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And both times were with the same woman.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Savannah woke up, not lying beside Marcellus with his arms around her the way she had fallen asleep. But she woke up on top of Marcellus, his dress shirt she wore around her waist, and his hands on her ass in a frozen squeezed position. And his penis had wedged itself between her legs. When she realized all of this, she lifted her head up quickly, as if by reflex. Her sudden move caused Marcellus to wake up too.
When he opened his eyes and saw Savannah’s adorable face staring back at him, he smiled. It wasn’t a dream after all. “Good morning.”
“How did I get on top of you?”
That was news to him. “Apparently I pulled you on top of me.”
“When?”
“I have no recollection of it, but I assumed it was during the night.”
He seemed so open with her, and so innocent about it, that she believed him. Besides, he was a man who could have any woman he wanted at the drop of a hat. He didn’t have to sneak peeps at her.
But it was only during her questioning of her changed position did he realize just what she meant. He could feel her small, bare bottom beneath his large hands, and his penis between her legs. “Ah,” he said as he felt what she was feeling. “I see what you mean.” But when he said it, he had a sudden erection, which she felt too.
Both of them were staring into each other’s eyes. He relaxed his hands on her ass: he wasn’t squeezing her anymore, which she appreciated. But it wasn’t lost on her that he didn’t remove his hands altogether. Not that she wanted him to. Oddly enough, she didn’t.
And it was as if they reset right then and there. “Good morning,” he said to her again.
“Good morning. Any word on Niko?”
“No. I checked overnight. My son Scottie, who happens to be the chief of security for Drakos Aeronautics, is still here at the house with us overseeing the activity. Then he took one of his big hands and cupped her small chin. “You’re worried about him.”
“Of course I am. I’m surprised I slept at all. From what you’re telling me now, you barely did.”
“Actually I slept better than I usually do. But don’t let my tough exterior fool you. I’m worried sick too. He’s my son.”
“Which you love deeply.” For some reason Savannah wanted the words to come out of his mouth. Niko said they never had in his entire life.
And they weren’t coming out that morning either. Marcellus said nothing.
The wall was still there, Savannah thought. Until she began to feel his hands rubbing her backside. She looked at him.
Marcellus could not believe how much of a boner he had for this woman, particularly at a time like this. But he had it and he had it bad. So bad that he even stared into her eyes wondering how it would feel to ease his penis inside of her big and raw. He stopped having unprotected sex completely after child number five was born, which was over twenty-six years now, but he would reconsider it for Savannah.
But Savannah knew that look he was giving her all too well. Not that she didn’t want it. She did. But it wasn’t the timenor place. And before things got out of hand, she began getting off of him, and out of bed.
Marcellus could feel his erection harden even more as she slid off of him. But as she began walking toward his ensuite bathroom, easing down his shirt that was bunched up around her waist, but before that revealing her small, tight ass to him, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to contain himself. But he also knew, given the circumstances, that he had to.
He swung his feet out of bed and sat on its edge. Niko’s kidnappers had said they’d be in touch in the next couple days. Which could be today. His goal was to give them whatever they wanted in exchange for his son, and get his child back. It was that simple to him. But what if Savannah was right and there was a connection to his aviation disasters? That would mean it wasn’t just greed they were after, but something personal. Something that specifically involved him and not just his money. Which, unlike paying a ransom, would be a nightmare to contain.
Which only heightened his anxiety.
And his need for a release valve.
And when he made his way to the bathroom and saw that Savannah had washed her clothing and hung them up on the hooks of the bathrobe racks, he smiled. She was so down-to-earth that it warmed his heart. Here was a woman who didn’t give a damn about how things looked to other people, and he was loving it. She knew the clothes on her back were the only clothes she had at the time, so she took care of the problem by washing out what she had.
Although, what she didn’t know, was that overnight, while she slept, Marcellus had given her key to his housekeeping supervisor and ordered her, accompanied by security guards, to go to Savannah’s apartment, get as many of her clothes and undergarments as she could gather up, and bring them to hismansion. All while she slept like a baby. It was intrusive, he knew, but he felt it needed to be done. And it was done.
He also noticed that she had discarded his shirt and was already in his shower bathing. Which only made him more determined. He peed quickly, washed his hands, and then made his way to the stall.
When he opened the door and saw her in all of her nakedness, looking so damn sexy that he couldn’t contain himself, he got in that shower with her. Didn’t ask permission. Just got in.
But Savannah wasn’t startled by his forwardness. That look in his eyes was exactly how she felt too. She’d been fighting it off ever since she saw him again, but it was a losing battle. She welcomed his intrusion.
