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“I’ve a feeling either you hate my suits or you’re obsessed with them.” I pull her into my arms and cup her face with my hands. I’m overwhelmed with the feeling of seeing her here at my place on my birthday. I push my nose in her hair, then lower it to her exposed shoulders. “What is it, Marr? Tell me.” I nip her collarbone.
“Neither of the two.” Her voice shakes as my mouth moves from her shoulder up toward her neck.
“I. Don’t. Believe. You.” I place wet kisses all over her skin.
“I…”
“You what?” I pull away from her just enough to look at her face. Her blue eyes, hidden behind the contrasting red frames, darken with desire. I narrow my gaze, willing her to tell me.
“I… searched for your pictures… online.” She hides her face in my chest. Her demureness gets me every fucking time. It’s an act of foreplay I wasn’t familiar with—or maybe it’s just her. “And I didn’t find a single picture of you in anything other than suits.”
I smile at her admission. Before I can chaff her further, her stomach growls and she giggles.
“Sorry,” she says
“Let’s discuss your stalking habits later, Ms. Marlin.” I pull her into the open kitchen area. “What will you have?” Grabbing her by the waist, I place her on one of the high barstools. “I learned you missed dinner tonight.”
“How do you know?” She clutches my forearms. We’re like moths to the flame of our love. We both can’t resist it.
I remember she asked me a question. It’s too easy to forget everything around her. I drag myself away from her. She needs to eat.
“Zane messaged me and said that Lukas drove you from Cherrywood this evening. I don’t think you made a dinner stop. What shall I make?” I ask, taking off my jacket.
Her eyes follow my movements. She’s as attracted to me as I am to her. “Anything you can cook fast. Something light.”
I look into the breadbasket and find a baguette. “Panini?” I raise an eyebrow. I know Marr is crazy for Italian.
“Excellent.” The reaction I was hoping for. “Lukas is your childhood friend?” When I don’t reply immediately, she adds, “He said so while we were driving.”
I cut the bread with more force than necessary before I glance her way. “You didn’t feel nervous with him.”
It’s not a question; I saw it in the office. Marr even waved goodbye when he left. He won my girl at their first meeting, something even I couldn’t do.
“Isn’t he closer in age to you than Zach and Zane?” Marr asks.
“Lukas is two years older than me. We were in the same foster home until Beast adopted us. We went with Beast, and he went to the military some time later. He came back a few years ago and joined a security firm with some other friends,” I state and add the tidbit of information that irks me the most. “But during all those years, he kept in contact with Zane.”
“You didn’t know about it? Is that the only reason you don’t like Lukas?” As usual, no rubbish, and she hits the bullseye.
“He and I, we have a difference of opinion on several matters.” I grab the back of my neck with agitation.
Sensing my discomfort, Marr concludes the discussion “Okay. When will the food be ready?” she asks and slides down the chair as if we were talking about food all long.
“Two more minutes, miss.” I give her a playful salute, happy with the change of discussion.
After checking on the bread in the griller, I join her in the living room. I place the two glasses of red wine on the table while Marr is busy searching for something in her bag. Minutes later, when I’m back with two pesto turkey paninis, she’s sitting on the couch with a wineglass in her hand and one small box wrapped in golden paper beside her.
“My gift?”
“Yeah.” She nods nervously as I place the plates on the table.
“Other than the one you’re going to give me after dinner that you were so keen to give me in my office?” My crude words catch her off guard, and she chokes on the wine. I rub her back, chuckling all along as she coughs deep. She glances at me with her wide eyes and gaping mouth.
“What? Don’t look at me like that. You were really offering to—” I flinch as she smacks my chest, but I soon burst into laughter. “Tell me, Marr.” My voice turns a note lower, and I whisper, “Would you have done it, blown me, if I’d have agreed?”
Her face turns all shades of red before she replies with a shy smile, “Guess you’ll never know.”
“Oh, baby, I’m so gonna regret this every minute of my life.” I thump my head back into the couch and groan. Images of Marr dressed in her black dress crouching under my office table with my dick in her mouth is a vision I can never wipe from my head.
