Page 83 of Stolen By the Enemy

“What happened to ‘shhh’?” I ask him, teasingly.

He laughs and pulls his pants back up before moving to lie next to me. “Should we have some of this picnic?”

I sit up and grab a bunch of grapes, suddenly starving.

Marco sits up too, moving to the other side of the low table that has been set out.

I notice he has his gun with him, which means he left his guards at home. It’s a comforting thought for me after our steamy moment.

We nibble on the food and have some of the tequila as a celebratory meal, toasting to our lives and our future.

Marco tells me how nervous he was about asking me, and I tell him how this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.

We keep the conversation light and happy.

We both know that we’ll be dealing with the hard stuff tomorrow—and every day after that.

After some food, Marco asks if I want to take a photo.

I’m sure my makeup is ruined and my hair is a mess after I spent twenty minutes on the ground, but I agree, wanting something to remember tonight by.

We do the typical selfie, me holding my hand with the ring up and Marco kissing my cheek.

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“Do you have to go back to your house tonight?” I ask Marco as we walk back into the beach house.

We’re both wet and cold, since it started raining as we started walking back.

“Actually, I was thinking we could both go back to our house,” he says, emphasizing the word “our”, which gives me a fluttery feeling in my chest.

“That would be nice.” I smile. “But I need to shower and get into warmer clothes first. Join me?”

Marco follows me like a puppy as I lead him into the bathroom.

I’m enjoying this new dynamic, him listening to me and allowing me to take the lead, but still being the protective man that he has been all along.

We both undress in the bathroom and Marco turns on the shower.

I grab his arm before he can get in, kneeling in front of him, making sure my knees land on the plush shower mat.

He’s already hard, but I want to help make sure that’s going to last, so I place my mouth around his shaft.

Using my tongue and lips, and lightly grazing my teeth along his dick, I keep going until he moans and reaches down to pull me up onto my feet.

We step into the shower together, and Marco grabs one of the loofahs.

He squeezes soap onto my chest and rubs it in with the loofah, kissing me as he does so.

He moves the soapy loofah in circular movements down to my stomach, and slowly towards my left thigh, then the right.

Suddenly, he turns me to face the wall and pushes me up against it, washing my back with the loofah first, and then dropping it at our feet and pushing his body against mine.

He lifts my hips to meet his, entering me from behind, his hands steadying my hips as he sends me into yet another explosive climax.

This time, we come together, and when we’re done, we stand under the shower for a few more minutes, holding our naked bodies against each other.

Getting out of the shower, we both get dressed and Marco tells me to bring my bag and any other items I want to take with me.

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