Page 67 of Ruthless Secrets
Is he expecting an answer? Because my brain has emptied itself of all thoughts except for those related to how turned on I am.
“No.” I fight the urge to rub my thighs together.
He’s standing so close that my breasts almost brush against his chest.
I want nothing more than to rub against him,allof him.
“See what you’ve done to me?” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his body.
A strangled sound escapes my lips as I feel his hardness against my stomach.
I’d forgotten just howbighe is, which only makes the ache between my thighs even more intense.
“The question is, how are you going to fix it?”
There are so many ways I could fix it, but not when our daughter is only a few feet away.
“Not here.” I glance at Zoe.
“I know just the place.” He bends down, lifting me up by the backs of my thighs.
I wrap them tightly around his waist as he carries me out of my room and into his room next door.
Somewhere along the way, our lips find each other and then the world around us seems to dissolve.
I barely notice Marco lying me down on the bed, especially when he starts stroking his tongue against mine.
Thattongue.
Now it’s all coming back to me.
I tighten my legs around his waist to force him to press his erection against my pussy, but it does little to bring me relief. Instead, it only makes me more impatient.
“Marco,” I moan as I try to grind my hips against him.
“You’ll get what you want soon enough,” he murmurs against my lips as he grinds against me. “But I want to make you come first.”
I’m starting to remember why I took him to my hotel room all those months ago.
Marco kisses down my neck as he begins pulling down the straps of my top to expose my breasts.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he grunts before taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking.
I’ve always had very sensitive nipples, but ever since having a baby, they’re become even more so.
As Marco circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, my eyes roll, and a rush of wetness spreads between my thighs.
“Keep doing that, and I’ll come.” I gasp as I arch against his touch.
Marco’s answering groan has me desperately grinding against him.
I sink my fingers into his thick hair to hold him in place, reveling in the feeling of his tongue on my body.
“I want to feel how wet you are.”
I squeeze my thighs together as he trails a finger along the curve of my breast and down my abdomen, all while still sucking on my nipple.
The closer he gets to my clit, the more it starts to throb, and I’m crying out by the time he dips his fingers inside my shorts and brushes them over my pussy.
