of them call out, “That was hot.” He turned to get a better look at the speaker but Sydney pushed his shoulder to keep moving.
The moment the elevator doors closed, Marcus began undressing himself. Sydney was still reveling in her recent orgasm. By the time they reached the door to Marcus’ suite, all that was left to remove were his pants. He closed the door behind them, threw his clothes on the floor, and grabbed the hem of Sydney’s dress to pull it over her head. Sydney slid off her panties while Marcus removed his pants.
They stood naked, just staring at each other, and then Sydney threw her arms around his neck, hoisting herself up and wrapping her legs around his waist. “I believe you promised me a fucking.”
Shaking his head in disbelief, Marcus bolted for the bedroom. When they reached the bed, Sydney didn’t even let go of him. She just leaned back and dragged Marcus with her. For a split second, she felt the ball of his barbell brush against her clit, and then pushed into her.
They fucked for hours. Marcus on top, then Sydney on top. Marcus standing and Sydney on the edge of the bed. Sydney face down and Marcus ramming her doggy style. Sydney’s legs were stretched in so many directions that she felt like a rubber band.
Afterward, they sprawled on their backs in exhaustion next to each other.
“I never go back on my promises,” Marcus commented without even opening his eyes.
“I’ll never doubt you again.” She could barely keep her eyes open.
Marcus turned on his side and propped his head on his hand. “Sydney, stay the night with me.” He brushed her hair away from her face. She was already fast asleep. He gently kissed her swollen lips, reached for the sheets, and covered them.
CHAPTER seven
Even though Marcus felt covered by hot flesh, he was totally content. He couldn’t remember the last time his sleep had been so restful.
Sydney had her head in the crook of his neck, her arm draped across his chest and her leg bent over his leg. She must have been very comfortable because every time she exhaled, she let out a little sigh.
Marcus was mesmerized. He couldn’t bear to move her. He brushed her hair off her face so he could look at her. He ran his knuckles over her cheek and traced her lips with his finger. He placed the softest kiss on her lips. She didn’t even stir. She didn’t seem real to him.
He lay there for a little while longer just holding her. It was so peaceful that he fell back asleep again. He didn’t have any client meetings today, so he had the choice to spend the whole day in bed.
Sydney awoke with a jolt. She didn’t know if she was having a dream or not. Even awake, she wondered if she was still dreaming. She was in bed with the Adonis. Rolling to her belly, Sydney crossed her arms on his chest, rested her chin on her hands, and just watched him as he slept.
It wasn’t long before those gray eyes were staring back at her through long, thick lashes.
“Morning.” Her greeting sounded more like a question than a statement. She had no idea what time of day it was.
“Yes. And good morning to you,” Marcus replied with a kiss to her nose. “Did you sleep well?”
“I feel completely rejuvenated. A shower would be great. I feel sticky all over.”
“You’re welcome to clean up in my shower.”
Sydney swept her gaze over his room. “Damn, this is nice. You’re not part of the Mob or a drug dealer or any kinda shit like that, are you?” She blurted, uncertain if she really wanted to hear the answer.
“Seriously? What would make you think any of those things? And no. To all of them.” Now Marcus was waiting for an explanation.
“I don’t know. You went and spent all that money at the mall yesterday. Then there was the VIP Booth at the nightclub last night, plus the liquor. Did we drink both bottles? Don’t answer that,” she said quickly placing her hand over his mouth. “I already know the answer or I
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