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As Lana’s jaw slackened, giving in to the pleasure, he too matched her insanity. His back stiffened and he thrust deeper. Her tight spasms clamped around him, rippling through his muscles and pushing him over the edge.
Lana pressed her forehead to his. “I’m going to need that gin now.” She chuckled.
He kissed her swollen lips, he rasped, “And I need to do that again.”
The corners of her mouth rose slowly, melting his heart into an unknown shape. Lana rose on the balls of her feet, letting his softened cock slip out. She stood, each foot astride his thighs, her pussy in front of his face.
“Look, baby.”
With a quick intake of air, he watched in awe as his creamy liquid was expelled, clinging to the inside of her leg.
“You came inside me,” she purred sexily.
“Fuck! That’s so sexy, Lana. I’ve never done that with a woman before. You’re making me hard again.” His heart was slamming against his chest and all the blood was rushing straight to his dick.
Nudging her closer, he pulled her mound to his face. He latched onto her nub until her legs quivered and shook. An immense orgasm exploded in her core.
Without realising it, Lana had just woven herself into the innermost chambers of his heart. The overwhelming feelings were so new to him, so unknown.
He couldn’t decide whether his heart was going to explode with love, or if he was going to have a heart attack.
36
When they finally made it back to the dining table, fresh drinks were waiting.
A rosy glow blushed her cheeks and Marcus wore a smug smile on his gorgeous face.
Lana pulled open the menu. “What do you recommend? It all looks so good.”
He cleared his throat and hesitated. “I have to go to New York tomorrow. I want you to come with me,” he half ordered, half asked.
“Do we have to leave so soon?” she pouted.
“Believe me, I’d rather be relaxing with you all day, than sitting in meetings. But this one is very important. It’s a life changer. I’m not leaving you behind this time.” His hand crossed the table and his fingers brushed her knuckles.
“What about Fred…” Her words drowned under the shrill voice behind her.
“Oh my god. There you are. I should have known you would come here.”
A loud voice like sugary syrup projected in their direction. Lana froze, catching sight of a tall slender model-esque vision of beauty who strutted towards their table.
Her slender frame donned navy shorts, with a silky red blouse tucked in neatly to show off her non-existent waist. Marcus pushed back his chair and stood.
He greeted the elegant woman with a nod. Her earthy brown hair was scattered with gold that glistened in the sunlight. She yanked off her oversized sunglasses and dropped them on the table in front of Lana.
Spreading open her arms, she held Marcus in a tight embrace. A warning flashed in Lana’s mind and her chest tightened. She watched helplessly as the overly friendly gesture lingered.
Marcus broke the embrace, yet her nude glossy lips kissed both his cheeks and her hands rested on his broad shoulders. His back stiffened at the gesture. Was it because Lana was there, or did he not like the close interaction?
The scene before her was all too familiar and exceptionally rude given Marcus’s failure to introduce her.
The woman grabbed his hands. “I thought you were in New York, but when I called the hotel they told me you hadn’t checked in. I guessed you were either at your dad’s or with your brother.” Her fingers slid down the seam of his shirt.
The invaders voice nipped at Lana’s skull. A combination of nausea and irritation mashed together with one massive unhealthy scoop of hate.
His husky voice cracked open her fears like a can opener. “Natasha, this is Lana.” Marcus looked down at her, his eyes giving nothing away.
He introduced Natasha to Lana, not the other way around.Did he need this woman’s approval?Natasha gave her a sideward glance.
