Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
That was…surprising, but also not, and very, very hot. “You like it when I flirt or people flirt with me but know they can’t have me?”
“At least for tonight. It’s been a strange day.”
“What’s wrong?” My concern for him overpowered how hot what he’d said was.
“Nothing. You should kiss me and then go back to work. People are waiting on their drinks.”
Oh shit. He was right. I’d somehow forgotten I actually had a job to do. Luckily, we were pretty well staffed tonight. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his. Marcus snaked his tongue past my lips and held the back of my head, deepening the kiss. I hadn’t expected him to be so thorough in public, but then, this was about his possessive streak that maybe shouldn’t have been so sexy but was. I liked being Marcus’s and him being mine—well, I liked us pretending that was the case.
When he pulled back, my cock throbbed, and I groaned. “So not fair. You got me going, and I can’t do anything about it.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Shut up,” I replied because goddamn it, I wasn’t.
I sneaked behind the bar, apologized to Eliza, and started making drinks.
Marcus’s stare rarely left me all night. He watched everything I did. I laughed at things men said, flirted playfully but made sure they all knew I wasn’t going home with any of them.
When one man put a hand on my shoulder, I gently removed it and pointed to Marcus, who raised his drink. “He’s mine,” I said.
“Are you sure you don’t mean you’re his?”
“That too.” I winked.
Suddenly it felt like we were both playing with fire, both teasing the edge of something dangerous because I wasn’t Marcus’s and he wasn’t mine. We were just fucking, and I was leaving, and even if I weren’t, we were totally different.
So I kissed my fingers and pressed them to the customer’s cheek before walking away. Marcus’s gaze turned darker—not angry, but like he was really fucking turned on. It held me, wrapped me up as I got closer and closer to him.
The bar had slowed down some, and it was time for my break, so I didn’t stop until I reached him. When I did, I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.
“I’m gonna take my break real quick,” I told Eliza, who chuckled.
“Is that what we’re calling it nowadays?” she ribbed as I led Marcus behind the counter.
“Naughty girl. I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I joked back.
I unlocked the door to the back and went down the same hallway I had with Marcus the night he’d asked me to move in with him. The second the door to Declan’s office was closed behind us, I said, “You should probably remind me now that I’m yours.”
“Jesus, what is it about you?” Marcus asked before his mouth crushed mine. The kiss was frantic, like this was a one-off and we had to take everything we could in that moment. His tongue pushed between my lips, and then he retreated so I could taste him too.
I went to open his pants, but he swatted my hands away, then sank to his knees.
“Fuck yes.” My dick was really fucking hard, and the thought of being in Marcus’s mouth almost made me blow my load right then.
He quickly worked open my pants, then shoved them and my underwear down. My erection pointed at him, a pearl of precum at the tip. Marcus spit in his hand, then slowly stroked my shaft. “Who do you want?”
“You…fuck…just you.” Maybe I shouldn’t have added the just. That made it sound more real, but Marcus didn’t call me on it, and I didn’t want to focus on it.
His mouth wrapped around me, and he immediately sucked me to the back of his throat.
“Holy shit.” My eyes fell closed as he bobbed on my cock, lips lowering enough to touch my nuts. I wasn’t a small guy, but Marcus could deep throat a fucking dick.
My skin had to taste like sweat, my body musky and masculine, but he didn’t seem to care, and I knew if the situation were reversed, I’d be the same. I loved those very things when I was with a man.
My balls were high and tight, just waiting to unleash in Marcus’s mouth. He reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me tighter against him, urging me on, so I began to fuck his face.
“So good, baby,” I said, my hand on his head. “Been wanting this all night. Not any of them. You make me feel like I can fucking fly.” Words fell out of my mouth, and I thought that maybe I would die right then and there, my dick in the wet suction of Marcus’s mouth.
When his finger teased my crease before sneaking down between my legs to rub my taint, I gave in. My orgasm made me splinter apart from the inside out, my body jittery with a huge buildup, and then released in spurt after spurt, all of which Marcus swallowed down.