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“You’re not driving yourself?” Marr comes around and puts her hand on my waist.
“No. I’ll probably sleep during the ride. I’ve got back-to-back meetings tomorrow,” I mutter while nuzzling her neck. I don’t want to talk about going back.
Dammit, I don’t even want to think about going back. I want to stay with her, learn more about her.
“Did your absence in St. Peppers affect the business a lot?”
“I might have to pull some loose strings when I get back but spending time here with you was worth every second, couch girl.” Foreign emotion swells my heart. This ache is unknown to me. “I hate leaving when we just started. I was so looking forward to spending more time with you.” I swallow hard. I’ve never spoken such words to anyone. As a child, I pledged to never make the mistakes of my father—foolishly loving a woman—but this girl… this girl has breached all my walls and made a beeline for my heart.
She cups my face between her delicate fingers. “Me too, Zander. But I understand that you have responsibilities.” The tremor in her voice betrays the steel she’s trying to put in it.
“You really understand?” I smile, already well aware of her answer.
“To be honest, I don’t. I really want you to stay the night, along with all other nights.” I love the raw honesty in her voice.
“Only nights? Oh, Ms. Marlin, are you using me for pleasure?”
“No.” Her eyes widen. “You wicked man, I mean all days and nights.”
She attempts to smack my chest, but I capture her hand before it can land anywhere over me. I bring it to my mouth, gently kissing her palm. Her eyes flutter closed when I suck on her fingers, but those blue gems, simmering with desire, open while I nibble on her soft flesh.
Her frequent moans and deep sighs take all my breath away, and once again, I curse the thought of leaving her too soon.
I lead her to the edge of the bed and unbutton her shirt before pulling it away from her soft body. I’m surprised to see a pink lace bra.
When did she change?
I rub my hands against the soft material. I’m having a hard time believing my sweet Marr has a penchant for fancy lingerie. My moving hands rub against her hard nipples, which are straining through the silky fabric. I push the material down and uncover her beautiful breasts before tugging on her nipples.
She whimpers, eyes closed, head thrown back as her hands rest on my chest, clutching my shirt tightly. I bend down and lick her skin. Her back arches further as I move my hands down to the waistband of her jeans and unbutton them. I give her a final kiss before getting down on my knees. I push the zipper down and tug her jeans lower.
She’s still wearing socks, and I decide to keep them. They look cute.
Finally, she stands before me in only her undergarments and sky-blue fuzzy socks, her breasts uncovered. I undress in record time until I’m standing before her in only my boxer briefs.
“I want to try something if you’re up for it,” I whisper in her ear.
“W-what is it?” she stutters, seeming to be equally nervous and excited.
“Come with me.” I grab her hand and lead her to the bathroom.
I had this thought while I was in her shower yesterday morning. There’s an unusually big mirror above the sink.
I turn Marr to face it. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees her reflection. Her hair’s disheveled, eyes heavy with lust, face flushed, and not to mention the indecent and sensual state of her bra. I stand behind her, bringing my hands to her breasts once again and caressing her softness.
Her eyes drift close.
“No, Marr, eyes on the mirror.”
She flutters her eyelids open.
I unclasp her bra and drag the fabric away. I bring my hand to the waistband of her panties, then push them down to her knees. She shuffles as the small piece of fabric lands on her feet. I bring my fingers to her mouth and she kisses them.
When I press them to her lips, I meet her questioning gaze in the mirror.
“Just suck my fingers,” I whisper, and she does. She sucks my fingers in the same way I sucked hers a few minutes back.
I kiss her shoulders and bring my hand down from her mouth to the apex of her thighs. As I move my fingers over her wetness, her breathing turns into soft moans.
