Page 186 of Red Marked

No!

I’m out of the bed before she’s finished slapping at the alarm. My shorts are on the floor where I shoved them down last night. I yank them up and hunt for my T-shirt.

Star pushes up on one elbow and rubs her eyes with the heel of her hand. The sheet slides down and puddles around her waist. There’s a mark on her left breast, right by the nipple, that I’m fairly sure I put there.

I fell asleep, and I stayed the whole damned night.

There’s daylight coming around the edges of the blind.

“Oh shit,” she mutters. “You’re still here.”

“Wash yourself twice. Use body wash…lots of it.” I find my T-shirt under the dresser and drag it over my head. “I came inside you…a whole lot of times.”

“Yes, you did.” She smiles, slow and satisfied.

“It isn’t a good thing. Someone might scent me on you.” I sit on the edge of the bed to put my shoes on. One of the laces is knotted. “Wear perfume as well, and deodorant. Wash between your legs with the handheld sprayer from the bath.”

“That could be fun.”

My dick twitches.

“I mean it, Star. I’m being serious.”

I wish I could watch her washing her pussy.

No! Shit!

“I’ll wash and do all the things.” She stretches, and the sheet drops another inch. “I’ll soak the sheets myself. I’m not taking them anywhere near the laundry room. You’d better get out of here.”

I look at her and grin. I can’t help it.

The sex was off the charts. That’s why I slept like the dead. We went at it like freaking rabbits for half the night. I closed my eyes for a second. Just a second, so I could catch my breath, and I fell asleep.

“We really can’t do that again.”

“Just go already.” She gets up and flaps a hand at me. She’s naked, and she’s standing in a strip of morning light, and my dick stirs against my zipper.

I want to fuck her again. Right now. Against the wall.

Star has an effect on me that I’ve never experienced before.

Instead of lingering, I turn around and hightail it the fuck out of there.

I get down her hall without seeing anyone. Then down the stairs and along my own hall.

Thank fuck.

I’m just starting to think I might be home free, about three doors from my apartment, when the door on my right opens, and Atlas steps out into the hallway.

Fuck!

He stops dead, and his brows go up.

I’m in last night’s clothes. I smell like sex. I smell like Star. I know it. There is nothing I can say that will make this look like anything other than what it is.

Noooooo!

“Don’t say anything,” I tell him in a gruff voice.