When it was almost too late, Marcus pulled out ofDaisy’s mouth and got to his knees in their bed.
Her torso shot up so she was on her knees, too.
Her eyes also narrowed and she snapped, “I wasn’t done!”
Marcus hooked her with his arm around her waist, felt hersurprised, breathy cry carve through his throbbing cock as he lifted her up andswung her in front of him.
He turned them so her back was to the headboard.
One arm around her, his other hand guiding the way, he slidher down on him.
Her head fell back, her hair brushing his arm.
He fell forward, on top of her.Her platinum hair all overhis pillows, he lifted an arm to brace his hand against the headboard and hestarted moving.
She focused with effort on him.
“You’re done,” he growled.
She gave him a dazed grin.
He kissed her.
Five minutes later, he made her come.
A minute after that, she gave him the same.
It had been three days since they’d consummated theirrelationship.
Three days Marcus gave Daisy to get used to this change.Three days Marcus gave himself to watch over her and make sure she was goodwith the change.
And three days for him to get over being pissed she’d triedto leave him.
She was good with the change if the amount, variety, andmagnificence of the sex was anything to go by.
He wasn’t complaining.Weeks with her in his life and thelast of those with her sweet little body, beautiful face, and all that gorgeousdamned hair sleeping beside him in his bed had been torture.He was fuckingthrilled it was over.
Obviously because the torture was over.
But mostly because Daisy was good with it.
However, to be certain, he’d called Bex and discussed thechange with her.
“It’s a process,” she’d explained.“Some people adjust.Somepeople it takes longer.Some people let it haunt them.If you perceive this isgoing well, just keep doing what you’ve been doing.Be watchful.Encourage herto communicate.And be patient.She’ll never be over this, Mr.Sloan.I thinkyou understand this isn’t a bruise that fades away.It’s coming to theunderstanding that what happened, happened.It was no fault of hers.Thenlearning how to cope with the fact it happened and giving herself permission tomove on.That’s the key.But if you can show her you’re a man who’ll handle herwith care, that you’ll be there in those times she needs to cope, then I haveevery faith you two will be good.”
One thing Marcus knew, Daisy could cope with anything.
The thing he didn’t know was if she knew he would always bethere to help.
So right then, after they’d shared what they’d shared on anight when she didn’t have to work so they had all night to get through what heneeded them to get through, he was going to make certain she knew that.
“We need to talk,” he declared.
She stopped tracing patterns on his chest with a pearl-whitefingernail that had a pink tip with a swirl of black across it, the blackembedded with rhinestones.
She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at him.
“Uh-oh,” she mumbled the minute she did.
