Page 9 of Wicked Flirt
The reasons not to be with Marcus kept piling up—he was a lying cheater, his mom hated her, and her friends didn’t approve. Theno-thankstrifecta. So why did she feel disappointed? Maybe the rumors about him weren’t true. She was having trouble reconciling them with the kindness she’d seen in him.
Ally raised her brows at Sabrina, her blue eyes dancing with mischief. “Maybe Lexi just wants a little fun in a big package.” She turned to Lexi. “You want to bang him, right?”
Lexi snorted at the blunt question.
“Ally!” Sabrina exclaimed.
“I’m sorry,” Ally said, not sounding sorry at all. “It’s just that he sort of oozes sex. Maybe I should’ve said you would enjoy some early foreplay stuff?”
Lexi burst out laughing.
Logan and Marcus walked back in. “What’s so funny?” Logan asked, already smiling in anticipation. He was a real cutie when he smiled, his brown eyes sparkling with good humor. His light brown beard was hot too.
“Nothing,” Sabrina said primly. “Ally said something inappropriate.”
Ethan walked into the kitchen, his eyes only for his love. “Ally loves inappropriate.”
Ally laughed. “I do. It’s terrible.”
Ethan cracked a smile, his face lighting up like Ally was the sun and he worshipped her. “It’s great.”
“What’s next?” Marcus asked, hands on his hips, giving them all a peek under his tank top to sculpted pecs and ridged abs. All of him—from his huge shoulders to the round massive bulge of biceps to his chest and abs—glistened with sweat. Testosterone city. “Dining room table?”
All three women stared at him. It was impossible to look away from all that sweaty sexy male.
“Yeah, let’s get the chairs first,” Logan said.
A few minutes later, the men left with a pair of chairs each.
“Woo!” Ally exclaimed, fanning her face with her hand. “I can see why you’ve been checking him out so much, Lex! He looks like a male model—ooh, even better—like one of those sexy stripper guys!”
“Just because the man is built,” Sabrina said in an even tone, “doesnotmake him a stripper.”
Lexi flashed to a stripping Marcus, her cheeks flushing, and quickly pushed that image out of her mind. She dropped to her knees to close the flaps on the box she’d been filling, hiding her embarrassing reaction.
Ally pulled some plastic containers from a cabinet. “He’slikea stripper. I know he owns a bar. Come on, Lexi! It’sus.You can’t tell me you’re just going to ignore all that studliness!”
“What do you want me to say?” she asked, holding the box closed and reaching one hand up to the counter for the tape. “Marcus is sex personified. He’s a magnificent stud, panty-melting man candy, an orgasm-inducing eye-fuck. And he’s a man who’s got his shit together. What could be better than that?”
“Thank you,” Marcus replied.
Lexi squeaked in surprise, nearly falling over. She shot her friends fierce glares for not warning her he’d returned. Sabrina grimaced apologetically. Ally shrugged and whispered, “He just got here.”
She slowly stood to face him, her cheeks flaming. And she wassonot a blusher.
He stared at her for an excruciatingly awkward moment.
“Girl talk,” she said, really hoping he hadn’t heard anything before the got-his-shit-together part.
He jerked his chin. “Figured.”
Logan and Ethan returned, and Marcus went to help them carry out the dining room table, a smile playing over his lips.
She stood perfectly still, frozen in awkward limbo, waiting for the men to leave. As soon as they cleared the doorway, she turned to her friends. “How much did he hear?”
“I think he got here at orgasm,” Ally said matter-of-factly. “But he might’ve heard more from the hallway. The door’s propped open and you were kinda loud.”
Sabrina nodded. “Orgasm-inducing eye-fuck. You were on a roll. I think I sort of froze when he did.”
