Lifting back on my knees, I bounced on his dick as he guided me down by my waist.
“Goddamn, please don’t stop talking back to me,” he said.
We didn’t last much longer when he glided me back down and fucked me hard.
“I’m cuming,” he moaned, but I had already released.
Marquise exploded inside me, and we both pounded the pillow, chasing sleep.
I peeled myself from on top of Marquise, straddling him to move off his immaculate, structured body.
“Where you going?” he inquired, gripping my waist keeping me in place.
With my breasts hanging free and uncovered, I sat in comfort as he scanned my upper body.
“To take a shower,” I said.
He caressed my thighs with his thumbs as he gazed deep into my eyes.
“I’m in love with you, Erin.”
I paused, not expecting him to reveal himself to me. Silence lingered between us because I knew he meant it. Marquise nestled his body upward, pulling me toward his muscular build.
“Erin, I love you,” he said again and with the palm of my hand, I wiped away a tear. “I’m not down with hiding you from the world. Last night was the first time I made love to a woman. And it was the best sex of my life. I’m not giving it up, Erin.”
Pushing him away seemed to be an impossible task as my attempts failed. I knew I loved him because I had rearranged my life, prioritizing him over my dream job. He pushed me away, tested my boundaries, and I still shared my temple with him.
“Talk to me, Weirdo,” he requested.
I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck. A moan slipped from my mouth as he caressed my back with his warm hands.
“I love you too,” I said into his neck.
He tightened his grip on me as if I would fly away
I sat next to Jhae on the way to the game with my tablet. The wedding planner made it perfectly clear she needed everything back this week. Without these decisions, there would not be an October wedding. Jhae told you more information in passing than sitting down with you. For some reason, she thought she had more free time than she actually had. Some of it was due to my creative scheduling and filtering through bullshit offers.
“Are you sure?” I asked her for final decisions on the flowers, cake design, and food menu.
The wedding was going to be held outside on Malcolm’s family property in air-conditioned tents. It was mainly family, and the team was invited. Neither had much family, but they still wanted to celebrate their union.
“Yes, you did an excellent job getting the things in line for me to pick,” she said.
I scrolled through her schedule and penciled in her taste testing after the finals. Things were constantly moving with the team being in the playoffs. The entire timeline could move up depending on the game tonight. I preferred the playoffs because Marquise was home more, but tonight was do-or-die for the Western Conference Finals. We exited the SUV with security, due to the playoff atmosphere and Jhae’s album. Things were getting crazy with her album still trending. I’ve turned over a few of her messages to the police department.
Entering the stadium, the cameras flashed, but we stayed with security. They were also sitting next to us at the game because Jhae wanted to sit courtside instead of in the box. Malcolm and Marquise put their foot down for the finals. We were sitting in the box with security. The crowd was electric during the team shoot around. Ball in hand, Marquise walked to the sideline, bouncing it between his legs, staring at me.
“I swear he plays too much,” I whispered to Jhae as I squirmed in my seat.
He continued to stare at me until the people surrounding us caught on.
“Come here,” he mouthed to me, and I denied him with a headshake.
Marquise tossed the ball to the assistant and walked through the chairs. I faced Jhae with widened eyes, but she shifted away with a smile.
“Weirdo,” he said to my side profile.
With no other option, I obeyed his unspoken demand to face him.
