Love & Everything Else Pt. 02 by BongSmokingSlut69
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I am sitting at the breakfast bar when the door alarm rings through the apartment at eight on the dot. I rush over, my heels clicking on the floor, and buzz Marcus up. It takes him no time and by the time I have touched up my makeup in the bathroom he is knocking at my door.
“Coming!” I call, walking fast back to the front door, pulling my dress down a little to expose more of my cleavage. I open the door and my breath is taken away when I see him, a dark blue suit, white shirt with no tie, a brown belt and shoes and a huge bouquet of red roses.
“Wow,” He breathes at the same time as me, “You look stunning, June.” He leans in and kisses my cheek, handing me the flowers.
“Thank you, you look sharp Marcus. Blue really suits you. How was it taking the elevator up?” I tease, I can’t stop thinking about Marcus in his suit. I place the roses down on the bench, leading Marcus into my apartment as I fill up a vase to hold the bouquet.
“Such a relief, two days without an elevator is brutal on your legs when you live in a penthouse. Not to mention all elevator rides have become incredibly boring without you.” I can feel my cheeks growing warmer, he looks around my apartment with a genuine smile. “It’s just how I imagined your house would look.” He walks up behind me as I place the roses in the middle of my dining table, placing one hand on the small of my back setting off tingles up my spine.
“You should know then that it usually isn’t this tidy.” I giggle, turning around and placing my hands on his chest. He places a kiss on the top of my head and pushes me to arms length and spins me around, my dress twirling out around me a little as he nods, and smiles cheekily in approval. I stayed safe with a long flowing black dress, however he had told me to dress in something sexy so I made sure to deliver with a thigh high slit and leaving little to the imagination on the top half. This was the sort of dress where I wasn’t going to be able to wear underwear, and I knew that Marcus had figured that much out for himself.
“Let’s go shall we? I have a car waiting downstairs and a reservation in a couple of hours. It will take us nearly that long to get there because I thought we could explore the city around the restaurant beforehand.” I shrug on a coat, the weather getting colder outside as the full swing of winter hits the city.
“That sounds perfect. Thank you so much for this by the way, you have been nothing but charming and polite since I met you.” Marcus takes my hand, kissing my forehead as we walk.
“It is absolutely my pleasure, nice girls like you deserve nice guys like me to give you the world. Or at least the city, anywhere you haven’t been to in New York yet?” We get into a sleek black car, Marcus then me. As I close the door, Marcus wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in close to him and whispers, “I want you to know that while I plan on this evening being lovely and R-rated, as soon as we get home I am going to tear that sexy fucking dress right off you.” He then kisses my cheek and smiles innocently, leaning forward to open the divider to the driver. I cross my legs, a damp patch forming in my panties.
“You have a way with words, Marcus. I can’t wait to see what else your mouth can do later.” I kiss him softly, pulling apart as I think of an answer to his question.
“I’m not going to lie, I haven’t actually been to many places at all, I live away from the main part of the city and close to where I work and get groceries so I never saw the point. Besides, the big crowds seem really intimidating to navigate.”
“Well this time you’ll have me, is that okay?” I nod and he tells the driver to take us to Times Square, or as close to it as we can get. The snow was starting to fall lightly, attracting tourists and photographers from all over the place to take photos of the city’s icons as they were illuminated by the many lights. We hop out and are immediately swept away by the crowd, Marcus holding onto my hand tightly as he attempts to keep us together.
We wander down streets and into Times Square itself, the crowd thins and I slowly turn on the spot trying to take in as much as I can.
“It’s amazing. Better than I could have dreamed, photos just really don’t do it justice do they?”
“No, that’s the tricky thing about wonders like this. They’re meant to be experienced, not just seen. Where to start?” We wander around and do the usual touristy things, novelty stores, posing with various people in costume, all the while Marcus was snapping photos of me and making cheesy remarks about how the city “isn’t nearly as stunning as you are.” I blushed every time, the colour thankfully blending in with my already rosey cheeks from the cold.
“How about we start making our way to dinner, I promise I’ll bring you back to do everything else we didn’t manage to see some other time, yeah?” I take his hand and peck him on the cheek.
“That sounds perfect.”
We walk hand in hand, occasionally being jostled by other people hurrying past us, back the way we had come.
“You are an absolute ball to spend time with, June. You’re so genuine, so unapologetically yourself. I can’t believe I get to take a woman as amazing as you to dinner.”
“It’s so easy to be myself around you, I know we haven’t known each other for very long but it feels as though I’ve known you forever, you know?”
“I know, I feel the same way.”
He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his hand gently caressing the side of my jaw and tilting it upwards into a soft kiss. His hand snakes around my back, under my coat where he makes contact with my bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. I shiver involuntarily, which must shake up back to reality as he pulls back with a warm smile and carries on walking.
“Come on, just wait until you see this place. It isn’t the best restaurant in New York but it’s definitely my favourite. I hope you like italian.”
“Are you kidding? I could happily live off nothing but pasta, this is the perfect place.” His eyes sparkle in delight, quickening his pace as we dodge cars and people together. The snow starts falling harder now, leaving puddles of slushy snow at our feet as it gets trampled faster than it sticks.
“I can’t get over how beautiful the snow looks, this is the first snow I’ve seen in years.”
“It’s not as beautiful as you, but it’s certainly a show-stopper of an evening. Great sights, great food and best yet, great company.”
“Why so cheesy all of a sudden?” I giggle, starting to walk with him in the direction of the restaurant as he points it out a few stores down.
“I’m just trying to show that I can be a genuine and sweet guy, we did meet by fucking in an elevator after all. I don’t want that to be your only impression of me.” He holds the door open for me and we wait to be seated.
“I already know you’re a sweet guy, Marcus. We were in there for hours, not to mention you made sure to take me out for dinner after.” I wink at him, handing my coat to him to have put away. We sit down at our secluded table on the second floor, intimately lit by candles.