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I look at him in surprise. “You do?”
“I checked out the job fair the last two years and ended up talking to the same architecture firm for a long while. They offered me a starting position when I graduate.”
“Where are they based?” I ask.
“Their main office is in Dublin, and they have smaller offices all over the country. They specialise in rural houses and buildings and drawing plans that follow the rules of each area. All the technical details are what I’ll be doing,” Mark explains. “They’ll be having me do the different training courses I need for the role once I start for them.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
After dinner, I amble like a zombie to my room, taking Mark by the hand and dragging him after me. He’s rather willing for a captive, and there’s a gleefulness to him as he kicks the bedroom door shut and takes hold of my waist. Warning bells ring.
“Wait,” I say.
Too late. Mark turns me to him, pulling me off balance and catching me in the same manoeuvre. I fall against his chest, grunting, then scowl at him. “Mark,” I complain.
He grins at me and then his mouth is against mine. His grip slips from my waist, to my hips, to my behind, where he grasps me firmly. I jerk against him and shiver, eyelids fluttering shut as I sigh in delight. His mouth bares down on me hard a moment, and I groan in confusion before I’m suddenly lifted off my feet. Mark adjusts me so easily, one hand on my back to stabilise my position.
Our kiss breaks during the lift. I grab his shoulders and am glad that I have enough distance to keep our mouths apart. I frown at Mark, feigning displeasure as the opposite turns my nerves to sparking heat. “You should warn me first,” I grumble.
Mark walks us to the bed, black eyes glinting as he grins up at me. “Should I?” he asks, clearly unconcerned with my complaint. “But I like how you grab a hold of me. And how you sink against me…”
I refuse to sink, staring down at him. My tiredness is forgotten.
“I’m setting you down now,” Mark says. “Warning enough for you?”
Mark does as he says, and I refuse to let go, dragging him down on top of me. He’s entirely willing to fall; catching partof his weight, but the rest I think relishes in crushing down on me. I gasp in surprise, his considerably heavier weight and size immobilising me on the bed. Mark grabs a handful of hair and I groan as he pulls me into position to receive his devouring kisses. I’m feverish, overwhelmed, and am only half aware of my desperate attempts to rut against him as he pins me in place with his body.
I come embarrassingly fast.
Really embarrassingly fast, because Mark didn’t really do anything yet. He laid on top of me. Teased his tongue to mine, and I have a mess in my underwear.
“You’re irresistible,” Mark groans. He releases my hair, and I tilt my face away to pant. He withdraws onto his knees, brushes hair back from his face, and fixes his dark eyes on me.
“Was that too fast?” I ask, catching my breath. I can’t help but notice the sizeable tent in Mark’s pants. I doubt he even had time to get erect in the time I took to come.
“Not at all,” he reassures with a grin. “Can I take off your prosthetic?” His gaze flicks down. “And your trousers?”
I nod.
“Want me to blindfold you?” Mark asks as he folds up my sweatpants.
I quickly shake my head. I missed out last time when I had the blindfold on. I want to see Mark for all of this, see his expressions as he releases on me. I squirm in impatience as he takes off my prosthetic. He’s focused on what he’s doing, and I’m focused on the massive bulge in his trousers. I gnaw on my cheek—Mark suddenly presses his hand into my sternum and pins me to the bed with one hand.
“Wait there.”
I wait as Mark gets up to prop my prosthetic against the bedside table, and then returns to the edge of the bed. Rather than climbing back on top of me, he grasps the back of my knees and pulls meto him. I slid across the bed with a surprised yelp, and I see the sound delights Mark—that satisfied grin is a ridiculous give away.
Mark tugs my sweatpants and boxers off together, freeing my spent cock to rest against my belly. Mark parts my knees, opening me up to his gaze, and he stares down at me. His grin falters and he swallows hard, his grip on me tightening. My cock twitches and his gaze drinks in the reaction.
“Would you be comfortable on all fours?” Mark asks me, reaching down to give my cock a careful tug. I writhe at his touch and lift my hips for more. A slap—I moan, the small sting on my ass making my cock twitch wildly.
“Answer me,” Mark warns.
I’m so heavily aroused, a fog of need and want descends on my mind as I struggle to answer. I almost don’t just so he’ll slap me again, but what he does instead is stop tugging on my cock. “I’ll have to try to know,” I manage. “I don’t make a habit of crawling around.”
“We’ll try it. If it’s sore, tell me immediately.”
Having learned from last time, I nod quickly.
