Damn, Is He Fine!

Marcus Patrick. In a word, DAMN!

When I dreamed up Seth's character, the man I saw in my head coincidentally looked like Marcus. Then I just happened to be doing some "research" (let's just call it that!) on Playgirl.com and I happened to cross pictures of Marcus. He matched the image I had in my head, down to the last cut of muscle in his abs! I had to share the pics. And just like Joy thought when she met Seth, damn the man is too fine.

Here's how Joy got entangled with Seth:


All the planets had aligned for Joy. She and Tony were finally together, making plans on staying together. They were in love, and Tony had declared it over and over.

Just when her life was starting to stabilize, her career took a shift. She got transferred to a new manager, working out of the main bank in Dallas. Now she was traveling around the midwest region as part of a new commercial business and real estate development team. She was on the road a lot, but making far more money than she ever could have imagined in such a short time. Tony grumbled constantly about her not being there for him, not being available to satisy his heavy sexual urges. She didn't like being away from him so much either, but she loved the freedom of the job.

She had just tied up a meeting with some new real estate developers, ending with a call from Tony whining about how much he missed her there to milk his dick. Now that she was all his, he was much more demanding, much more attentive to where she was, and wanted her to account for her time. She was starting to feel like a sex slave.

She stopped off for a drink before heading back to the solace of her hotel room. She ordered a mojito, sitting in front of the giant tv monitor. She glanced around, noticing the emptiness of the bar. Must have been too early, and most people weren't off work yet. Her eyes roamed to the far side of the room, and met the gaze of another early straggler. He smiled at her, and she back at him, looking away quickly. She didn't want to draw any attention to herself.

She focused back on the monitor, watching the news, letting the cool liquid slide down her throat. She rolled her head around in a circle, working out the tension. She twisted her head from left to right, ending up looking right into the sexiest set of gray eyes she had ever seen. The stranger was pulling out the stool right next to her, smiling warmly.

"Mind if I sit here?"

She smiled back, looking him over. "Not at all."

She took a moment to drink in his features. He was a tall, buffed, creamy caramel spitting-image of Marcus Patrick! The man was beyond fine, with those sexy full lips, short curly hair, and those dreamy eyes, which were now slithering up and down her body, taking inventory of her. She needed to hear his deep, smooth voice again.Suddenly she felt silly and coquettish, with her face getting hot and her nipples getting hard-her body reacting to the heat she could feel emanating from him. The scent of his cologne flooded her senses with the aroma of warm woods, fresh pine air, and a roaring fire. Who the hell was this amazingly hot man?

Close Encounter

After the little scene in the elevator, Joy finally had proof that Antonio was ready to take it to the next level. His kiss on her neck left her smoldering for hours. She spent the weekend with her boyfriend Montell, but her mind was all over Antonio. All over his thick, sexy lips, all over his broad muscular body, and all over the treat he had hidden underneath his designer trousers and boxers.

It was Friday, and Joy came in ready for action She pranced around the office in a royal blue fitted suit, with her favorite powder blue bra and panties underneath. She hoped Antonio would have a reason to see what she had hidden beneath the polish of the business attire.

Joy's persevearance paid off. Antonio had been literally all over her all day, keeping her coming into his office for just about any reason he could muster. She felt like a ping pong ball, making trips back and forth to bring him files, as he stood behind her, peering over her shoulder as she sat in front of his desk. He had the perfect view of her rounded breasts, pushed up right below the shawl collar of her top.

By the end of the day, Joy was set to leave, but Antonio called her into his office again. He invited her to meet him for drinks at Blue Chicago. She accepted, keeping cool on the outside, but she was throbbing on the inside, anticipating moving beyond their current relationship.

When she arrived at the club, he was standing near the doors, looking for her. He looked relieved when he saw her walking towards him. He started smiling, holding his hand out to take her by the arm. He gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Hey, you made it. I was thinking maybe you changed your mind.” He led her into the club. There was a buzzing crowd tonight, with smooth jazz playing in the background.

“No, no, I just waited to leave with everyone else. You know, so it wouldn’t look weird. If I tell you I’m coming, I’m coming,” she said close to him, running her finger under his chin.

They went inside, securing a table tucked away back in a corner. They ordered drinks. Antonio touched her hand, as soon as they sat down. His hands were as gorgeous as the rest of him. His nails were perfectly manicured, and he wore a thick gold link bracelet. He had a diamond letter “A” ring on his right hand ring finger, and his gold nugget and diamond wedding band on the other. He was making circular motions over her skin and it was sending little electric shocks all through her. She was trying to get a read on what he wanted to do next.

“You know, I just wanted to commend you on how hard you’ve been working. You’ve learned quite a lot in a short time. In fact, you probably know more than some of my loan officers. I’m ready to put you on some of the bigger deals. I want you exposed to everything.” He stroked his fingers across her hand again, this time moving up to her forearm. It sent a shiver up and down her spine.

“Thanks Tony, but I owe it all to you. You are a great teacher. You could teach anyone anything.”

