Page 7 of Havoc and Humor
“True. Do we need a safe topic?”
We were quiet for a while. Suddenly, I didn’t really want to talk about safe topics.
Mark twisted noodles around his fork and slipped them into his mouth. I couldn’t look away as his lips pressed together, and a short moan escaped his lips.
Being cheated on was a blow to the ego. And I hated it.
We might have been over one another and we had definitely grown apart, but cheating was a low blow. It wasn’t fair.
Jeremiah had accused me of cheating because of my feelings for Mark. Feelings I couldn’t deny.
Feelings that I could act on now that I was single.
“Do you want to talk about what happened with Jeremiah?”
I shook my head. “No. What I really want is to forget I ever had feelings for that jerk. He wasn’t the man I needed.”
“What sort of man do you need?” Mark had dropped his fork now. He gazed at me with heat behind his eyes.
“Someone who spoils me.” I laughed, only half kidding.
“Really? You like gifts and pretty things?”
I shook my head. “No. I want someone to hold me down, fuck my brains out, and tell me what a good boy I’ve been, then cuddle me after. That’s the kind of spoiled I want.”
Fuck, where had those words come from? Yeah, they were the truth, but it was a truth that Mark didn’t need to know.
Mark swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the effort and his eyes going wide. “You are perfect, Sawyer. And if your other partners have been too dumb to see that, then that’s their fault.”
I grinned, forcing myself to make a joke out of this, then maybe we could retreat from this discussion. “Tell me more about how I’m perfect.”
We were in dangerous territory now. I wasn’t talking to my boss. I was instead talking to a man I really wanted to grab me roughly and do all the dirty things to me that I dreamed of.
Mark’s eyes never left mine as he spoke. “You’re smart. And kind. You have an essence to you that I’ve never seen in another person before. You care so deeply, and your heart is beautiful, not unlike your body.”
“You’ve never seen my body, Mark,” I whispered. My gazed dropped to his lips, and I couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel on my skin.
He reached out a hand and trailed the back of his knuckles down my cheek. “But I’ve imagined it. Imagined how that blush that spreads across your cheeks might show up on your chest whenever I pay you all the compliments you deserve.”
My breath caught. He wasn’t wrong. I did blush when I was praised. But not from embarrassment. It was from desire. From need.
I stood up. My feet moving without me thinking through the actions. “I don’t want to think much more tonight, Mark.”
He pushed his chair back, inviting me to come closer and settle myself on his lap. “What do you want tonight?”
“You,” I said, and I straddled his lap.
I settled there like I belonged. Like I wasn’t shaking with desire for him.
His hands roved up my thighs and gripped my buttocks. He squeezed, and I moaned, grinding into him. He still wore his suit from the day; not enough of his skin was exposed.
“Your body is made to be worshipped,” he said.
“How would you worship me, Mark?”
His lips found my neck, and I melted into him. The warmth of his breath and then his tongue heated my skin. His hands left my ass and found the waistband of my pants. With one quick movement, he had my pants open and his hands were on my skin. My cock ached with the need for his touch.
“Your hands are magic,” I said.
