Page 34 of Mending Our Chance

18 Marcus

There she was—this beautiful creature looming over me. Her revelation had me reeling. I hadn’t considered things from her perspective. Holy shit, I must have really hurt her. The funny thing—funny in some sick, twisted sense of the word—was that I had hurt myself just as much as I’d hurt her when we broke it off.

She’s opened up and let me in. She’s here —with me.Finally.

It was what I’d been waiting on. And what did I give her in return? A nightmare—one of my episodes. They weren’t frequent, but with the shit I’d done behind her back by going to Argento, it had clearly been preying on my subconscious. I admitted that the possibility of hurting Felicity with my silent investor might not be worth the gain of building an empire for her.

The nightmare had been a cold splash of reality. I hadn’t been on the battlefield. I’d been with her in a supermarket, and I’d been losing Felicity in the dairy aisle. It had felt as though the nightmare hadn’t stopped when I awoke. In the crystal clearness of consciousness, I had understood that losing her was still possible.

I wanted to run and hide. The only problem was: we were at my place and it was a small studio. Where the fuck could I go? Embarrassed, I tried to shift so she couldn’t look at me like a damned bug under the microscope. She misread my movements. The next moment, her soft lips were on my chest and it felt as though she was giving me a hickey just under my left pectoral. A hiss of sheer pleasure escaped my lips.

“Marcus.” Her voice was all throaty and sensual. “Quit squirming. ”

I froze as Felicity languidly shimmed on top of me, pushing me to lie down flat. Then, with unhurried movements, she rose up and straddled me, shifting the remainder of the bedsheet off my torso. The teepee my erection had created just south of where she sat on my stomach, twitched. My mind warred. This is a terrible idea.This is a fantastic idea. You can face the hurt and damage you’ve caused. She’ll never know about your side dealings and you’ll not break her trust.

Was I really that stupid? Did I think she wouldn’t find out? I didn’t know, but I had to make damn sure she didn’t. Especially given she had finally decided to be with me.

Felicity interrupted my internal war by stretching my arms over my head and holding them in place. Then, leaning down, she slipped her other hand under her shirt and lifted it over her head. Using that soft piece of cotton, she tied my hands into a light knot, letting me know that this was just foreplay, nothing hard-core. Her two soft breasts were inches from my face as she finished tying me. They were dipping out of the lacy material of her sleeper bra, teasing me with their closeness. Without thinking, I went to reach for them. I desperately needed to free them, to suck them, but Felicity leaned all her weight into her hands and let me know she didn’t want me to move.

When I looked into her face, I saw white-hot lust in those dark eyes. Holy shit, this was really happening. It was everything I had wanted…except it wasn’t the right timing. I still had to sort out this Argento business. But if I turned her down, she would either be stung or know something was up. Argh! I was stuck in a hard place with no easy answer. Although, she was tempting, too tempting that I knew in the next second that my rational mind would leave as desire took over.

And that happened in the next moment when her tiny body slid down mine. Careful not to jack-knife my arousal, Felicity wiggled over it before arranging herself on the mattress between my legs. My breath caught in my throat. I was trembling in anticipation, wondering what she would do next. But instead of stripping me naked and capturing me in her mouth, she paused and grinned up the bed at me.

Fuck, I’ve missed this.

Just as I was about to send her an encouraging nod, she ripped back the sheet without permission and lifted an eyebrow. Only boxers clad my body. With a smug jerk of her head that said she had me where she wanted me, Felicity leaned forward and nipped at my lower ribs. Her pretty tongue slipped out and traced its way to my nipple while her fingers slipped under my boxers to release my cock.

As her thumb began to trace the sensitive head, I bit out, “I need to know this is not going to be a pity fuck.”

Her touch ceased. Vigorously shaking her head, Felicity leaned away from me and explained, “I like you, Marcus. I won’t do this if it makes you uncomfortable. But we are here for each other now.”

“I just can’t stand the thought of you having regrets over this.” I shrugged. “If you’re sure that you are ready to give me a second chance, then go ahead. If not, then you’d better stop now.”

“I’m sure.”

“Good, I just had to make sure one last time that I knew where we stand.”

“Where we stand,” Felicity grinned, “is obvious. You are incredibly hard, and I haven’t had good sex in a very long time. So I can stop or we can fuck—now.”

I cringed at her choice of words. But without love on her part, what else could it possibly be called? To me, it was lovemaking not a fuck—because I loved this woman. That fact was as clear as daylight, and when I built an empire, she needed to be at my side as an equal and rightful ruler, just as much as I would be. Otherwise, the alternative was that I would die alone with just a legacy and an empty house to show for it. I knew then what was really important—it wasn’t enough to just create my mark in the family tree. Continuing my line would mean nothing if she wasn’t beside me.

But she posed a challenge, and one I would do my damnedest to meet. So, I accepted her advance with my own. “Take those pants off.” My command was a touch harsh, but that only seemed to excite her more.

“I’m in charge here, Marcus. Lay there and take what I give you.”

“The hell you are.” I pulled the bindings off my wrists and grabbed her around the ribs. Crushing her to me, I wrenched her sleep shorts off her firm little ass. “Get up here.”

I yanked her above my head, spreading her thighs so that she straddled my face. Blowing lightly on the delicate curls, I lowered her gently down so that the junction between her legs rested on top of my face. Then I feasted. It didn’t take long to lick her into a wet, writhing mess above me. Right before I felt her about to let go, as her body was turning rigid and her moans were becoming pleas, I lifted her down my body.

She let loose a screech of protest and I smiled as I palmed a hand over my face. But Felicity had her own ideas. Catching me off guard, she pushed herself downwards, and before I could catch hold of her and control my entrance, she pressed down onto my cock. I jerked as I slid inside her tightness. Her returning smile told me this was payback.

Her tiny hands pressed hard into my shoulders as she lifted her hips up. I all but slid out of her. Just when I was about to tell her to knock it off, she slammed back down. My eyes closed and the words hovering on my lips vaporized into a hiss.

“You liked that?” she asked me.

“No.” I bit my lip.

“Liar.” She repeated the process. I trailed my hands up her thighs and the third time I was ready for her. When she slammed onto me, I pressed into her deep, bucking my hips up to meet her with equal fervor. It was her turn to cry out, and after that, she settled into finding a rhythm. I captured one of her pert little breasts and rubbed the taut nipple with my thumb. I knew she was close, and I was set to undo her. Then a thought hit me.

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