Page 74 of Bar Down

“Come to bed.”

They left clothes behind on the floor—shoes, shirt, her skirt, his jacket—trailing behind them like breadcrumbs.

Her bedroom was dim, only a sliver of streetlight through the blinds. Stephanie reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small foil packet, pressing it into his hand as she climbed onto the bed. Then she turned away from him, got on her hands and knees. Resting on her forearms, hips lifted, she looked back at him over her shoulder.

“Like this,” she said.

Marcus tore open the condom and rolled it on, eyes locked on her.

He moved behind her, one hand tracing the dip of her spine and the curve of her hips, reverently. Leaning forward, he kissed her shoulder before lining himself up and easing inside her in one long, steady thrust.

Stephanie gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets.

The stretch of him, the way he filled her, wasn’t just good—it was earth shattering.

He held still for a moment, deep inside, his hands planted on either side of her ribs. Then he began to move—slow, strong thrusts that rocked her forward, every stroke landing with a rhythm that made her bite her lip and whimper.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured behind her.

“It’s perfect,” she said, voice rough. “Don’t stop.”

His hands slid up to her shoulders, gripping gently, using her to deepen each thrust. His rhythm increased—controlled but needy, hips slapping against hers with growing intensity.

She pushed back against him, meeting every movement, gasping as he moved to cup her swaying breasts. Her second orgasm came harder than the first—sharp and sudden. Her whole body locked up, then pulsed around him, her cries muffled into the pillow as she lost herself completely.

Marcus growled her name against the back of her neck, and then he followed her over the edge, his rhythm stuttering as he buried himself deep one last time, trembling behind her with a groan torn straight from his throat.

They stayed like that for a beat—him still inside her, their bodies slick and shaking.

Then, slowly, he pulled out, stood to remove the condom and toss it, then climbed back into bed beside her, pulling her into his arms.

She curled into his chest, sweat cooling on her skin, heart still thudding hard against his.

“I love you,” she said.

His eyes softened, and he kissed her forehead.

“I love you too.”

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