Page 127 of Marcus

Oh, she would.

He liked that, too.

Even conversation could be foreplay with this man. She bet that had been hell for him, too. Seeing her bent over, the way her panties hugged her ass and hid that sliver of her sex, as they left through the elevator from the penthouse. If that wasn’t bad enough, he had to drive six blocks before they arrived at the hotel.

“You told me once you like to break the rules.”

Marcus made a thick noise under his breath. “I did say that.”

“Well, maybe I like to make you break them. Or I just like to see you try not to.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Cella winked. “You should.”

“Panties,” he drawled as he began a slow process of removing his blazer. “They’re mine.”

Right.

“Of course,” she simpered, winking.

Marcus shook his head, but Cella still hurried to do what he demanded of her. She did, however, take her time to bunch her skirt up to her hips before she pulled those panties down her legs until she could step out of them entirely. At the same time, she was careful to not even give him even a quick peek at her pussy.

Just to make him wait more.

He’d make it worth it.

His teeth nipped into his bottom lip as she crossed the room with those panties in her outstretched hand, ready to hand them over. He took the flimsy scrap of white lace from her grasp with a quick jerk of his hand that had her thighs clenching together to soothe the sudden ache now pulsing between her legs.

Sure enough, he tucked the panties into his pocket.

Marcus hummed his approval. “Show me what’s mine.”

“How?”

“Any way you want. For as long as it takes me to get what I need off, anyhow, and then I’m going to bend you over the edge of the bed and fuck you until my goddamn cock aches. I don’t care how you do it, just show me. Oh, and keep the damn dress on. After watching you walk around in that all night, I feel like it owes me and so do you.”

Cella laughed, feeling breathless already, as she walked backward until her thighs hit the edge of the bed. Sitting back, she hiked her skirt up all over again, this time not bothering at all to tease Marcus as she spread her thighs wide for him. Nothing was sexier than the way he groaned when she showed him just how wet she was with two fingers sweeping through her slit.

He, on the other hand, took his sweet time getting undressed. One goddamn button at a time while she continued toying with her sex, alternating between fucking herself with her fingers, and then rubbing circles into her clit.

“Want to come?” he asked.

Her air came out in a shuddering exhale. “I could.”

His blazer was long gone. His vest, tie, and then dress shirt followed the same path. Her thighs started to tremble when she rubbed the circles a little faster into her clit, and he worked his belt apart far too slowly for her liking.

“Do you like that? Getting teased like you did to me, I mean.”

Cella smirked. “But look at what it’s getting me, Marcus.”

He grunted low.

“Say it again.”

“What?” she breathed.

“My name—just before your orgasm, it sounds like a prayer.”