Page 21 of A Father's Bliss

“Look at me, babygirl. I want to see what that pretty face looks like when you come for me.”

I hadn’t realized my eyes had drifted closed, or how heavy they’d be to open. But I do as I’m told, peeling them open to the sight of Marcus’s dark gaze locked on me as curls his tongue around my clit again.

And it’s all I need.

My orgasm erupts, blazing through me with an intensity I’ve never felt, burning through my veins so rapidly I scream out. My vision is peppered with white as I fall back into the counter, my entire core contracting as he continues to finger fuck me through it.

I blindly reach back, grabbing for anything I can hold on to. My fingers latch onto one of the island chairs and I yank it closer to the counter. Something hard thuds against the ground, followed by a mess of other things, but I don’t care. I can’t.

All I can focus on is the pressure and how it doesn’t stop. Doesn’t end. The pleasure is continuous and feels as if it’s somehow building all over again. Like if he doesn’t stop…

But then, just as it starts to ascend, it vanishes, like being plucked from the heat and dropped in an ice bath.

“Wait!”

It’s all I can manage before Marcus is back on his feet and towering over me. “Who knew you’d be so greedy, baby girl. Are you always like this or only for me?”

Chest still heaving, heart on the verge of an arithmetic episode, I gape at him, confused at what the hell just happened. “I don’t under—what?”

Marcus grants me one of those damn smirks that makes my knees weak as he rubs this thumb under his bottom lip. “Have you never come back to back, Renee?”

My eyebrows furrow, but when I start to speak, start to tell him how I’ve only ever heard of that because of books, his gaze falls to the floor beside me.

Barely having an ounce of energy, only my eyes follow him as he kneels and picks something up off the floor. When he stands upright again, I catch sight of the box. The small white box with the purple rose.

Shit.

Embarrassment creeps up my neck, but Marcus simply rips off the protective plastic around it, and unboxes it. “Time for that fishing lesson.”

Am I currently holding on to the railing for dear life, trying to act as if I’m not still shaking from what happened? Absolutely.

I’m somewhere in between satisfied and needy for more, and the territory is completely foreign to both me and my body. I’ve never felt such euphoric bliss. It was from somewhere deep that I—or no one else— has ever been able to reach, and now, I’m staring out at the dark water wondering how the hell I’ll ever go back to anything else. How I’m going to find anyone else that makes me feel what Marcus does.

Troy said we just needed to work ourselves out of our systems but this doesn't feel like that. It’s as though I’ve only had my first bite and now I want so much more. More of those fingers. Those dirty words.Him.

Fuck.

I guess this is also where I’m supposed to consider why wanting him wouldn’t be a good idea. There’s still the same issues that prevented me from pursuing him in the first place.My old man. His son. I should still care about those things, shouldn’t I?

Probably. But I don’t. At least, not right now. Harrison could canoe his ass right next to this boat and I wouldn’t give a shit.

“How are you feeling?”The deep rumble of Marcus’s voice comes from behind me.

I spin around, propping my elbows up over the railing. “Incredible. You?”

His hooded gaze drifts over my frame. I’m still in the white cami, skirt, and heels, but am missing my cardigan and underwear. Something about it feels both forbidden and sexy.

“Hungry.”

My eyes flash as I recall what else I knocked over in the kitchen; dinner. “Sorry about that. I?—”

He shakes his head. “Not for food, baby girl.”

“Oh.” I clamp down onto my bottom lip, the muscle in my abdomen tightening.

“But first.” He lifts a small black bag. “I want to teach you a little lesson.”

Running a hand through my hair, I kick off the railing. “Not to say I don’t want to learn how to fish, but I’d much rather do something else first.”

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