She ran her fingers over the smooth skin of his hand. A hand she was imagining touching her breasts, caressing her body, sliding up her thighs. He seemed to be ready to take things to the next level. She took a sip of her drink, and locked on to his tempting hazel eyes. She let the drink drip on her lips, so she could lick the liquid off. Then she took her fingers and ran them across her lips, licking them. He was completely at attention. His lips were starting to drop open, like he was imagining all the enticing things she could do with her mouth. She undid one button on her top, to expose the crest of her cleavage. Then she touched his hand again.

“Tony, tell me, what are you doing here?” She had one hand on his arm, and the other hand on his knee, starting to work its way up his thigh. His quads flexed beneath her touch. He shifted in his seat.

“I just wanted to talk to you without every eye on us, that’s all. Kind of celebrate my good decision to hire you.” The look in his eyes and his increased breathing was giving him away.

“Really?’ She almost whispered, bringing her head closer to his. “That’s your only reason?” She knew what he had on his mind, so why was he beating around the bush? This wasn’t his first time stepping out.

“Well actually,” he smiled a little, “I just wanted to get you alone. I think it’s time for us to get to know each other a little better.” His eyes wandered from her face down to her body.

She gazed at him, soaking in his rugged charm and the mature outline of lean muscle hiding beneath his custom-made suit. He looked strong, authoritative and commanding, the very things that turned her on about him.

She was hoping he would react to her green light signals, and make the next move. He must have read her mind, because he reached across the table and caressed her cheek. There wasn’t much space left between their faces. He leaned in closer, pulling her mouth up to his with the tip of his finger on her chin. He softly pursed his lips against hers. His lips felt hot and firm. She kissed him back, and she could swear she felt the air heating around them. The kiss was brief, but there was a whisper of lust on the tip of his tongue, as he moved it skillfully against hers.

He let her go, and she finally got her breath back enough to utter a sentence. “Tony, do you want me?” She spoke in a low, sultry voice, as she looked into those dreamy hazel eyes. All she could think about was climbing on top of him and riding him like she was in a saddle. And from what she could feel between his legs, he was packing like a horse.

It was obvious that he was getting turned on. He licked his lips, touching them with his fingertips. He cracked a little crooked smile at the corner of his mouth. “Let’s go outside.” He took her hand, pulling her up from the table.

The First Touch

Joy never knew it could be so much fun having a job. She woke up everyday in a rush to get ready to get to the office and get up under Antonio. She could feel the heat between them building every day. When she sat across from him at his desk, she could sense his eyes undressing her body. She could almost feel his touch on her skin, licking her nipples, caressing her between her thighs. As he spoke her concentration drifted from what he was showing her, because her mind was stuck in a fantasy of the orgasmic high she was waiting for him to unleash.

Today she wore one of her favorite dresses, a sexy emerald green number. It was short and tight, and framed her hourglass figure like a glove. When she sashayed across the bank lobby, every head turned. By the time she got to her desk on the sixth floor, even her girl Shelly had smart remarks.

“Girl, do you ever wear anything low key? You know you’re about to get raped up in here! And you’re making the rest of us look like old hags.” Shelly started laughing. She was in her mid thirties, with a slender build. She knew she wasn’t bad looking, but she couldn’t compete with Joy.

“Sorry Shelly. When you got it, you have to work it. And I know how to work it.” Joy licked her lips like she was posing for Maxim.

“Joy, I don’t think there’s a man in here today who wouldn’t hand you his whole paycheck just to see you naked, you know that? Including Antonio. You’ve been driving him wild. I’m watching him, and he’s watching you every time you even move to pick up a piece of paper. He‘s hot for your ass. You’d better stop teasing him, or he’ll be on you like flies on an elephant! Now you know the man has a wife,” she reasoned.

She couldn't tell Shelly, but that was just the effect she wanted. She was hoping that with every sway of her hips, and every lick across her lips, it was driving him to the edge. And so what about his wife? Apparently she wasn't all that, or he wouldn't be salivating over her everyday, and coming up with reasons to keep her in his office so much.

Once again, Antonio had managed to keep Joy at the office later than everybody else. He finally told her to pack it up for the night. They were the only ones left on the floor, as he walked behind her ad pushed the button to call the elevator.

“By the way, you look phenomenal in that dress today.” Tony stood very close to her, partially behind her. There was a tendril of hair on the back of her neck, and he longed to move it and kiss the spot it was covering.

“Thanks Mr. Mar…I mean Tony.” She never called him by his last name when they were alone. He saw a bit of color rush to her cheeks.

The elevator doors opened, and they got on. Again, he stood right behind her, close enough for him to hear her breathing. This time, he let his hand graze along the curve of the back of her neck. It must have tickled her, and she put her hand there to feel what had touched her. He caught her hand and kissed it. She spun around, with a stunned look on her face. He knew he had to move quickly, so he pressed his lips against her neck softly, feeling the warmth of her skin and inhaling her scent of honeysuckle and white tea rose up close.

Her eyes drifted up to meet his, as she stood completely speechless and glued in place. The doors were about to open, so he spun her around to face outwards, in case someone was lingering in the lobby. He whispered in her ear from behind, “I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful.”

The doors opened, and he got off, holding them open for her like nothing had just happened. She looked up at him again, as if trying to figure out when he had flipped the switch. Then she smiled at him, and switched that cute ass out to her car. He hoped she was as obsessed with him as he was with her.