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My mouth drops open and I stop next to the bed. “I cannot believe that you said that. You sound like a damned caveman.”
“Hey,” His chest puffs out. “I got my baby planted. I feel good about that.”
I climb into bed and glare at him. “Yeah. Well, since you did it…now you can rub my back.”
“I would love to rub your back and your front.”
“I can’t with you. What is wrong with you? Did you get hit in the head as a child?”
“Nope. Just built this way.”
“Lucky me,” I groan. His big, calloused hands settle on my shoulders and knead deep into the tissue, making me moan, sinking into his touch.
“How was work?” He says, digging into the middle of my back with his fingertips and knuckles.
“Oh my god!” I whimper, melting happily into Marcus’s hands. “I love your hands.”
“I hope you love more than my hands,” he laughs, kneading harder.
“Right now, it’s mostly your hands.”
“Sassy girl.”
“Always.”
I lie down and stretch, smiling when he lies next to me and slips his big arms around me, holding me gently. He kisses my cheek and then rests behind me, his big body curved all around me, protecting me, comforting me.
I yawn and stretch, feeling my muscles give in to relaxation finally.
“You know you are really good at that, baby.”
“What?” He asks.
“Taking care of me. Making me feel safe and protected.”
“That’s because I would happily kill someone if they fucked with you and you know it.”
I chuckle and turn my body, my face buried in his neck. I breathe deep and it feels like my whole body goes up in flames.
“You would not. You’re a good man.”
“I’m your good man. To everyone else I’m a bastard who they don’t want to cross.”
I giggle and then I feel the hard bar in his lounge pants pressed into my front. “Seems like you’ve got a little problem there, baby.”
“I always have that problem when you’re around.”
I reach down and tug his lounge pants down, his cock popping free. My mouth salivates and my stomach feels like I’m on a rollercoaster. I lean down and my tongue caresses the underside of his mushroom-shaped head.
“Fuck,” he hisses out. “I thought we were going to talk.”
I blow a breath of hot air across his cock head and he jumps, swearing when his dick jumps.
“Are you sure you just want to talk? I can think of some other things we can do right now.”
“Baby, you’re killing me. I’m trying to be a good guy.”
“What if I want you to be a very bad boy? I think I’d like that a lot better.”
