the proverbial corner. No wonder Marker Man was in demand to consult with every major company in the city, not to mention the senate wanting him back. He scowled again at his friend’s serene profile, then muttered, “You remember the JAG officers…the three who approached us at the party?”
“Ohhh yeah.” A grin breached Mark’s lips. “The two little ones were cute. Didn’t they stick around for a while? But of course, you fixated on that leggy brunette. The one who glared like you were every box in her ‘no’ column checked off. Man, she did not like y—” The guy broke into a knowing chuckle as Dante’s face tightened. “Hell. It is the brunette. You dog! How on earth—”
“Long story. Too long. Let’s just say I ended up escorting her home. Let’s just say things progressed from there. Fast.”
“Okay. So what’s the problem? Was it shitty sex?”
“No.” He polished off the whiskey and flagged the barkeep for another. “No. Fuck . No. It was…” He grabbed a napkin and twisted the thing until it shredded. “Let’s just say I’m surprised the roof stayed on, you know?”
Mark glanced in confusion. “For her as well as you?”
He closed his eyes for a second. All too clearly, his mind filled with the beauty of Celina’s face against the pillows, the ecstasy of her body around him. His cock pulsed in his jeans, still craving the feeling of her vagina squeezing him as he’d brought her to orgasm. She’d come even harder the second time, when he’d ordered her to grip the headboard while he slammed into her from behind and thumbed her clit with every thrust.
“Yeah,” he finally said. “She—uh—well, it was mutual. Yes.”
He watched his friend barely contain a smirk. “Usually that’s not a problem, Dante.”
His new drink arrived. He was shocked he didn’t shatter the glass as he gripped it. “Usually I don’t do what I did on Friday, either.”
“Oh?”
He squeezed his eyes shut again. When he opened them, the room started to swim a little. Thank God. The whiskey simmered in his blood none too soon, bringing with it the words he’d never be able to utter sober.
“Celina’s different, Mark. She’s smart and strong…and lippy and defiant. She brought out shit in me…” He gave his throat another handshake with the Glenlivet. “Fuck. I had no idea where it came from. Jesus, I—”
A fast glance at Mark didn’t turn up a shred of judgment on the man’s face. But there wasn’t understanding there either. Hell. He was going to have to say it.
“I struck her, man. I did it hard. And not just once.”
Three seconds of assessing silence bounced back from his friend. Then Mark said in a calm undertone, “You mean you spanked her.”
Dante swallowed heavily. And damn it, fought to forget the other body parts getting heavy as well. His balls felt like chunks of coal, and his cock was a battering ram, just from the memory of how his hand had felt on the firm globes of her ass. “Yeah. I—I guess you could say that.”
“And you liked it.”
He stared at his friend. “How can you be so conversational about this?”
“Just answer the question. Did you like it?”
“Yes, goddamn it. I liked it, okay?” The room tilted in commiseration. Who was he kidding? He’d loved it. He wanted more of it. Now . More of taming her fire, harnessing her lightning, making her scream and writhe and orgasm for him.
“Fuck!” He couldn’t keep the memories from filling his mind.
“And you probably liked the rest of it too.”
That shaved a discomfiting hunk off his buzz. “What the hell do you mean, the rest of it?” he snapped. “There was no ‘rest of it’!”
Mark frowned. “No pulling her hair? No growling a few orders? Having her get into position and stay there?” The man’s mouth ticked up. “No loving how that made her turn to putty in your arms? And maybe a few other consistencies too?”
“Shit.”
“So there was a bit of the rest.”
He
“Ohhh yeah.” A grin breached Mark’s lips. “The two little ones were cute. Didn’t they stick around for a while? But of course, you fixated on that leggy brunette. The one who glared like you were every box in her ‘no’ column checked off. Man, she did not like y—” The guy broke into a knowing chuckle as Dante’s face tightened. “Hell. It is the brunette. You dog! How on earth—”
“Long story. Too long. Let’s just say I ended up escorting her home. Let’s just say things progressed from there. Fast.”
“Okay. So what’s the problem? Was it shitty sex?”
“No.” He polished off the whiskey and flagged the barkeep for another. “No. Fuck . No. It was…” He grabbed a napkin and twisted the thing until it shredded. “Let’s just say I’m surprised the roof stayed on, you know?”
Mark glanced in confusion. “For her as well as you?”
He closed his eyes for a second. All too clearly, his mind filled with the beauty of Celina’s face against the pillows, the ecstasy of her body around him. His cock pulsed in his jeans, still craving the feeling of her vagina squeezing him as he’d brought her to orgasm. She’d come even harder the second time, when he’d ordered her to grip the headboard while he slammed into her from behind and thumbed her clit with every thrust.
“Yeah,” he finally said. “She—uh—well, it was mutual. Yes.”
He watched his friend barely contain a smirk. “Usually that’s not a problem, Dante.”
His new drink arrived. He was shocked he didn’t shatter the glass as he gripped it. “Usually I don’t do what I did on Friday, either.”
“Oh?”
He squeezed his eyes shut again. When he opened them, the room started to swim a little. Thank God. The whiskey simmered in his blood none too soon, bringing with it the words he’d never be able to utter sober.
“Celina’s different, Mark. She’s smart and strong…and lippy and defiant. She brought out shit in me…” He gave his throat another handshake with the Glenlivet. “Fuck. I had no idea where it came from. Jesus, I—”
A fast glance at Mark didn’t turn up a shred of judgment on the man’s face. But there wasn’t understanding there either. Hell. He was going to have to say it.
“I struck her, man. I did it hard. And not just once.”
Three seconds of assessing silence bounced back from his friend. Then Mark said in a calm undertone, “You mean you spanked her.”
Dante swallowed heavily. And damn it, fought to forget the other body parts getting heavy as well. His balls felt like chunks of coal, and his cock was a battering ram, just from the memory of how his hand had felt on the firm globes of her ass. “Yeah. I—I guess you could say that.”
“And you liked it.”
He stared at his friend. “How can you be so conversational about this?”
“Just answer the question. Did you like it?”
“Yes, goddamn it. I liked it, okay?” The room tilted in commiseration. Who was he kidding? He’d loved it. He wanted more of it. Now . More of taming her fire, harnessing her lightning, making her scream and writhe and orgasm for him.
“Fuck!” He couldn’t keep the memories from filling his mind.
“And you probably liked the rest of it too.”
That shaved a discomfiting hunk off his buzz. “What the hell do you mean, the rest of it?” he snapped. “There was no ‘rest of it’!”
Mark frowned. “No pulling her hair? No growling a few orders? Having her get into position and stay there?” The man’s mouth ticked up. “No loving how that made her turn to putty in your arms? And maybe a few other consistencies too?”
“Shit.”
“So there was a bit of the rest.”
He
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