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  He turned to her. “Want a drink?”

  She shook her head. “Bedroom, mister. No more stalling.”

  He chuckled. “Right this way.”

  She followed him upstairs to his bedroom with a king-sized platform bed on a gray wooden frame, matching nightstands, and dresser. He turned on the white-shaded nightstand light, leaving it on a dimmed setting that gave off a warm glow.

  She patted the cream-colored comforter. “So this is where the magic happens.”

  His arms wrapped around her. “The magic hasn’t happened in a long time. I was waiting for someone special.” He cradled her face in both hands. “I was waiting for you.”

  Her eyes got hot and she closed them, hoping he hadn’t noticed. His lips met hers in a tender kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body fully against his, reveling in his taste, his scent, his hard masculine planes.

  His mouth moved over hers as his hands caressed her, sliding up her back and over her shoulders, down her arms, sliding to her ass and then to the hem of her dress, which he lifted. He broke the kiss, pulling her dress up and over her head, helping her arms through the long sleeves.

  His dark eyes raked over her body in a black push-up bra and matching thong. “My God, you are beautiful.”

  For that brief moment she actually felt beautiful. Normally she felt self-conscious because she wasn’t busting with curves like most men liked. Her ex had said she had less than a handful, which was why she had so many push-up bras. She shoved her ex from her mind as Marcus licked his lips, staring at her modest cleavage.

  “Thank you,” she said softly.

  He grunted in response, stripping quickly, his fingers swift and sure on the buttons of his shirt. She watched with avid interest as more tanned skin and muscular chest were revealed. Then the shirt was off and she looked her fill at the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, from his broad shoulders to muscular pecs and abs. His dark happy trail led to a massive bulge. She reached for his belt, but he pushed her hands away.

  He met her eyes. “Gotta ease the pants off when I’ve got a blue steeler like this.”

  She grinned, very pleased to hear the effect she had on him. He eased his pants over his erection, down, and off. Her mouth went dry. “Full monty, baby,” she said, staring pointedly at the tent in his black boxer briefs.

  “That is protection.” He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her for his kiss. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, returning the kiss passionately, his erection applying delicious pressure through the silk thong, making her crazy.

  He lowered her to the bed, positioning himself over her as he kissed her, giving her only part of his weight. She ran her hands all over his warm skin, reveling in the heat and size of him. He broke the kiss, kneeling between her legs and pulling her to sit up. He undid her bra and tossed it. Before she could have even a brief moment of worry about the size of her breasts, his hands were there, cupping them, caressing, his lips nuzzling and nipping along her jaw.

  She moaned. “Now, Marcus.”

  He whispered in her ear, “This is going to be slow, baby. I want to savor you.” He then proceeded to make good on his promise, lowering her back to the mattress, taking his time kissing his way from her ear to her jaw to her throat, stopping frequently to return to her mouth—deep drugging kisses—his big hands continually caressing her.

  “Marcus,” she moaned over and over, her hands gripping his shoulders, smoothing over his muscular back, wishing she could hurry him up, but the man was determined.

  By the time his mouth closed over one breast, her hips jerked off the mattress. He drew on her deeply, his hand caressing her other breast.

  Oh, God. She was already close, her insides tightening with each deep suck of his mouth. Now. She smacked his shoulder, and he lifted his head, his lips wet, his dark eyes hot on hers.

  “Put your hands under your head and don’t move,” he ordered.

  “I want you so bad,” she whispered.

  “And you’ll have me,” he growled, “but first I get to savor you. Hands under your head.”

  Still she hesitated. She wasn’t used to just lying back, letting the man do everything.

  “Lexi, baby, just do it. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

  “Are you going to give me G-spot ecstasy like I never imagined?” That was the only way she’d agree. Otherwise, she just wanted to get on with it.

  His voice was rough and gravelly. “I’ll give it to you.”

  A shiver went through her and she rested her hands under her head, which made her breasts lift. He licked his lips, caressing both of her breasts, his thumbs stroking the hard peaks. She moaned, her hips moving restlessly under him.

