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‘please’.”
She growled at him, her fingers fisting in the blankets, and Mark leaned down and spread her open with two fingers, stroking just the tip of his tongue against her clit. He did it once. Slowly. And then again. She made a sound in the back of her throat that sounded like begging, but still didn't say please, so he licked a circle around it. Stroked his fingertips over the entrance to her body but didn't slide them inside.
“Oh,” she hissed. “Fuck.”
“‘Please’,” he reminded her, kissing her clit.
Her thighs trembled under his hands. Mark licked over her clit with the flat of his tongue, giving her exactly what he wanted, and then pulled away. Her whole body jerked.
“Mark. Oh. Please. Please .”
“You only had to ask. Not beg,” Mark teased as he answered, leaning in and rubbing his tongue over her. One of her hands slid out of the blankets to tangle in his hair, pulling almost enough to hurt, and Mark would have smiled but his mouth was a little busy at the moment. He pulled her clit between his lips just as two of his fingers slid inside her. Her spine arched, the hand in his hair clenching, and her thighs tried to close around his shoulders.
“Please,” she gasped again. “Again. Mark.”
He kept it up, working her almost roughly, making her writhe and shudder under his hands and his mouth until she was sobbing his name. He could feel how close she was, her whole body drawing tight. That was it. He didn't pull back to say it, wasn't that cruel. Another stroke of his tongue, another thrust of his fingers, and she was shaking apart under him with a cry.
Mark slowed, his tongue gentle and his fingers just stroking her, guiding her through the wash of release until she was slumped boneless and breathless on the bed.
“Oh my…” she breathed. “Damn!”
Mark slid his fingers free and crawled up the bed to lie beside her, wrapping her in his arms. “Good?”
“I think my legs don't work anymore.”
He laughed at that, and stole a kiss. “I'm pretty sure that means I did a hell of a job.”
“What it means is I'm never, ever letting you go. You're mine forever.”
His arms tightened around her. “I could think of worse things,” he answered, face buried in the soft fall of her hair, “than being yours forever.”
Erica turned, and he drew back enough that she could meet his eyes. He could feel the skin-warm metal of her engagement ring against his arm where her hand rested.
“Then it's settled,” she said, and there was something deeper than play in her voice. “You're mine.” She smiled, eyes searching his. “And I'm yours.”
“Absolutely. All the way.”
He was never letting her go, either. Not in a million years. A woman like her wasn't someone you chased off. She was worth everything. And not just because she was amazing in bed.
No, Mark thought, looking down at Erica as she curled closer into his arms, her breathing evening out into the rhythms of sleep. She was the kind of woman a man would risk everything for. And she would deserve it.
Mark couldn’t think of anything he wanted more in the world than to have her by his side.
Chapter 9
“So,” Jamie said into the phone as she pulled another plate off the stack and rinsed the remains of dinner from it. “Tell me all about it.”
“It was...” Christine paused, and Jamie could almost hear her thinking about what to say.
“If it wasn't good,” she said, “you know you can tell me, right? I'm not going to take Paul's side over yours or anything.”
“What? Oh. No.” Christine laughed a little. “No. It was really good, actually. It was exactly what I would have wanted from a first date. He was really sweet, Jamie.”
Paul had been working for them again for nearly a week, and he'd taken Christine out for their first date just the night before. Jamie smiled into the phone.
“That's great, Christine! I thought you two would get along well.”
“We did. I mean, he
She growled at him, her fingers fisting in the blankets, and Mark leaned down and spread her open with two fingers, stroking just the tip of his tongue against her clit. He did it once. Slowly. And then again. She made a sound in the back of her throat that sounded like begging, but still didn't say please, so he licked a circle around it. Stroked his fingertips over the entrance to her body but didn't slide them inside.
“Oh,” she hissed. “Fuck.”
“‘Please’,” he reminded her, kissing her clit.
Her thighs trembled under his hands. Mark licked over her clit with the flat of his tongue, giving her exactly what he wanted, and then pulled away. Her whole body jerked.
“Mark. Oh. Please. Please .”
“You only had to ask. Not beg,” Mark teased as he answered, leaning in and rubbing his tongue over her. One of her hands slid out of the blankets to tangle in his hair, pulling almost enough to hurt, and Mark would have smiled but his mouth was a little busy at the moment. He pulled her clit between his lips just as two of his fingers slid inside her. Her spine arched, the hand in his hair clenching, and her thighs tried to close around his shoulders.
“Please,” she gasped again. “Again. Mark.”
He kept it up, working her almost roughly, making her writhe and shudder under his hands and his mouth until she was sobbing his name. He could feel how close she was, her whole body drawing tight. That was it. He didn't pull back to say it, wasn't that cruel. Another stroke of his tongue, another thrust of his fingers, and she was shaking apart under him with a cry.
Mark slowed, his tongue gentle and his fingers just stroking her, guiding her through the wash of release until she was slumped boneless and breathless on the bed.
“Oh my…” she breathed. “Damn!”
Mark slid his fingers free and crawled up the bed to lie beside her, wrapping her in his arms. “Good?”
“I think my legs don't work anymore.”
He laughed at that, and stole a kiss. “I'm pretty sure that means I did a hell of a job.”
“What it means is I'm never, ever letting you go. You're mine forever.”
His arms tightened around her. “I could think of worse things,” he answered, face buried in the soft fall of her hair, “than being yours forever.”
Erica turned, and he drew back enough that she could meet his eyes. He could feel the skin-warm metal of her engagement ring against his arm where her hand rested.
“Then it's settled,” she said, and there was something deeper than play in her voice. “You're mine.” She smiled, eyes searching his. “And I'm yours.”
“Absolutely. All the way.”
He was never letting her go, either. Not in a million years. A woman like her wasn't someone you chased off. She was worth everything. And not just because she was amazing in bed.
No, Mark thought, looking down at Erica as she curled closer into his arms, her breathing evening out into the rhythms of sleep. She was the kind of woman a man would risk everything for. And she would deserve it.
Mark couldn’t think of anything he wanted more in the world than to have her by his side.
Chapter 9
“So,” Jamie said into the phone as she pulled another plate off the stack and rinsed the remains of dinner from it. “Tell me all about it.”
“It was...” Christine paused, and Jamie could almost hear her thinking about what to say.
“If it wasn't good,” she said, “you know you can tell me, right? I'm not going to take Paul's side over yours or anything.”
“What? Oh. No.” Christine laughed a little. “No. It was really good, actually. It was exactly what I would have wanted from a first date. He was really sweet, Jamie.”
Paul had been working for them again for nearly a week, and he'd taken Christine out for their first date just the night before. Jamie smiled into the phone.
“That's great, Christine! I thought you two would get along well.”
“We did. I mean, he
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