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)
“I know you can take care of yourself. But when I saw that fucker touching you, I went ballistic. Not that I had any right to call you mine, or to get so territorial.”
“But I am yours,” I said, as we reached the Porsche. “That’s been true since the first time you kissed me.”
He muttered, “Fuck, Romy,” and pushed me against the car door before claiming my mouth in a deep kiss.
We’d parked the car on a quiet side street, and the top was up because I didn’t want anyone to steal my giraffe while we were gone. It wasn’t totally private, but it would do. Once he got the door open and tumbled into the passenger seat, I climbed on top of him and kissed him again while he cupped my ass with both hands.
After a moment, I climbed over the gear shift and knelt on the driver’s seat, and then I reached back and turned the giraffe around, so he was facing the back of the car. “Don’t watch, Mr. Raffers,” I joked. “It’s about to get nasty in here.”
Marcus pretended to look shocked. “Is it?”
“You know it is,” I said, as I unfastened his belt.
The blow job that followed was messy, urgent, and so much fun. It was really gratifying to listen to his gasps and stifled moans, and to feel the way his body trembled when I did something he particularly liked.
At one point, a group of guys walked right past us with whistles and cat-calls, but I didn’t even pause. I figured the windows were too fogged up for them to see much anyway, and even if they caught a glimpse, so what? Nobody knew me here, so if I wanted to be wild for once in my life, what was the harm?
After a few minutes, Marcus bit back a yell and shot down my throat. It seemed to go on for a while. Finally, he collapsed against the seat, gasping for air.
I pulled up his briefs and said, “I’ll drive while you gather your energy. Just so you know, round two begins the minute we get back to our hotel.” He handed me the keys and smiled at me before going back to panting and sweating.
As promised, we picked up right where we left off the moment we reached my suite. I slammed him against the back of the door as he pulled my shirt over my head, and we kissed frantically before racing each other to the bedroom.
Clothes went flying, and as soon as we tumbled onto the mattress, my cock was in his mouth. I was so turned on that it only took a matter of minutes for him to make me come, using his hand and mouth in tandem.
Now it was my turn to collapse in a heap and gasp for air. Marcus looked like he was pretty proud of himself as he stretched out at my side and waited for me to recover. When I shivered, he pulled a blanket over both of us, and I curled up in his arms.
Once I caught my breath, I told him, “Today was another absolutely astonishing day. How am I supposed to go back to reality after this? It’ll probably feel like getting cast out of the Garden of Eden.”
Marcus held me securely and said, “Let’s try not to worry about that. We decided to stay in San Diego for a week, and I’d love it if we could just ignore the real world until we leave here. There’s going to be all kinds of shit waiting for us on the other side. But for right now, we have this, and I don’t want anything to screw it up.” I nodded in agreement.
Eventually, we got up long enough to get cleaned up, brush our teeth, and get ready for bed. Then we met back under the covers, dressed only in briefs. I’d brought my phone along so I could plug it in on the nightstand, but first, I pressed my cheek to Marcus’s and snapped a selfie.
When I showed him the photo, he grinned and said, “Cute. Send me a copy. But please keep it private, okay?”
“Don’t worry, I will.” I knew he broke the law, just like my brother. I also knew he might have enemies who’d love to track him down, so I understood the importance of not posting his name or photo on social media. I assumed that was what he meant.
He typed his name and number into my phone because I didn’t actually have it, and I sent him the photo. Then I plugged the phone in and rolled onto my side, so I was facing him. He got in the same position with a hand tucked under his head, and I asked, “What do you think we should do tomorrow?”