Page 20 of All That Glitters

I just haven’t been willing to admit it to myself.

He breaks away, only to scrape his stubble along my cheek. “Empire.” My name is a moan dragged up from the depths. He drags his tongue along the side of my neck, and I arch against his hardness again.

Shit, I want him inside of me. I want him to dominate me.

My world narrows until it’s only the two of us.

I’m not willing to let this end yet. I take his face in my hands and kiss him harder, claiming him with my tongue. He’s just as greedy for this as I am, his fingers trailing over my hip up to my breast, down between us. He sucks my tongue into his mouth at the same time as he slips his hand up inside my shorts, higher and higher—

Shit. I suck in a breath, clenching him with my legs at his waist and holding on to him as his index finger slides through my wetness. His hand is inside my panties, his fingers on me, probing, flexing.

He pushes against my opening, the gesture teasing, before he pushes my folds apart.

“You are so wet for me,” he murmurs.

My face burns, but it’s not shame.

His other arm tightens around me to keep me in place when he slips the first inch of his index finger inside my pussy, and I gasp.

This is crazy, absolute madness, and I’m still not close enough to him.

I rock against him to bring him deeper inside of me, and Marcus breaks the kiss, trailing his teeth across my jaw and down my neck. He bites me in the same place he did yesterday, covering his mark with his teeth for a second time. We’re nothing but heat and tongue and touch, and I feel him everywhere. Need makes it hard to breathe.

“That’s it.” He works his finger inside of me in time with his kisses until I surrender to him, melting. “That’s a good girl.”

He presses the base of his thumb to my clit to circle it in time with the slight thrust of his fingers. Colors burst in front of my vision, and it’s a struggle to draw a full breath as energy lights my insides.

None of those other boys knew what they were doing when they touched me, but Marcus… he’s an expert with his fingers. I can only imagine what he could do with his cock if I let him.

“Do you want to come for me?” he asks.

I can only nod. He kisses me again until I’m pliant, shuddering around him. I’m close. I’m so close, if he just—

His phone rings in his pocket, the sound as sharp as a shot from a cannon, and Marcus breaks the kiss, his brows coming together in a dark V. He keeps fingering me while he fishes in his pocket for the cell and drags it out, looking at the caller before he presses the screen to answer it.

He doesn’t let me up.

“Parker, what do you want now?” His words are clipped.

“Tell me you had a chance to talk to her about the part.” I hear Parker clearly on the other line of the phone, and I open my mouth to say something, to pull away and lose the precious intrusion of Marcus’ fingers inside me, but he glares at me, purses his lips into a shushing gesture, and shakes his head lightly, a nonverbal cue for me not to make a sound.

“I haven’t had a chance to talk to her about her contract yet, but the moment I do, you’ll be the first person I call,” Marcus responds. He keeps the pace of his fingering but increases the pressure on my clit. “I told you to give me until the end of the week.”

My thighs tremble as he drives out an incredibly rough rhythm inside me.

“I know what I said,” Parker snaps. “I’m insistent at this point. I need to finalize my budget, so I have to know today if Empire is in or out.”

In and out, his fingers stroke until pleasure rushes through me. I’m so close.

Lost in the sensation of him and the hardness of his thighs, his cock, against me.

How can he be so cavalier when he speaks to Parker when he’s driving me absolutely crazy?

“I’ve never known you to show your hand this way,” Marcus continues.

“Well, you know how it is when the big dogs pull your leash. I’ve got them breathing down my neck for a final budget for this movie, and I. Need. Her.”

I shudder against Marcus, his fingers driving me right over the edge into an orgasm until the waves of it numb my mind. My forehead drops to his shoulder as I struggle to breathe, to ride through the waves of sensation.

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