Page 76 of Our Broken Pieces
He stands and unties the ribbon, kissing each of my wrists. He sits down next to me, taking my hand to help me up. Cupping my cheeks, he kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue and pull him to me, hungry to show my appreciation.
I’m breathless by the time he moves back to look at me. “I was wrong yesterday. You lying here, spread wide open for me, feeling you come against my tongue; this is my favoriteprincess.” His words are filthy, yet his eyes are sincere and gentle. There’s something there that I haven’t noticed before. I don’t know how to feel about that, so I quickly change the subject.
“I probably wrecked my hair.”
He tucks some stray strands behind my ear. “Still beautiful, still my favorite.”
My brain is starting to come back to earth when I realize we’ve been here a while. “We need to get out of here before the next appointment. Sit still. I’m going to fix your hair.”
I run my fingers through his waves, working it back into place. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I need a mirror.” I look around the room.
“Here.” He opens the camera on his phone and holds it while I do what I can to look composed.
“Thank you.”
“Ready for dinner?”
“I am, I’m starving. It’s not fair you already ate and I got nothing.” I wink at him.
“You’re dirty.” He stands, then waves his hand to get me to continue. “Get it all out now.”
I press my lips together, take a loud breath through my nose, and let it go. “There was no sausage at the feast? Is that a glass slipper you’re holding or are you happy to see me? I want to ride the royal stallion?”
“Done?”
“One more. Aren’t you going to bibbidi bobbidi do me?”
“Better now?
“Yeah, I feel much better.”
“You’re ridiculous. Come on, we’re going to be late to dinner.”
“We’re going to dinner like this?”
“I didn’t get dressed up not to go out. Plus, we’ll fit in where we’re going. Here, put these on.” He grabs a bag off to the sideof the room. He hands me a pair of light blue converse and pulls out a pair of loafers for himself.
“You freaking thought of everything.”
“I didn’t want our feet to hurt.”
Once we’re ready, I take his hand, following him out of the room and down the hall toward the reception area.
“Where are we going? What about our stuff?”
When we stop by the front desk, he hands Samantha his credit card. Signing the receipt, he thanks her and places his hand back in mine.
“I had our things taken back to the suite. Right now, we’re getting you that princess dinner.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
Marcus
After I told Gigi our plans for dinner, her eyes filled with tears. Which does nothing to help my still semi hard dick. It might sound sick, but I love it when she cries in front of me. She stops after we walk outside and I stand in front of her.
“Don’t cry, G. You’ll ruin your makeup.” I fish one of the tissues out of my pocket and hand it to her.
