Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“So, when do I get to meet this guy?”
I really wasn’t going to go into the whole thing about not promising anything beyond these next couple of days, because I knew how that’d sound to my brother. Instead, I went with, “If you promise to be nice to him, maybe we can all meet for drinks in a couple of weeks when you and your fiancé are back in town.”
“I’m always nice.” When I snort-laughed, he said, “What? I am.”
“Bullshit, Reno. You made my last boyfriend cry.”
“Yeah, but he was a douchebag, so I’m not sorry.”
“You made him cry way before either you or I knew he was cheating on me,” I pointed out.
“He was a douchebag from the get-go. In fact, he’d probably been that way since birth. I can totally picture him as a tiny, little baby douche, with mini designer sunglasses and the collar of his onesie popped up.” That made me laugh.
Then I told him, “I need to go, but I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”
“For sure. Call me if you need anything, and if this new guy steps out of line, punch him in the face for me.” He was kidding. Mostly.
After we said goodbye and ended the call, I went into the bathroom and tried to style my hair. Then I checked the time and realized I only had a few minutes until Marcus came over.
I ran to the walk-in closet and searched my bags to see if I’d packed anything that might be construed as sexy.
Nope.
I hadn’t even brought anything nice, so I’d be woefully underdressed if he wanted to go out to dinner. That wasn’t my concern right now, though. My goal was to look hot, maybe even enticing, because I wanted Marcus bad. It wasn’t like me to be this thirsty, but then again, it wasn’t like me to spend time with someone that unbelievably sexy, either.
After my wardrobe failed me, I took off the robe and tried a few different poses. Putting my hands on my hips made me look like a wannabe superhero. Crossing my arms made me seem closed off and defensive. Letting my arms hang at my sides was lackluster—and okay, maybe I was overthinking things.
Should I go for it? I tried to imagine answering the door wearing nothing but a smile and felt myself blushing.
I seriously had no game. How had I ever managed to get guys into bed? Well, okay, it usually wasn’t much of a challenge. Most men were horndogs who’d fuck anyone that was willing. There was zero seduction required.
It felt different with Marcus. He seemed more reserved somehow, and a lot more mature and sophisticated than the men I usually dated.
Not that we were dating…
But whatever. All I needed to do was give him a little encouragement, and I was sure he’d be into it. The heat behind our earlier kiss—not to mention that blow job, which he’d initiated—were pretty clear tip-offs that he wanted me. Even so, greeting him with my twig and berries swinging in the wind was a bit much. It might come across as desperate, instead of sexy.
Just then, there was a knock—and I was buck naked. I quickly wrapped a towel around my hips before rushing out of the bathroom.
When I opened the door connecting the suites, my breath caught. Marcus was dressed in a charcoal gray suit, which had been perfectly tailored to fit his big, muscular body. Damn. Now that was sexy.
He ran his gaze down the length of me, then back up again. When we made eye contact, his lips parted.
In the next instant, we were all over each other.
We stumbled into my suite, locked in a fiery kiss, and he pushed me against the wall as I grabbed at him. All it took for him to strip me was a single tug on that towel, and a shudder of pleasure ran through me. I should have felt self-conscious like this—totally naked while he was fully clothed—but instead, it made my cock throb.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and tilted my head back, giving him full access as he licked and kissed my neck. His hard-on pressed against mine through his clothes, and I felt his body tremble with desire. I loved knowing I affected him like that.
He cupped my ass with both hands, and when he skimmed my hole with a fingertip and discovered a bit of lube, he murmured, “You got yourself ready for me.”
I nodded. “I need you inside me, Marcus.” He made a sound that was almost a growl before kissing me again. When he moved to dotting kisses along my jaw, I told him, “We’ll need more lube.”
He nipped my earlobe before stepping back enough for me to untangle myself, and grinned as he said, “Lead the way.”