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"She did her job. I have the book, and I signed it,” he tells the person. "I don't care. She's here because of a snowstorm, and I wouldn't allow her to leave. Me."
Marley is totally taking the fall for me getting stuck up here. I’m starting to think he’s just like one of the romance heroes I read about, just not from another planet.
"We can circle back to this after the holidays," Marley tells them. His tone is firm and doesn't leave room for argument. "And I'm sending over a company to replace the espresso machine. It's a gift. Belle loves mine, so I'm going to have the same one sent there." He pauses again and then makes a face like he’s disgusted. "No, I'm not single."
My mouth falls open. Are they hitting on him? I ball my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palms.
"That will be all, Ms. King,” he says coolly before hanging up.
Ms. King is beautiful in a classically polished way. I assume it’s what most guys are looking for.
"That was impressive," I tell him, still in disbelief that he did that for me. "I've never seen anyone go toe to toe with her." I wouldn't put it past her to drive out here. When Ms. King wants something, she always gets it.
"It might have all been for nothing,” he says, and my stomach drops.
"Why?" The one word comes out like a squeak.
"You're still thinking about staying, right?" He looks so hopeful it’s kind of sweet.
"I am," I say as relief fills me. "You know, Ms. King is, um, really pretty." His eyes search my face as his expression turns to confusion. “I’m only letting you know because…” I trail off, then make myself start again. “I’m letting you know in case she shows up and then you regret lying about not being single.”
Once I get it out, I start to fidget and tuck hair behind my ear.
"I don’t give a fuck about her, and I wasn't lying." He tosses my phone onto the bed.
"Oh my god, do you have a girlfriend?" I have been heavily flirting with him and having the naughtiest dreams. Ones that are going to ensure I get nothing but coal this year from Santa. Still worth it.
Marley clears the small space between us, and before I know what’s happening, his fingers sink into my hair and he tilts my head back. His eyes are intense, and his hold is firm, so there’s no missing how serious he is.
“I'm not that kind of man, Belle.”
"So a boyfriend?" I tease, and he smirks. Thank all the gods because I kind of want this man all to myself.
"I would never cheat, and when we were cuddling last night, you had your hand all over my dick." I suck in a breath. "Then you were pulling my hand down your panties and letting me in that sweet, warm, welcoming pussy."
"Marley," I whisper, my face burning with embarrassment and arousal. "That was a dream."
"No, it wasn’t,” he says, pressing into me. I can feel the hard outline of his cock against my stomach. “I mean, it's what dreams are made of, but it really fucking happened. And just so you know, I want more."
My heart starts to race, and my stomach flutters. "Like, um, right now?"
"Whenever you're ready."
If this is still a dream, then I never want to wake up.
Chapter Twelve
MARLEY
“If you, um, wanted that right now, I think that would be okay with me,” Belle says softly as she looks down at the front of my pajama pants.
My cock has tented the front of my pajamas because I’m so fucking hard, and seeing her lick her lips makes it turn to stone. “Yeah, I want it now,” I tell her, my hands tightening in her hair. “I want it real bad.” Her cheeks are rosy with how shy she is, and I love it. “But first I’m going to kiss you.”
Her eyes widen, and I don’t miss the excitement there. She watches me as I bend down and keeps them open when I brush my lips over hers. I grin against her mouth before I lick her bottom lip. If she wants to watch me kiss her, that’s fine with me.
As soon as my tongue slides over her bottom lip, she gasps, and I slip my tongue into her mouth. Our lips connect as I taste her, and that’s when she shuts her eyes. A moan comes out of her as I deepen the kiss and lick her tongue the same way I want to lick her pretty cunt.
“You let me put my fingers in here last night,” I say as I move my hand between her legs and cup her pussy. “Think you can give me a taste?”
