also the non-fraternization policy in the company. So it could be both, but I want him. I know he wants it too. He continues to play with my hair, and I can hear his heartbeat against my ear. I feel darkness taking over me, but I try to remain awake to cherish this moment, but the more I try, the more sleep takes over me.