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“Maddie’s out and she’s safe in her father’s arms,” he announced, and we cheered until we realized that he hadn’t mentioned Tia.
“Where’s Tia?” asked Fee sharply.
He told us that Arjun had escaped in a car, with Tia as his hostage.
Ruby and I clutched at each other’s hands in fear throughout the long car chase that culminated in Arjun’s death. Marcus was driving, while Leo tried to stop Arjun by shooting out the tires of his car. and I prayed under my breath to a God I wasn’t even sure existed to bring them all back home safely.
Later, all of us crowded into the hospital’s waiting room until we were sure Tia was going to be fine. After the doctor reassured us that she would make a complete recovery in a few days, Ruby and I took Fee and Maddie home. I had left Rose at home with a temporary nanny from an agency, and I just wanted to hug my baby tightly and thank God for bringing my family back safely. For that’s what they were. My family.
Fee showed me to a bedroom in Marcus’s wing of the house, and it turned out to be right next to his room, with a connecting door.
“The nanny can stay with Rose all night if you like,” she said meaningfully, and I tried not to blush.
But after the scare that I’d had today, I needed to spend the night in Marcus’s arms, to convince myself that he was safe.
I put Rose to bed and promised the nanny that I’d look in on them later, before I took a quick shower in Marcus’s large bathroom, wondering why he’d want to stay in a hotel at all when his own house was so beautiful. I forced myself to get out from under the hot spray when my skin turned red and pruny and wrapped myself in his thick bathrobe. I was drying my hair in his bedroom when he walked in.
He froze at the sight of me sitting on the edge of his bed in his robe, and I wondered if I’d made a huge mistake.
“Do you not want me here?” I asked hesitantly.
Marcus let out a slight laugh.
“Sweetheart, I have dreamed of nothing but this ever since I left you that day at your club. Now that you’re here, I’m never letting you go, Celine. You’re mine, now and forever,” he declared fiercely.
If the events of the past few hours had taught me anything, it was that I needed to hold on to what was mine.
“Forever, Marcus,” I echoed, walking up to him.
He dug his hands into my hair and kissed me with all the pain he’d been holding in for the past few hours. I kissed him back with all the love I had for him, absorbing that pain and trying to make it better.
“Stay here while I take the fastest shower in the world,” he ordered, dragging his mouth away from mine.
True to his word, he was back in five minutes, wearing nothing but a towel. I dropped the robe and walked to him in nothing but my six-inch heels. His eyes flared as he took in the view and his erection tented his towel like you could set up a camp under there.
I held Marcus’s eyes as I reached out and palmed his hardness. He closed his eyes as if he was in pain and groaned. I smiled as I pulled at the knot holding the towel in place.
Without a word, I dropped to a low squat and took him in my mouth, loving the feel of him on my tongue. Marcus grabbed a handful of hair and held my head in place as I sucked him deeply. But all too soon, he tapped me on the head and raised me up.
He backed me into his dressing table and turned me around to face the mirror.
“Spread your legs, gorgeous,” he commanded, and I swear, my insides spasmed at his words. A gush of wetness coated his fingers as he probed at my nether lips.
“You’re ready for me,” he murmured. “So wet.”
I stuck my hips back at him invitingly.
“Don’t make me wait, Marcus,” I ordered.
He smiled as he rolled on a condom, and bent me over the table as he thrust into me in one smooth move. I gripped the edges of the table as tightly as I could and matched him stroke for stroke. I watched us in the mirror, and it was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Marcus held my eyes as I went over the edge, squeezing him tightly with my inner muscles, but he wasn’t done yet.
When I opened my eyes, he turned me around gently and lifted me to sit on the edge of the dressing table. I raised my legs and wound them around his hips and he thrust into me again. I locked my ankles together and squeezed my inner muscles on his upstroke, making beads of sweat appear at the edges of his temples.
“You little witch,” he murmured and nipped at my lips before he kissed me hard.
I sucked on his tongue as he started moving faster and harder, and in no time, I was coming again. The orgasm swept through me like a gale-force wind, leaving me limp and shaking. Marcus let out a guttural groan as he came in my arms. He raised his head and held my eyes.
“I love you, Celine,” he whispered.
