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“Are you creeping into my bedroom?”
“Would never dream of it.”
“If you wanted to see my bedroom…” He leans in close, placing his hand on my hip to press my body into the door frame. “All you have to do is ask. I’d be happy to show you every inch of that room.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Would you now?”
“I would. In fact, it would bring megreatpleasure.”
“I’m starting to feel like it would bringmegreat pleasure too, boss man.”
His face dives into my neck. I hear him groan as he inhales the scent of me while his arm scoops around my back. Pulling me close to him, erasing every inch that’s between us.
“Marc,” I practically moan out in pleasure.
“If you’re a good girl,” his breath is hot on the nape of my neck. “I’ll give you an official tour of the room later.”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” I practically pant out the words. Pressing my hips into him, craving friction and forgetting the fact that we have guests here.
“Damn, Ave.” He presses his body harder into me, as if he can’t stand being disconnected from me. “So eager for my cock. Such a greedy girl, grinding your pussy on my leg when we have guests in our home.”
Our home.
A smile touches my lips that I can’t fight off.
“I can’t help it. You have a perfect cock.”
He growls. A deep rumble from deep in his chest. “Avery. I will fucking kick them out of this house right this second.”
“I wish you would.” I give him a devious smirk.
“Don’t tease me, Princess. I’m not against spinning you around, bending you over and fucking you right here against this wall.”
“I wish you would do that too,” I repeat my words. Running my hand down his rock hard stomach, I can feel every muscle under my feather-like touch through his shirt. I trail the palm of my hand past the waistband of his jeans, until it lands on his cock. I moan as I feel the hardness under my skin through his jeans. “It would feel so fucking good, Marc.”
“We have to get back out there.” Marc takes a step back. Adjusting himself in his jeans. “This conversation isn’t over.”
He saunters back down the hall, and I follow like a puppy chasing after its owner.
The next hour is filled with awkwardness and tension. I can’t help but feel like Cathy might be onto us. My little issue of not knowing where the bathroom was doesn’t help our case. She has been badgering us with questions since we got back. Back to how we met, how he asked me out, how he proposed. At one point Bill even asked her to ask us anything else.
Marc is on edge, and I can feel it radiating off of him.
It’s likely a mix of what happened in the hallway, and the questions being fired at us.
“What made you decide on a spring wedding?” Cathy asks.
“I love the flowers blossoming that time of year,” I answer honestly. “A winter wedding runs the risk of snow and ice.”
“Do you have plans for your honeymoon?” she asks without even acknowledging the previous answer. I feel like I’m in my own round of twenty-one questions.
“I—”
“Paris,” Marc answers for me. “She’s never been to Paris, and I want to take her.”
“Oh, Marc.” Cathy clutches her chest in awe. “That’s the most perfect place. You’re going to fall in love, Avery.”
I think I just might…Dammit.
