Page 30 of Having the Dragon's Baby

Marcus kissed her neck as he moved in and out. The soap sliding off her body eased his already smooth dick easily inside her lubricated pussy.

“Do I feel ready for you?”

He saw her nails dig into the wall as she moaned. “Yes.”

Her moans became loud and long as Marcus laid victory over his siren, again, again, and again.

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Rachel turned off the now-cold water as they dried with fluffy towels big enough to be a blanket.

“You know, if you’re not careful, I could get used to this,” she teased, hanging her towel on a hook.

“I hope you do. I couldn’t stand my mate living anywhere but here.” Marcus froze as soon as the words left his mouth.

Dammit. That was the last thing he wanted to let slip. Being with her had just made him all too comfortable.

He looked quickly at Rachel to see her reaction.

She was frozen in the doorway, hand resting on the frame.

“Your what?”

It was too late now. He better just go with it and admit the truth. They had already come this far.

“I was going to tell you sooner, but I didn’t want to scare you off.”

She turned around and looked at him. “I know what the basics of a mate are, but what makes you say that about me?”

Marcus saw the question lingering in her eyes. She didn’t think she was good enough for him. It almost broke his heart for her to even think she was anything less than she was.

“It’s hard to explain, but it’s true. What you and I have is called true or fated mates.” He watched her blank face. “It’s a lot, I know. Can you let me at least explain over dinner before you freak out?”

Her face softened. “Freak out? No, I just don’t really understand it, that’s all. So, explaining over food sounds good.”

Marcus smiled. “Okay. Thank you. I’ll order some food if you want to pour us a glass of wine.”

He threw clothes on as his mind buzzed over how he was going to explain this to Rachel.

Calling to order dinner gave him enough time to find the right words, but he felt it could still go either way, depending on how she felt toward him.

He knew she felt something for him, but he wasn’t sure the level matched his feelings.

He’d do his best to explain. That’s all he could do.

Damn, me and my big mouth. Finally, I let my feelings show, and this is what happens.

He tried to put the negativity away as he dialed one of his enforcers to pick up their meal from the restaurant he had called just a minute before.

He walked into the living room and found Rachel sipping a glass of wine while sitting on the couch where they had gotten their first taste of each other only a few days earlier.

Marcus sat beside her as she offered the other glass to him.

He was nervous and hated that. He took a sip to build himself back up.

“Our food’s on its way.”

She nodded, taking another sip.

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