My face felt like it was on fire. He had to still be half asleep. “How?”
“Because your thoughts are loud as fuck. I can literally hear the stress sirens going off.”
Okay, that was uncalled for.
I was only stressed because my body refused to roll out of bed and kick itself into high gear. While running on a finite amount of time before all hell broke loose, there was very little dilly-dallying I was allotted before I royally fucked myself over.
Not to mention, my granddad feeling obligated to pick up the slack. Which was absolutely something Ididn’twant him doing.
“Blake.”There was a sharp pinch at my side, snapping me out of my thoughts instantly.
“What?”
“Jesus.” He nipped at my skin next. “Stop it. It’s not even ten yet.”
“That’s the problem. The kids arrive at noon.”
“Plenty of time.”
That’s what he thought. Time tended to fly by on busy days. Even more so when there was an actual set schedule set in place.
My stomach clenched the moment I felt Marlow’s lips moving along my neck. Soft presses that were making my toes curl with each one. One of his hands unhooked from around my waist to come up and thread through my hair. He gripped the strands gently, using them to tilt my head back to give him better access.
Oh...
My hips were still sore from last night, a lasting reminder of what we’d done in my office and the mess I had to go back and clean once I finally forced myself out of this damn bed. Yet, despite all of that, they still managed to kick up against his body in return, coming alive under his touch like some fucking soothsayer calling to me.
I’d never been used in quite the way Marlow’s creatively had allowed for. Often when I found myself in sexual situations similar to what happened last night, they either ended one of two ways: unsatisfied or downrightweird. Neither of which were pleasant and ultimately had me swearing off hopping into bed with someone for a long while.
Until Marlow came around and completely bulldozed his way through all of those carefully laid plans.
At this point, I really shouldn’t be surprised anymore. After all, he was a man that was all about the unexpected.
Who could predict someone like him when before that, there were set rules to everything?
“Fuck,” I muttered when he sank his teeth into my skin.
Making good on his promise from last night, no doubt. I’d definitely have to wear one of my sports jackets today to keep my granddad from questioning the random love bite suddenly appearing on my skin with no boyfriend in the picture. I was going to end up sweating my balls off but that was the far better alternative than getting interrogated about a secret situationship I was currently engaging in.
Marlow shifted over me, keeping his mouth attached to my neck. He hooked a leg over mine to grind his pelvis against me, the thin material of his sweats doing hardly anything to hide how hard his cock was underneath them.
Oh, that felt good.
Getting off two days in a row?
I wasn’t going to complain.
When he finally released my neck, he ran his tongue over the marking a few times. The spot felt raw and tender, mirroring the ones on my thighs that sparked every time his hips collided with mine in that slow roll of his.
Now this was perfect, a little bit of pain mixed with the pleasure.
Why was that so hard for people to grasp?
Too many times I’d been in an all-or-nothing situation that never left me coming back wanting more.
“I should keep you here,” he whispered. “Tie you to my bed until you actually let go like I want you to.”
What was a clear sign that something was definitely wrong with me was how little I cared about anything else other than those words—thepromisein his voice. Skipping out on the first day of an event I’d been planning for months would go down in the history of dumbest decisions I’d ever made.
