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)
Marcus grinned and admitted, as he opened the car door for me, “When I made our reservation, I booked the suites for a week.”
“That’s great! I’m curious though, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I knew you had the week off, but I had no idea how this was going to go. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to stick around that long if you weren’t into it.”
He grinned when I told him, “I’m definitely into it.” Then I asked, as I slid into the passenger seat, “Do you feel like going out and doing something else before we head back to the hotel?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Maybe it’d be fun to go out dancing and have a few drinks. I looked it up earlier, and we’re close to Hillcrest. There are several gay bars in that neighborhood.”
I really thought he’d need convincing, but Marcus just said, “Sure. Anything you want, baby.”
Two hours and a couple of tequila shots later, both of us were working up a sweat on the dance floor in a pretty high-energy bar. For someone who said he never danced, Marcus had a lot of natural rhythm, and I loved the way he moved.
I felt bold enough to take off the baggy flannel shirt I’d worn all day, leaving me in a form-fitting tank top and jeans. This was entirely unlike me, but he’d built up my confidence with all the complimentary things he’d said about my appearance, so I wanted to look sexy for him.
He seemed appreciative, too, judging by the way his gaze kept sweeping up and down my body. It was a huge ego boost. So was the fact that I was with the sexiest man in that bar, and he only had eyes for me.
Once we finally stepped off the dance floor, both of us were pretty overheated. I fanned myself with my hand, and Marcus said, “I’ll get us some water.”
“I’m going to find the restroom while you do that. I’ll meet you back here in a couple of minutes.”
I worked my way through the crowd and headed down the hallway at the back of the building, but I never reached my destination. Instead, I was intercepted by a blond, drunk douchebag, who was easily six-foot-five and solid muscle. He tried to grab my ass as he said, “You’re cute. Come home with me.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so.”
When I tried to step around him, he pushed me against the wall and leaned into me as he slurred, “Come on, don’t play hard to get. I know you want it.” I could smell beer, whiskey, and garlic as he breathed into my face. It made me want to gag.
I was half a second from kneeing him in the nuts to get him off me, but all of a sudden that big jerk was airborne. He crashed into the door at the end of the hall, which swung open, dumping him into an alley.
Marcus strode after the douche, hauled him to his feet by the front of his shirt, and slammed him into a dumpster. “He’s mine,” Marcus hissed, shaking the guy like he was a rag doll. “Do you hear me? Mine!”
I ran outside after them, and damned if that caveman shit didn’t make my cock throb. The drunk douchebag tried to take a swing at Marcus, who effortlessly ducked that meaty fist. Then he picked the guy up like a professional wrestler and tossed him into the dumpster. A few people had followed us outside, and at that, they sent up a chorus of cheers, applause, and laughter.
When Marcus turned to me, he looked absolutely lethal. His eyes were blazing, and his jaw was set in a hard line. I’d never seen this side of him, and it was. Sexy. As. Fuck. His hands were balled into fists at his sides, and he shook them out as he mumbled, “Sorry, Romy. That was—”
He never got to finish his sentence, because I grabbed him with both hands and crushed my lips to his. Then I whispered in his ear, “I need your cock in my mouth, as soon as possible.”
He looked surprised, but then a grin spread across his face. “Like I said before, anything you want, baby.”
One of the waiters appeared just then and handed me my shirt and Marcus’s jacket as he said, “I figured you were probably done after that and would want your stuff.” After I thanked him, he said, “No, thank you and your boyfriend. That big, blond asshole grabbed my ass so many times tonight, I lost count. I’m glad someone finally took out the trash.”
From inside the dumpster, the douchebag muttered, “It smells like used cheese in here.”
I burst out laughing, and then I grabbed Marcus’s hand and ran down the alley with him. Along the way, I told him, “For the record, I was just about to introduce my kneecap to his junk when you showed up. I’m not helpless. That said, it was damn hot to see you in full protector mode.”