  He lifted one breast, cupping it from underneath, his tongue flicking rapidly back and forth over the peak. She couldn’t help her moans, and when his mouth finally closed over her, drawing deep, the hollows of his cheeks beautiful, she nearly came right there. He lingered on her breasts for a long time, caressing, sucking, tugging on her nipples, making her wetter, throbbing for his attention lower. She might have begged shamelessly.

  She let out a breath of relief when he finally shifted, kissing his way down her body, his hands sliding over her hips and to the inside of her legs, slowly stroking upward, until her hips were off the mattress, so wired and needy she couldn’t help but offer herself. He pressed her flat on the mattress with one big hand on her hip and then used both hands to spread her legs wide. She sucked in air.

  His eyes locked on hers as he slowly lowered his head, his tongue taking one long lap over her.

  “Marcus!” she cried, grabbing his head, her fingers gripping his hair.

  He lapped at her again and then he made her crazy, stroking her with his fingers until she was trembling.

  “Now,” she ordered.

  He stopped.

  “Marcus!” she hollered. “Stop fucking around and fuck me!”

  He smirked before lowering his head between her legs, his mouth taking over where his fingers had left off, only not enough, not nearly enough. Soft kisses, lazy strokes of his tongue. She writhed under him, desperate for more. His big hand clamped over her hip, stilling her, his mouth wicked. She ignited, each stroke of his tongue, every hungry kiss bringing an electric surge of pleasure. He brought her to the edge so many times she lost the power of speech, reduced to a low keening moan through the haze of sensations.

  He kissed the inside of her leg, stroking her lazily with one finger, jolting her overly sensitized body. “Ready?”

  She lifted her head off the pillow to stare at him incredulously. “Yes!”

  “Lie back and relax, baby.”

  She dropped her head back on the pillow, so desperate for what he could give that she immediately complied. His head lowered between her legs, sucking gently. She moaned long and low. And then his fingers slid inside her, curled, and pressed.

  “Ah!” Sharp pleasure speared through her as he hit the G-spot perfectly. “Oh God, Marcus, Marcus, Marcus.” His dark head between her legs, his mouth working its magic, his fingers massaging her G-spot over and over and over, she lost it. The pleasure carried her out of her mind to a dark pulsing need, coiling tight, her body clenching around him, drenched with desire.

  She whimpered incoherently, jerked, and then she came hard, bucking wildly against him. Sensation radiated outward like a starburst through her entire body.

  And he didn’t stop.

  “Marcus,” she moaned, shoving his shoulder, “I came.”

  He lifted his head, his lips wet with her, his fingers still stroking her G-spot, the sensations jolting her, making her hips jerk helplessly against him. She panted, on fire from his touch.

  Their gazes locked, an understanding passing between them.

  He owns me.

  She trembled all over as he spoke soothingly, his fingers continuing to work her, pushing her for more. “Second time will be more powerful. This is what I promised you. Relax.”

 
; She let out a shaky breath and complied. He gave her a wicked smile before diving back in, his mouth hungry, his fingers knowing and sure. A dark haze of pleasure consumed her.

  She was going to die. Her body was in overdrive, sweating, trembling, at his mercy. His touch was electric, deep inside, her body bowing off the mattress, which only offered her up for more from his mouth, sucking, lapping, kissing, like he couldn’t get enough of her. Her vision dimmed, Marcus’s dark head a shadow between her legs, the room a blur, her ears ringing.

  Her head arched back in a silent scream as the pleasure crashed over her in a monster orgasm that stole her breath, endless shockwaves of pleasure rocking her before she collapsed, the room suddenly black.

  Her eyes fluttered open as Marcus stroked her sweaty hair back from her face.

  He grinned, his head hovering over hers. “You passed out.”

  She slowly blinked. “I did?”

  “I take it you liked it.”

  “Oh my God. I thought I was going to die.”

  “I took you to heaven.”

  She kissed him. “You did. That was amazing.”

