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expect when you’ve denied
yourself for so long?
He stands and swiftly pushes the coffee
table to the left. He smiles at what I assume is a dazed look on my
face. “Can you help? I haven’t worked one of these since
college.”
It takes a moment for my desire-addled brain
to catch up. “Sure.” I haul myself up, aware of his heated gaze
watching my every move. Without too much effort, I lift the futon
frame in the right spot, releasing the mattress from its upright
position to slide flat.
“Nice work.”
I don’t respond, unable to tear my eyes away
from the tenting in his boxers. The material pulls against his
straining flesh, making my hands itch with the desire to slide the
fabric away and let him spring free.
His low chuckle draws my attention upward.
“You look spell bound. What naughty thoughts are running through
your head?”
Unbidden the words spill out before I can
stop them. “I want to strip off your boxers and explore every inch
of you. I want to watch your cock throb in time to your heartbeat
and then I want to slick the satiny flesh with my mouth, taking you
deep. I want to hear you moan.”
His chest expands while his arms flex at his
side. “Wow. That was more than I bargained for.” His hands fly to
his waistband, eager to fulfill my demands. “Hold up.” Marcus looks
me over, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “I think we’re jumping
the gun a little bit.” He motions with his chin toward me. “You
still have your pants on.”
I jut one slim hip to the side, resting a
hand on it to emphasize my swagger as I stalk toward him. “Why
don’t you take them off for me?”
He reaches for me. “I thought you’d never
ask.”
Chapter Eight
Marcus
Katrina is a vision of sensuality and power as she
closes the distance between us. The quiet shy girl from the bar is
gone, a lean mean sex machine in her place. If you had told me this
afternoon I’d be in the back room of a store with a woman who made
my heart sing and my body scream with desire I’d never have
believed it. Especially if you’d told me right after I’d met her
earlier this evening.
Where is the hesitant woman who struggled
with small talk? Where is the embarrassed chit who grabbed the sex
die from my hand in the cab? She is here, without a doubt, but
wrapped up in the complex woman standing before me in a plain bra
and exercise pants.
I drop to my knees in front of her, resting
my hands on her waistband. “Are you sure? I know we haven’t known
each other long. We don’t have to rush into anything if you’d
prefer to wait.”
She runs a hand through my hair, gripping
the strands in a fist and releasing them. “How is time relevant? I
want you. I want to let go and be in the moment. Be there with
me—please?”
I nod and eagerly work the tight fabric over
her hips, careful to leave her panties in place. I have no
intention of rushing if I don’t have to. Her flat stomach dips
between her slim hips, the scrap of white cotton over her mound
more of an enticement than any silk or lace I’ve ever seen.
Unable to resist, I lean forward, placing
tentative kisses along the white elastic far below her belly
button. My hands slide the stretchy pants to her thighs, trapping
them together while I explore the parts revealed. I cup her tight
ass, squeezing the firm globes gently, reveling in her body.
Eventually my hands venture lower, skimming
over the taut skin on the back of her legs. I gradually ease the
yoga pants down past her knees, gratified in my actions by the
gasps sounding above me.
“Who knew you’d be such a tease, Marcus?
You’re killing me.”
“Hush.” I mumble against her skin. “You love
it.”
Once the fabric hits the floor, she steps
out of the garment, crawling onto the futon. “Come up here and join
me.” Her voice a raspy purr in the candlelight.
I mirror her movements, walking on hands and
knees until I cover her slender form. Without the baggy
yourself for so long?
He stands and swiftly pushes the coffee
table to the left. He smiles at what I assume is a dazed look on my
face. “Can you help? I haven’t worked one of these since
college.”
It takes a moment for my desire-addled brain
to catch up. “Sure.” I haul myself up, aware of his heated gaze
watching my every move. Without too much effort, I lift the futon
frame in the right spot, releasing the mattress from its upright
position to slide flat.
“Nice work.”
I don’t respond, unable to tear my eyes away
from the tenting in his boxers. The material pulls against his
straining flesh, making my hands itch with the desire to slide the
fabric away and let him spring free.
His low chuckle draws my attention upward.
“You look spell bound. What naughty thoughts are running through
your head?”
Unbidden the words spill out before I can
stop them. “I want to strip off your boxers and explore every inch
of you. I want to watch your cock throb in time to your heartbeat
and then I want to slick the satiny flesh with my mouth, taking you
deep. I want to hear you moan.”
His chest expands while his arms flex at his
side. “Wow. That was more than I bargained for.” His hands fly to
his waistband, eager to fulfill my demands. “Hold up.” Marcus looks
me over, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “I think we’re jumping
the gun a little bit.” He motions with his chin toward me. “You
still have your pants on.”
I jut one slim hip to the side, resting a
hand on it to emphasize my swagger as I stalk toward him. “Why
don’t you take them off for me?”
He reaches for me. “I thought you’d never
ask.”
Chapter Eight
Marcus
Katrina is a vision of sensuality and power as she
closes the distance between us. The quiet shy girl from the bar is
gone, a lean mean sex machine in her place. If you had told me this
afternoon I’d be in the back room of a store with a woman who made
my heart sing and my body scream with desire I’d never have
believed it. Especially if you’d told me right after I’d met her
earlier this evening.
Where is the hesitant woman who struggled
with small talk? Where is the embarrassed chit who grabbed the sex
die from my hand in the cab? She is here, without a doubt, but
wrapped up in the complex woman standing before me in a plain bra
and exercise pants.
I drop to my knees in front of her, resting
my hands on her waistband. “Are you sure? I know we haven’t known
each other long. We don’t have to rush into anything if you’d
prefer to wait.”
She runs a hand through my hair, gripping
the strands in a fist and releasing them. “How is time relevant? I
want you. I want to let go and be in the moment. Be there with
me—please?”
I nod and eagerly work the tight fabric over
her hips, careful to leave her panties in place. I have no
intention of rushing if I don’t have to. Her flat stomach dips
between her slim hips, the scrap of white cotton over her mound
more of an enticement than any silk or lace I’ve ever seen.
Unable to resist, I lean forward, placing
tentative kisses along the white elastic far below her belly
button. My hands slide the stretchy pants to her thighs, trapping
them together while I explore the parts revealed. I cup her tight
ass, squeezing the firm globes gently, reveling in her body.
Eventually my hands venture lower, skimming
over the taut skin on the back of her legs. I gradually ease the
yoga pants down past her knees, gratified in my actions by the
gasps sounding above me.
“Who knew you’d be such a tease, Marcus?
You’re killing me.”
“Hush.” I mumble against her skin. “You love
it.”
Once the fabric hits the floor, she steps
out of the garment, crawling onto the futon. “Come up here and join
me.” Her voice a raspy purr in the candlelight.
I mirror her movements, walking on hands and
knees until I cover her slender form. Without the baggy
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