Page 54 of Mending Our Chance

31 Felicity

I slipped my hand into Marcus’ and pulled him down a long corridor away from the party. Not caring about who the hell just saw us conducting foreplay in the lobby, I also didn’t give a shit about who saw us run off together. This was my man, dammit! I had decided that I wanted to mix business and pleasure. It was going to take constant work, but the best things in life were always that way. And I was getting to work immediately.

Once inside an abandoned room, my fingers reached for the fly of his pants before the door had barely had time to slam closed. But as our bodies became tangled, urgency spurring on this much needed reunion, a thought crossed my mind. Suddenly, I paused, fully aware that I’d left him hanging.

“What is it, city slicker?” Marcus carefully slid a hand up my rib cage to steady me.

“I never said it back,” I blurted out.

“Said what?”

“That I love you.”

“I know.” Burying his face into my neck, he growled, “Though you have no idea how fucking much I love hearing it.”

“Show me, Marcus,” I whimpered, already lost to the sensation of his touch.

In one swift move, Marcus lifted me in his strong arms and pushed me against the wall. Our mouths collided in a savage devotion. Everything about this moment resonated with the deepest parts of my soul. There was no hesitation from either of our bodies. I, for one, was going to go crazy if he wasn’t inside me.

His hands, however, were more interested in exploring the hidden recesses of my dress. Yanking the thing up to my hips, I felt his hands prowling over my thighs before taking a good squeeze of my ass. I rubbed my slick core against his erection and barely got three or four words out in demand before his mouth possessed mine again. I moaned into his kiss, holding onto him for all I was worth.

Letting out a frustrated rumble, Marcus pulled back enough to say, “Fine, we’ll have a repeat of this later, where I draw it out until you are writhing under me.”

“Promise?” I panted.

“Yes, and it will be the first of many more, city slicker.”

“Good. Now. Inside me.” I tapped his shoulder with each syllable to amplify my rush. His dark gaze lavished me with attention and he let my insistent push create some room between us so that I could get at his belt and the fly of his pants. Once I had his cock released, I guided his soft tip to my opening, pulling back my soaked panties so I could let him in. “Inside me,” I ordered.

He was not slow to oblige. “Yes, boss,” he smirked.

“Partner.” I slipped a finger over his lips to correct him.

“Partner.” His eyes were liquid blue with the heat of his desire and he paused for a moment longer before pushing into my core.

My sob of approval spurred him onward. He pushed further into me, stretching me and filling me. My hands returned to his shoulders, more for something to grab hold of rather than a need for balance. He had me. And he wasn’t letting me go.

As he began to move inside me, Marcus tried to peel the dress down and take one of my breasts into his mouth. When it wouldn’t budge due to the iconic strap, he narrowed his eyes. “I hope you aren’t too attached to this thing,” he grunted as he gave it a good yank. The strap was neatly broken.

“How dare you!” I squeaked. “This is vintage couture.” The comment was a mere after thought, something that felt like it needed to be said, but wasn’t what I really felt. Before I could berate him further, he had the invisible zipper pulled down and my small breasts sprang free. My senses were immediately overwhelmed when the cooler air hit my ridged nipples. I bounced back into the wall, my breasts free and hungering for attention. While his palm fell to the left breast and rolled the tight nipple, his mouth found the right. I closed my eyes and instantly forgot about the damned dress in the ecstasy that ensued.

His ministrations left me panting, head thrown back against the wall. Tipping his hips forward, he thrust inside me again and again. It wasn’t going to be slow and sweet—there would be time for that later. This was a contract our bodies were signing, yet also a moment of healing.

As I climbed higher, I felt closer to exploding. It was a race to the edge we had been to many times before. But I couldn’t reach that fall of ecstasy. There was something else that needed to be said. Grabbing his head, I tilted it back so that I could whisper into his ear. “I forgive you, Marcus.”

When those words left my lips, Marcus pushed deep and groaned as he came. A moment later, the waves of my own release washed over me. Gasping for air, our foreheads collided and we stood wrapped in the most intimate of embraces. This was it; I had made the right decision. But the moment couldn’t last. Our reality was pressing us ever forward.

“I have to really clean up now,” I whispered, aware that I had barely enough time now to even powder my nose. I wiggled away from him, trying to drop my legs to the floor.

I was elated that we were going to march into that party and present a united front to the world. And even though there was a powerful force at our back, this was still our future that we were claiming. This was my partner, my man. We might have a long way to grow, but we would do it together.

“Wait.” Marcus shifted my weight, so that he held me with one arm. Reaching in-between my thighs, he maneuvered a hand into his pocket. “I have one more question for you.”

A little velvet box landed in my palm. I knew what he was asking before the words left his mouth. It was the perfect symbol of our unity—a ring of gold, with one hell of a rock on it. A large grin spread across my face and I felt excitement course through my body. Then I heard Marcus speak the four words every girl dreams of hearing, me being no exception.

My reply was immediate and simple. “Yes, Marcus, I will marry you.”

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