  “You ready for more? Condom is on.”

  “Oh God.”

  “Oh Marcus.”

  She laughed and then she stopped laughing as he fit himself between her legs and slid inside. She was still so revved from before that sensation rippled through her with each sure thrust.

  His fingers entwined with hers, pressing their joined hands to the mattress. His dark gaze was intent on hers. “Beautiful. You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”

  She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by his sweetness, lost in pleasure once again. His thrusts accelerated, deeper, harder, until she was grabbing him by the shoulders, hanging on for a wild ride as his powerful body pumped into her.

  “Marcus!” Her body squeezed him rhythmically with the intense orgasm, her hips bucking under him.

  He let go with a roar, his head arching back, pumping over and over, bringing her more pleasure, her body taking everything he offered greedily, completely at one with him. Finally he stilled, buried deep inside her, the only sound their harsh breaths.

  He lifted his hand, cradled her jaw, and kissed her tenderly.

  She let out a swoony sigh, rocked body and soul. He was magnificent.

  He rolled off her. She flung her arms to her sides in complete abandon, one arm thrown across his chest, totally and completely satisfied. So worth the wait.

  Chapter Eleven

  Marcus lay on his side, admiring a naked Lexi on the mattress next to him. She was slick with sweat, her muscles lax, her arms flung wide open. He loved seeing her like this, open and spent. This was the point when most women left, sometimes on their own, sometimes he offered to walk them home. Not this woman and he’d make sure of that. It was one thing for her to admit she adored him, another thing to actually stick.

  She was something, strong yet soft in all the right ways. He’d pushed her hard, wanting to bring her the greatest of pleasures. Not all women could get there, she had to surrender to it, to trust in him, and Lexi had. So beautifully and so completely that she’d actually passed out. That was a first. What pleased him most of all was having Lexi’s trust. At least in bed. It was a start. He knew she’d been burned before by her ex, and it had been bad enough she hadn’t been with anyone in months.

  He brushed the damp hair back from her face.

  Her eyes slowly opened. “Stop staring at me.”

  “Can’t help it. You’re beautiful. Stay the night. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

  She stared at him for a moment, her eyes soft before she looked away. “What’re you making for breakfast?”

  “Orgasm pancakes, you in?”

  She laughed and relaxed again. “Who can say no to an orgasm pancake?”

  “Exactly.” He turned off the light and slid his palm over her flat stomach to the gentle curve of her hip. She remained completely relaxed, loose and limp, like he’d taken every bit of tension out of her. “So beautiful,” he murmured.

  “All men think a naked woman in their bed is beautiful.”

  “I’ll tell you again when you’re dressed.” He pulled her on top of him and arranged the covers over them both.

  She lifted her head. “I can’t sleep like this.”

  “Why not?”

  “You turn me on too much. I’m already getting excited.”

  Pure joy speared through his heart. He loved the way she spoke her mind. He shifted her, tucking her against his side. “Can you sleep like this?”

  “No.” She rubbed his chest, her fingers lightly tracing across his collarbone to his shoulder and down his arm. “You smell too good. Like sex and sexy male.”

  “That’s a lot of sex.”

  “I know it. That’s how I got here.” Her breathing slowed as she drifted toward sleep. “What’re you really making me for breakfast?” she mumbled.

  “Cereal.”

  “I love cereal.”

  “I love—” Holy shit. He was not about to say “I love you,” especially not first.

  “Cereal,” she finished for him.

  He stroked her silky hair. “Yeah. Night, baby.”

  She sighed and then she seemed to be asleep. He lay there, eyes wide open, for a very long time. Had he finally found love again? He didn’t know and could only hope that he was worthy of it now. Maybe this time his love would be enough.

  ~ ~ ~

  So here she was in the bright light of day, sitting in Marcus’s kitchen while he got out some cereal bowls. She’d worried about feeling awkward the morning after, but it wasn’t like that with Marcus because he expressed himself so well she actually knew where she stood with him. Just this morning he’d said, while gently washing her hair with his big hands in the shower, “I’m glad you stayed. I’ll never get enough of you.”

