One year later....
Marcus Ross tugged his black rolling suitcase behind him as he trudged through the airport. A long sigh escaped as he thought of the fact that he had less than two days to get ready for the conference, the same national conference where he met Octavia the year before.
This year, he was presenting on his research on a new prescription drug that seemed to lower the incidence of hallucinations in the schizophrenic population without the usual side effects. He hadn't developed the drug, but he had noticed the results and decided to join the study being conducted by the pharmaceutical company.
Usually, he tried to stay away from things like that, but Octavia coerced him to at least take a chance. And now, here he was, at the forefront of his field, presenting to his peers. There was only on thing missing, the reason for his moping and his frequent sighs.
He looked down at his phone and quickly texted Octavia to let her know that he had arrived. She wouldn't be there until right before the conference started and he missed her already.
Marcus recalled how empty he felt a year ago when Octavia boarded her plane, leaving him standing at the big window in the airport, staring out as her plane backed up and began to taxi. He couldn't pull himself away from the window for some reason and he realized how much Octavia had changed him in the brief time that they had been together. He knew that he had to get to her as soon as he could at that moment.
But now, he felt as if he had left part of himself behind and it was definitely worse. Marcus couldn't believe how much Octavia had wormed her way into his life and made him almost desperate for her presence. He had never felt so...needy. But, then again, Octavia was a wonderful and amazing woman.
Marcus took the airport's shuttle to the hotel that housed the conference. He stared blankly out of the window, noticing how close the hotel was to the airport. Good. That meant that he wouldn't have to wait long for his princess when she finally arrived. He tugged his large, black suitcase behind him as he entered the hotel and smiled his first genuine smile since he arrived in the city.
His hand lifted and returned the wave he assumed was meant for him. "Carl!"
Carl Bergman lowered his hand and strode over to Marcus. "Marcus, it's been a while. I haven't seen you in almost six months. I thought we were friends."
A hearty chuckle was Marcus' response before he replied, "Well, it's not my fault that you're projecting your feelings onto me. You've got to watch that."
Carl shook his head, his short blond hair shifting slightly. "You better watch yourself, old man. So, where's that lovely young lady of yours? Did she finally get enough of looking at your ugly mug?"
"Very funny. She had a doctor's appointment today. But, she should be here by tomorrow evening."
"I didn't think she'd stay away for long. Or should I say, I didn't think you'd let her out of your sight for long."
Another smile played across Marcus's lips. "You see it too, huh?"
"Who wouldn't? You two are so obviously in love and I don't see either of you wanting to be apart from each other for very long. I applaud you, Marcus. You found the type of love that many of us, myself included, have been searching for."
"It'll happen for you, Carl. Probably as soon as you stop looking for it."
Carl shrugged and turned to follow Marcus to the counter so that he could check in. As Marcus handed the young woman behind the counter his credit card, he noticed that he had an admirer. Susan, another woman that he had met at the conference last year, sat in the one of the comfortable lobby chairs, practically undressing him with her eyes while she pretended to read a newspaper. Unfortunately for Susan, she was too late. He had already found his princess and there was no way he was going to mess that relationship up.
Marcus turned his attention back to the desk clerk, who was handing him his key card for his room, and smiled. "Thank you."
Marcus invited Carl up to his room to catch up, but Carl was waiting on someone who was flying in to meet him. So, they agreed to go out to dinner later that night and get a couple of drinks at the hotel bar afterwards.
Marcus made his way up to his room on the 12th floor, the floor that he requested specifically because it was one that meant a lot to him and Octavia both. He keyed into his room and unpacked his suits and Octavia's casual conference wear. Marcus had insisted that he take as much of her stuff as she was willing to part with so that she would only have to deal with a carry-on bag when she came the next day.
He smiled as he pulled Octavia's peach skirt from the bag. That skirt had him hard from the moment he saw her in it and he was glad she brought it back to the conference. He had just finished hanging up their clothing in the closet, when his cell phone rang. He looked at the faceplate and once he registered the name that flashed, Marcus snatched the phone of the desk and answered it.
"What are you wearing, princess?" Marcus murmured softly into the phone.
"Oh, so you're in one of those moods, huh?" Octavia giggled.
"Maybe. Depends on what you're wearing."
"Well, right now, I'm in one of those blue paper gowns they like to make you wear at the doctor's office sometimes, so I think that what you're planning will have to wait a bit longer."
Marcus could have laughed. For all his disappointment at not being able to have fun with his princess, his cock was still as hard as it had been when he first heard Octavia's soft voice. "Really?"
"Yes, really. But later tonight, I'm all yours."
Octavia felt shivers all through her spine as Marcus' deep chuckle permeated her senses. She could barely believe that he was hers and any time their talk became sexual, she couldn't help but get wet. It would be a bit embarrassing when the doctor walked in and noticed the big wet spot spreading along her gown, but it was probably worth it for a chance to talk to Marcus just for a minute.
"Well, tonight, I won't disappoint you, princess. Call me when you're done and let me know how it went."
