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I take her hand and gently move it away. “If you do that, I won’t make it home.”
She giggles but keeps her hand away.
I drive straight to Pine Place, and we’re home in record time. We both get out of the car at the same time and sprint to the front door as if we’re going to douse a fire.
I rest my hand on the curve of Marian’s ass as she unlocks the door. I follow her in, shut the door behind me, and pull her into my arms. I slip a hand under her jaw and kiss her hungrily. Everything fades away except the raw need to consume her. I trail open-mouthed kisses on her neck, down to her cleavage, and then cup her breasts over her blouse.
“Declan.” My name falls from her lips like a moan.
“Marian,” I say.
She tilts her head back as I pop open the buttons of her blouse. She shrugs it off, and it slides to the floor. Greedily, I dip my head between her breasts and then draw back to nibble on one nipple over the material of her lacy bra.
Her moans become loud and uninhibited.
“Please, Declan,” she says in her throaty voice.
I know what she needs. I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. My breath catches as her breasts spring free.
“Do you know how much I love your body?” I ask her as I hold her breasts as though weighing them. I lower my head to suck the left nipple while thumbing the right one.
Marian moans and runs her hands through my hair. I love the way her nipple feels like a hard but sensitive pebble in my mouth.
“Declan, I want you now,” Marian says, her voice fierce.
That sobers me up for a moment. “Here?” I ask her. We haven’t made it past the foyer.
“Please,” she says, panting as she speaks. She reaches behind her, unzips her skirt, and when it falls, she steps out of it. I kiss her hard as I grip the hem of her panties and pull them down.
“Your pants,” Marian says. She unzips me, and I do the rest, pushing down my pants and boxer briefs. Her hand wraps around my cock, and I let out a deep-throated grunt at the contact. I dip my hand between her legs, and it’s immediately soaked.
Marian lifts a leg and wraps it around my waist. “Fuck me, Declan,” she whispers into my ear.
I gently remove her hand from my cock and turn her around. I lift her palms above her head and graze my hands over her arms, down her shoulders to her hips.
“Exquisite,” I murmur, admiring her hourglass figure.
I gently tug at her hips until she’s angled just right. I grip my steel-hard cock and slide it along the sodden entrance of her pussy. I tease her for a few seconds until she begs me to take her.
I push the head of my cock in, grip her hips, and impale her with one hard thrust. Marian screams.
“Are you okay, babe?” I ask her.
“Yes. More,” she says.
Her words spur me on, and I drive into her hard. Marian rocks her hips in time to my thrusts. I reach around her with one hand to tease her nipples.
“Oh, God. Yes,” Marian says over and over again. “I’m going to come.”
She starts to crumble, clutching at the wall as her pussy clenches around me. I can barely hold on, and when I’m sure that Marian is coming, I let go, and my seed shoots into her pussy.
I wrap my hands around her waist, and she straightens her back and leans against my chest. Marian giggles and I laugh along without knowing what she’s laughing at.
“I’ve never done anything this crazy,” she says.
I look around us, realizing that we had sex in the foyer. “Every time I walk in, I’ll picture you pinned against the wall.”
We both laugh at the image my words paint. I stroke her belly and her breasts softly. “Let’s go to the bathroom,” I tell her.
“Good idea.”
I carry our clothes and follow her up the stairs, enjoying the view of her ass. I love her confidence in her body. Another woman would have been self-conscious to walk buck naked up a flight of stairs. Not Marian. She walks as though she’s on the runway strutting her stuff.
She pauses at the landing. “Did you enjoy the show?” she says over her shoulder.
“I still am,” I throw back, and she laughs.
In the bathroom, we draw the bath as we chat easily as if we’ve been doing this for years. I’ve never been as carefree and comfortable with any other woman. Too bad it can never be anything but a marriage of convenience for us.
“You’re very quiet,” she says, peering at me through the steam.
“I’m thinking about you and wondering where you’ve been all my life.”
