I’d never given her a reason to be jealous, but I wasn’t going to lie and say I didn’t enjoy it a little. We hadn’t talked much about our previous relationships, mostly because I’d never had one and wasn’t overly enthusiastic about discussing my one-night stands. The only thing I cared about hers was that they were done. My body still swarmed with jealousy at the idea of her being married, so I’d decided to pretend it never happened.
She was mine now, and anyone else was irrelevant.
And while tonight might have been a fake birthday, there was a present in there for me too. We hadn’t been out as a couple before, never been photographed together. In fact, I’d never been out on a date, not a proper one. Dates were for girlfriends, for women you planned to see again.
And I couldn’t fucking wait to date the shit out of Marnie.
I focused back on the game; nothing was happening, so I jumped up at the commercial break and went to shower. Twenty-two minutes later, I’d left Marnie with a towel wrapped around her, head upside down as she dried her hair, and returned to the game where there still wasn’t much going on.
The Braves had scored, now leading one-nothing, and that was the most interesting thing I could say. I must have been watching longer than I thought, because when I got up to grab a drink, Marnie appeared in the bedroom doorway, and I forgot everything that had ever happened up to this very second in my life.
My dick throbbed so hard I needed to keep myself from toppling over at the blood rush.
Fuck me. I’d never seen her look like this.
I’d gotten used to seeing her at the club in tight yoga pants, or jeans and a tee, or walking around my apartment in a bra and panties, sometimes naked.
But I’d never seen this.Ever.
If I had, we wouldn’t have surfaced for air.
“What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” She was fixing her earrings and hadn’t noticed me walking toward her.
No,stalkingwould be more apt.
I was the hunter and she was my prey, and I wasn’t just going to eat her. Fuck dinner, I was about to devour her.
Her dress was a thousand shades of blue silk, all flowing over her body like a moonlit waterfall, the clearest waters cascading into the deepest, darkest pool. The pool which stopped mid-thigh, showing off the longest, leanest, curviest legs. I’d never seen them look like this, and all I could think about was having them wrapped around my head while I went to town on her; dragging my tongue over her clit, and spearing it into her tight, wet pussy.
I dropped my cufflinks on the side table, and slowly rolled up my sleeves one at a time.
“Jupiter…” she frowned.
“Marnie.”
She took a step back and blinked rapidly. Nerves. She should be nervous.
“Answer me one question, has anyone else seen you in this before?”
“No.” Her head hastily shook from side to side.
I gently brushed a thick curl off one of her soft, apple-rounded tits, pushed up high and ripe for my teeth to sink into. “I’m glad I got to see you in it, but you will not be wearing it out of this apartment.”
Her neck jerked back so she could look at me. “What?”
Ignoring her, my fingers hovered over the tiny shoulder straps – the ones barely holding up this scrap of material, the ones which tore from the seam with the slightest tug from me. The flap of silk floated down until her boobs were scarcely contained.
“Jupiter! What are you doing?”
“I’m illustrating how flimsy this dress is.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but it was as my thumb brushed over a nipple as hard as my dick, so instead, it simply dropped open with a soft moan.
My hand crept up her thigh, pushing under the hem. “See, Marn? It’s better if I do a full inspection of it before we leave. Don’t you agree?”
She was wearing heels which brought her a little closer to my height, but I still needed to spread my legs slightly to meet her eye line. Big green eyes widened more with every inch my finger edged closer to her ass.
I leaned in, brushing the shell of her ear with my lips. “I asked you a question. Don’t you agree it’s better?”
