"Mark!" Sheri screams as she clumsily removes her legs from his shoulders.
"Oh it's not time for you to be screaming yet." Mark says as he grabs her and pulls her tightly against him, not understanding why she seems to be running away.
"There's a camera!" She yells as she tries to squirm away from his tight hold.
Finally, Mark looks up and sure enough he sees it.
He releases Sheri and immediately gets on his phone.
Sheri gets off the table. She staggers over to Mark clutching his free arm, anxiously awaiting what he will do.
Her legs are weak from her mindblowing experience and she wished she had a towel to wipe her inner thighs and lady bits from all the wetness. She then realizes she needs to adjust her thong from it's awkward position of being pulled to the side.
What a buzz kill. She thought.
"I've got a situation. Spy Museum. Get the cameras." Mark gets off the phone after relaying his quick cryptic message. He kisses Sheri's forehead. "It's being dealt with, don't worry about it." Mark says looking at Sheri's flushed face and worried expression.
"You sure?" Sheri was having a hard time feeling at ease, she even sobered up a bit.
"Yeah, trust me, I know a guy." Mark smiled. "What was I even thinking, of course there would be cameras." They both laughed, but Sheri became somber.
"It's late." Sheri said professionally as she smoothed her hair and dress.
Mark could tell Sheri wasn't pleased. He was getting ready to offer more words of comfort when Sheri cut him off to say, "Is there a bathroom nearby?" the wetness was drying and becoming sticky.
"Yeah, let's just go back downstairs..." Mark suggested.
Without a word Sheri struts back to the stairwell. She trots down the stairs quickly. Mark having long legs, is able to keep up with her but hates how cold she's behaving. He gets ready to confront her, but she runs into the bathroom.
When Sheri comes out she curtly says "Okay I'm ready to go home." and proceeds to the stairwell heading downstairs quickly.
They quickly make their way to the parking garage, all the while Mark calls out to her.
"Sheri. Sheri. Slow down. Come here. Sheri."
Sheri continues to ignore him, willing herself to move faster each time he calls her name. She stops abruptly and puts her hand in the air as she sounds the alarm of her car to locate it. It's only two rows away, and she quickly makes her way to her BMW as Mark chases her.
Sheri turns off the alarm when she gets to her car. As she opens the door, it gets slammed shut by Marks's big hand. Sheri turns around with hostility in her eyes.
"Mark! Stop-!"
Mark wraps his hands around Sheri's waist. He pulls her in and holds her tightly, as he turns to lean against Sheri's BMW slightly lifting her off her feet as he did so. Sheri is squirming and trying to push away from his hold, but it's all in vain, she might as well be tied up with strong cords against solid stone, Mark was really strong. He slides down a couple inches to be face to face with her. He leans in to plant a kiss on her lips but she turns away. Hurt by the way she's rejecting him but can't fight the urge of trying to win back her affection to give her whatever space she may need. All he can do is worship her to let her know he'll do anything to make this right again.
Mark trails gentle wet kisses on her jawline at the base of her ear lobe to the top base of her neck. He continues down her neck until he gets to the base of her neck by her collarbone.
Feeling the tension leave her body with each tender kiss, Mark decides to suck on the little divet between her neck and collarbone.
Sheri feels like a victim caught by a vampire. Unable to break free from his hold and being seduced into submission by his sweet gentle kisses, Sheri has no choice but to endure the worshiping of her face and neck. She felt so precious in his care.
Mark stops sucking the little divet between her neck and collarbone when he glimpses a small bruise there. Satisfied with his work, Mark kisses it and makes his way back up her neck and plants an unanswered kiss on her lips.
As much as Sheri doesn't want this flowering of affection to stop, it has to. Mark's grip on her was loosened so she was able to get away from him.
"Could you move so I can get in my car?" Sheri rudely asked.
Mark stared at her dumbfounded, and couldn't believe how cold his angel was acting. "Sheri, please just-"
"MOVE so I can get in my car, please?" Sheri yelled the word move, which caused Mark to involuntarily flinch.
"Listen I told you my guy is taking care of the security footage, you have nothing to worry abou-"
"Get away from my car NOW!" Sheri practically screamed the last word.
"Sheri baby, please calm down." Mark reaches for her in desperation.
"DON'T touch me!"
"Baby, help me fix it, I want to make it better." Mark pleads with the most sincere and desperate look on his face.
Sheri's heart is breaking as she does her best to not give into his heartfelt pleas.
"Please I just want to go home..."
Sheri felt too embarrassed to admit messing with a married man at such a high political level was a mistake. She knew that before she crossed the line but proceed to anyway. Now if a scandal comes out of it she would most likely bare the fall out without the luxury of a public representative as Mark would have.
Seeing a softening in her demeanor Mark says "Sheri, please don't end the night like this. I promise everything is being taken care of as we speak. I never meant for things to get out of control. I never meant for you to be hurt. Baby, please don't do this to me." He grabs a hold of Sheri.
Not trying to be subdued again, Sheri screams and thrashes against Mark. "LET GO! LET GO OF ME!!!"
"HEY!!!"
Sheri stops suddenly. Mark stiffens, but still has her in his embrace. When Sheri looks up she sees it's Anthony and Jill.