  She’d felt herself tear up, ordered him to kiss her, and he had. Then he’d rinsed her hair, placed her palms flat against the tiled wall, and whispered in her ear, “Don’t move until I’m done with you.”

  The things he did, the way he just knew—

  She shook her head, throbbing at the memory. She had to stop thinking about sex. She was never going to get out of here if she didn’t stop lusting for him. Eventually he had to go to work, and then she supposed she’d take the train home. It was Friday and she needed to firm up the details for the Mardi Gras event at his bar next Tuesday. It wasn’t just important for his business, but also for the potential to bring in future business for her. His bar attracted the Wall Street crowd, partly because he knew a lot of them, but mostly because his bar was conveniently located nearby.

  He set a bowl of Life cereal in front of her with a spoon. “Voila!”

  “So fancy! Any milk?”

  He pointed at her. “See how distracting you are. You look so sexy wearing my T-shirt like a nightgown.”

  She smiled, starting to believe his words, especially when he looked at her like that. This gorgeous sexy man who could have anyone—she didn’t kid herself about that—thought she was a beautiful sexy woman. He was shirtless, giving her a glorious view of tanned skin and bulging muscles, wearing only navy blue boxer briefs, which were tenting with a huge erection. I made that happen.

  He leaned across the small breakfast bar, held her by the chin and kissed her. “I want you again, baby. Any chance you can stick around after breakfast?”

  She nodded happily. “I’ve got a little time.”

  “I’ve got until eleven.” He turned and checked the clock on the microwave. “Two hours. How much damage you think we can do to each other in two hours?”

  “Ooh, a lot.”

  He chuckled and got out the milk, sliding it over to her. Then he sat on the stool next to her, and they crunched their Life cereal in companionable silence.

  She was only halfway done when he poured himself a second bowl. He shook the box at her. “More?”

  “One bowl is plenty.”
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  He topped off his bowl, took a spoonful, and chewed. “You’re pretty sensitive about cheaters. I mean, I get that with my cheating ex, but was it recent or something?”

  She swallowed. “If we’re sharing war stories, tell me yours. How’d you find out she was cheating?”

  He grimaced. “Guess I walked into that one. Okay, it’s our one-year anniversary, and I’ve got everything set up. Took half a day off work to get all the ingredients for her favorite risotto. I spent hours making that and this coconut cake she liked. I also bought her a sweet diamond bracelet. Figured go big for the first anniversary, ya know?”

  She nodded, already aching with sympathy because he’d made more effort than most men would ever think up.

  He went on. “Then over our candlelit dinner, she says all sexy-like, ‘What do you think about having an open marriage? We can still be married but, you know, take lovers on the side. Maybe even share some and it’ll bring us closer.’”

  She stared at him, shocked. “What’s the point in being married if you’re going to sleep with other people?”

  “Exactly. So I say, ‘No, I don’t want that.’ But I’m thinking to myself, how am I not enough? It’s not like things got stale after a year.” He took a deep breath. “So then she says, ‘Well, our marriage already is open. I’ve got two other lovers, and I was hoping you’d be on board.’”

  She gasped.

  “Lex, I’m so stunned I can’t even speak. Cuz she says it like it’s just about being open. Not like she’s cheating. So finally I stand and say, ‘I can’t believe you cheated on me,’ and she says…”

  Lexi leaned close. “What?”

  “I thought you knew.”

  She leaned back. “Hell no! She puts it on you? Nuh-uh. That is just wrong.”

  Marcus shook his head. “I’m not sure how I was supposed to know. There weren’t any obvious signs. I trusted her. Anyway, that was that. I packed my shit, filed for divorce the next day, and flew home.”

  She rubbed his back. “I’m so sorry.”

  He glanced at her. “Thanks. It sucked, but it was four years ago. I’ve moved on. Now when was your cheating ex?”

  She swallowed. “Little over a year ago.”