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“And I will handle it,” he replied firmly.

Because if his father could use that and that’s the end of it tone, then so could Marcus.

Be a boss, raise a boss.

Gian made this.

Marcus.

“And now I have somewhere to be,” he told his father, standing from the table, “so if you’ll excuse me, I would like to get back to that.”

Gian sighed, nodding at the rear doors of the mansion. “Say hello to Cella for me.”

“I will. Have a good day, Papa.”

It took Marcus entirely too long to battle traffic and get home to the house in the suburbs. The clock on his dashboard said it was a little past noon—far later than he expected to get back. With his mind running a million miles a minute, considering all the shit his father said because what if Gian had been right?

What if he was fucking up?

Missing something …

He was so distracted, in fact, that he didn’t even notice the vehicle he parked beside in his own driveway. That’s what people didn’t realize when it came to Marcus. When someone second-guessed him and made it known, that had him checking himself, too.

He couldn’t have that.

Couldn’t expend the energy.

Or the problems it might cause.

His flustered mind quickly cleared as he walked up the front steps to the house, and the door flung open. It wasn’t that he’d forgotten about Cella coming, but all the other shit piled into his head and took over for a short bit. He finally realized he’d parked beside her car.

And that she was now standing in front of him.

Marcus smiled.

Light came back to his life.

“Hey,” he said.

Cella’s grin blew wide before she came out the door. His arms were already open, ready to catch her as she darted forward. The second she was in his embrace, nothing else but her mattered. Those painted-red lips of hers pressed against his, and all he cared about was getting her inside his house and closing out the rest of the world.

Between his kisses, she managed to mumble against his lips, “Missed you. Tiffany is having a nap because she was too excited to sleep much last night, and she can’t sleep in the car. So, if you are really quiet, then we might be able to—”

“You mean, if you can keep quiet.”

His lips traveled down her throat, and he kicked the door closed behind him.

Cella laughed. “Well, yeah.”

Perfect.

He could work with that.

And what better way to spend an afternoon than fucking this woman?

Cella hummed out a soft moan as Marcus’s fingertips glided down her naked spine with a soft, tantalizing touch. As though her clit weren’t still throbbing with every grind of his hips upward into her. His still-hard cock jerked inside. He’d already fucked her crazy and came once before getting her like this, too.

“Well,” she breathed against his hard chest when her lips pressed down to kiss the damp skin there, “at least we made it to the bedroom.”