Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
She was adorable.
* * *
“Come here, you’re all tense. I’ll help you relax.” Marcus surprised her by sliding onto his back then positioning her on top of him. Firm fingers dug into her bottom.
Oh. Ohhh. Who’d have thought she’d like a butt massage?
But it was divine. He moved his fingers up her back, gentling his touch, mindful of her bruises.
“You have magic fingers.”
“I do. And that’s not the only magical part of me. Just wait until you experience what I can do with my tongue.”
He’d reached her shoulders by now and she honestly felt like a bowl of jelly.
“Sweetie, we have got to start getting you regular massages. You’re so tense. If I have to make the sacrifice and massage you every day, I’ll do it.”
“You are truly self-sacrificing,” she replied.
“I know. It’s tough. But I’ll soldier through. There’s just one rule.”
“What’s that?” she mumbled. She could fall asleep right now.
“You have to be naked when I give them. And I get to be naked too. Hmm, naked massages are the best. We should try that now.”
“Do you think we’d actually do any massaging?”
“Haven’t you heard of a happy ending?”
She snorted. “Marcus!”
“What? Are you saying you wouldn’t like me to finish your massage with my tongue on your clit?”
Nope. She wasn’t going to say that at all. Her entire body wanted that.
Right. Now.
As if he sensed where her thoughts were going, he sat up and tugged at her top. “Off. Now.”
“You’re so demanding.”
“I don’t like to deny myself. And right now, I want my mouth on your nipple.”
Her breath sped up as he drew her sweater, then her T-shirt off, revealing her plain cotton bra. She blushed. She’d refused to let him take her lingerie shopping the other day. Instead, she’d managed to find a couple of plain bras at a big department store.
Hadn’t thought that through, had she?
Right now, she could be wearing something sexy and lacy instead of plain and boring.
“Sorry, I know it’s kind of boring.”
“What is? Your boobs? There is nothing boring about boobs. They’re the best. You can play with them, kiss them, lick them, suck on them, bury your face in them. Boobs are the best.”
She didn’t like the thought that he might have done any of those things with someone else. But it was hypocritical of her to feel that way. She wasn’t a virgin.
“And your boobs… they’re the bestest of them all.” He reached around and undid her bra as he spoke.
“The bestest?” she asked as he ran a finger over one breast, brushing it across her nipple.
“Uh-huh.” Cupping her breast, he sighed happily. “Bestest.” Bending down, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked until she whimpered.
She pressed against his cock. “Oh, oh please.”
“These are mine.” He moved to her other breast. “All mine. Christ. Keep making those noises. I want more.”
Her breath came in sharp pants. “It feels so good. Please, Marcus.”
“What do you need, sweetie? Tell me.”
“I can’t. I don’t know how to talk dirty.”
He chuckled, letting go of her nipple with a pop. She whimpered, wanting his touch back. Reaching around her, he cupped her ass, squeezing it. “You don’t need to talk dirty, sweetie. Just tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me. And kiss me. All over.” Inwardly, she flinched. She’d just spouted things off like you might for a shopping list. But shockingly, he didn’t make fun of her. Instead, he simply smiled and then rolled them over so she was lying on her back and he was between her legs, his hands resting on the mattress on either side of her head.
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” He kissed her neck just as a knock came at the door.
She froze.
“What?” Marcus snapped.
“Dinner time,” Cullen yelled back.
“We’re busy. Go without us.”
“By yourselves?” Cullen asked skeptically.
“We’re skipping dinner,” Marcus said.
“No skipping meals either.”
“Cock block,” Marcus muttered. “He’s being a total cock block.”
She put her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggle. Poor Cullen.
“Come on, let’s go.”
Marcus groaned. “Give us five minutes.”
She put her hands over her eyes as Marcus moved away with a grumble. Then she drew them back as he sighed. He was staring down at his cock, which was pressing against his pants. “Waste of a perfectly good erection.”
“There will be more where that came from,” she reassured him.
“Will there? What if that was the last one? You never know when your last erection is going to come, La-la. So my motto is to celebrate every one of them while they exist.”
Oh, good lord, help her.
He was only thirty-four. There were plenty of erections left. She hoped.
“It would be really sad if that was the last one,” she said, starting to get worried.
“Exactly! Celebrate the hard-ons! It’s the best way to live.”
“How do you celebrate usually?”
He grinned. “With a happy ending, of course.”