Page 74 of Marcus

Her thighs straddled his hips as she leaned in for a kiss. Marcus gave it to her, letting her taste the flavor of the cognac he’d only just swallowed still fresh on his tongue while her hands pulled at the buttons of his dress shirt. He was already yanking the fabric of her nightdress up around her stomach before he shoved a hand right down her panties to get his palm cupping her sex. His fingers drifted through her slit, already finding her slick and hot to the touch.

“Fuck, do you feel that, Cella? So wet for me already.”

Her airless laughter wrapped all around him, tightening against his chest and making him feel more insane than he already was with her near.

“See what you make me want to do?” she breathed against his mouth. “Look how you make me act, Marcus.”

“Fucking perfect. That’s what you are.”

And she was.

Cella might never believe it, but he would give away every last dollar in his bank account, if it meant he was allowed the pleasure of telling her that for the rest of his life. Because that’s what she did to him. That’s how she made him want to act.

So yes, he understood.

All too well.

She finally got his shirt pulled apart, her impatience earning her at least one popped button from his shirt. Not that he gave a single damn. She could ruin the fucking shirt, and he would thank her for it, quite frankly.

His mind fell to something else when she grabbed for the button on his slacks. “We need to go to the bedroom. My condoms—”

Cella’s hands hesitated, her head tipping up just enough for her gaze to catch his. He found the same desperation he felt that currently thrummed through his blood with every beat of his heart was reflected in her stare. He wanted nothing more to be inside her, fucking her crazy while she moaned his name loud enough that he’d hear it for days in his mind. That look in her eye said she wanted the same.

“It’s just you and me, right?” she asked. “That’s how it is for me.”

His hand that was still stroking her pussy just enough to tease and toying with her clit to keep her thighs trembling came to a stop. Just for that brief moment when he needed her to hear him the most more than he wanted to touch her.

“Just you and me,” he promised. “Unless you ever tell me otherwise.”

“I’m on the shot.”

“I don’t mind. It’s just down the hall, Cella.”

“No. I want you to have me like this, too”

That was all he needed to hear. Two of his fingers thrust into her pussy, twisting into her G-spot when she pulled apart the button on his slacks. He didn’t even care about the bite of the zipper against the length of his cock when she pulled him free from his boxer-briefs without waiting for him to lift a bit to give her more room to work with.

All he thought about was her.

How she looked on him.

How it would feel to slide into her so slowly that she would whine.

When she came that first time …

Those were the things he wanted, and he didn’t care about a little discomfort if it meant getting those things from her. His fingers withdrew from her sex, and still wet with her arousal, he fisted the gusset of her panties and shoved them to the side as she raised higher.

His other hand flattened to her ass with a crack from a slap, and then his fingers flexed into the pert roundness to get her really feeling him while she lined his cock up to her slit. She rubbed the head of him against her, wetting him with her and teasing herself.

But then she slid down him.

He held her tight, listening to the air rush from her parted lips as he made her slow down.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” he told her.

Cella took him slow.

Inch by inch.