Chapter 24

“There’s a phone call for you downstairs,” Li announced to Marqi distastefully.

“Really?” Figuring it was Dennis she got to her feet and bounded out of her bedroom. She ran ahead of the housekeeper at the foot of the staircase, heading for the phone in the office.

“Hello?” she answered breathlessly.

“Marquisa Dublin?” the female voice was unfamiliar.

“Yes,” she replied curiously.

“I’m with the university parking patrol. You have twenty four hours to move your car or it will be towed and you will be responsible for the associated fees.”

“I can’t move it; it doesn’t have any gas in it.”

“Your choice. Goodbye.”

“Yeah, right.” She hung up the phone, wondering how this woman had gotten the number to Dennis’s home. Marqi drummed her fingers on the receiver, trying to think of something to do. She had no idea where Robert was or when he’d be back. Additionally, she had no money and no way of getting cash to buy gas or pay towing fees. Still, the thought of towing gave her an idea. She pulled the yellow pages toward her and began thumbing through the big book until she found Anderson Towing. She dialed the number quickly and held her breath while it rang.

“Anderson Towing,” the friendly guy answered.

“Yes, hello,” she said, swallowing nervously as she tried to sound important and professional, “I’m calling on behalf of Dennis Braxton.”

“What can I do for you?”

“Mr. Braxton would like to make arrangements to have a car towed to his home.”

“To his home? Not from it?”

“No. To it.”

“Okay. When?”

“This afternoon, if possible.”

“This afternoon?” the voice on the other end said incredulously.

“Is there a way to make that possible?”

There was silence on the line, then a sigh. “I guess. For Braxton, yeah. So where is this car?”

She gave him the make and model and the address of the university.

“Whoa,” the guy whistled. “That’s hours from here. Are you sure he wants an old clunker like that towed all the way to his house?”

“Yes,” she said stiffly, bristling at the insult to her vehicle. “I assure you, that is exactly what Mr. Braxton wants!”

“Okay, but you tell him it’s gonna cost him an arm and a leg.”

“I’ll be sure to let him know.” She hung up the phone again and did a little triumphant dance in the office.

“What’s exactly what I want?” Dennis asked, startling her out of her rumba.

“Oh, hi. Hi!” she said, hurrying to clasp his neck and give him a kiss. “How was your trip?”

“Oh, fine,” he answered blandly. He pulled her body up close to his and gave her a long, full kiss on the mouth. “Been missing you. Thought about you practically the whole way back.”

“Oh yeah?” she murmured, letting him crush her in his arms and press his groin into her. “I missed you, too.”

She kissed him again, letting her hands slide down his sides to rest at his waist. He helpfully opened his zipper and said, “Let’s see how much you missed me.”

Marqi dropped to her knees and drew his semi-hard cock into her mouth, slurping it while he grasped her long, dark hair with his fists. He grew harder with every suck, thrusting deeply back against her throat until her eyes watered. Then he pulled her up and pushed her against his desk. He slipped her skirt up over her hips and yanked her panties aside to push his way into her.

“Now that’s what Mr. Braxton likes,” he uttered in a raspy voice. Marqi moaned and he forced his way into her dampening passage, her body accepting his thrusts enthusiastically. She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed it, but having him fuck her felt impossibly good. She moaned loudly for him as he reached up to fondle her tits, stroking her nipples under her shirt while her hips slammed against the desk with every stroke. She moaned again, coming on his cock while he hammered her, his cock a merciless rigid rod extracting pleasure with every motion.

“Fuck, yesss…” she moaned gaspingly. He grabbed her head and pushed her down flat on the desk, squashing her breasts against the smooth polished wood as he rode her hard, wearing her down with several more strokes until finally his wave of ecstasy broke inside her and he pumped drop after drop of pearly come into her pussy. He spasmed inside her, shivering in pleasure, not caring at all if anyone walked in on them fucking. He was finally home where he belonged, and he was getting what he wanted.

Indeed, this was what Mr. Braxton liked.