Page 96 of Fool's Gold

“I have a lot to make up for.” I kiss down the side of her neck, nibbling at the spot just above her collarbone where I know she loves to be touched. “I’ve treated you poorly.”

She shakes her head, but I’m not going to stop until I get it all out there. We’ve been granted a second chance. Fuck, it’s more like a third or fourth chance.

I’ve shoved her away from me, treated her like shit, and she still risked everything to save my ass.

We’ll have to talk about her ruined career eventually, in great detail.

Right now, who gives a shit? I’m not her manager anyway. She already fired me.

“I’ve loved you since I was a teenager, Marcus,” she says softly. “I need you to know that. I definitely didn’t endorse the Hot Daddy Marcus thing, but you are so special to me.”

I run my mouth along the smooth column of her throat and then down lower, burying my face in her tits. She tightens her thighs around me, and need claws right through my gut.

“Good. You’re mine, Em. You won’t have anyone else. Ever.”

“Please tell me you’re serious this time, and you’re not going to have another come-to-Jesus moment where you try to give me up for my own good?” Her question is a breathless babble, her hands in my hair, and her smile so beautiful it breaks my heart.

I drag the dress zipper down her slender torso. “I’m serious. If you’ll have me, then we’re going to do this.”

My cock hardens further in an effort to get to her. There are only a few layers of fabric separating us, plus my broken body, but I’ll push through.

Empires stares up at me with a grin lighting her features.“You’re telling me…that I love you, and you love me. And we’re actually going to be together.”

She’s sexy as hell with her messy hair and her dark eye makeup, staring at me until my pulse goes absolutely nuts.

“Fuck yes, baby,” I breathe. “You and me.”

That’s the way it is.

An impatient growl somehow makes its way past my lips, low and dramatic enough to have her chuckling again. Empire grinds against me and rolls her hips, her dress riding up her thighs, and I’m willing to bet her panties are already soaked.

She nips at me and sucks my lower lip into her mouth.

“You’re too old to push yourself when the doctors say you need to rest.”

“Old,” I repeat, nipping her right back. “It sounds like you’re issuing a challenge.”

“Only making a statement.”

On paper, we’re wrong for each other. The age gap between us, our statuses, our backgrounds… but never has a woman felt so right in my arms. Our futures are heading in the same direction and twining together with every passing heartbeat.

She arches up, fitting perfectly against me, and the lump in my throat grows when I reach between us and trail my finger over the side of her lacy thong. If I don’t fuck her soon, I’m going to crack.

As it is, it takes every single trace of willpower at my disposal to sit there and go slow.

“Don’t even try to get naked,” she warns. “You’ve fucked me in this dress already. Just do it.”

Empire rolls her hips again, and the movement presses her throbbing pussy against me. My cock is hard and desperate for her.

“You deserve more—”

She’s the one who drags me in for a kiss. She fits our lips together and glides her tongue against mine as I graze my fingers over her cunt. I feel her wicked smile against my mouth, her intoxicating giggle.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to go slow?” She reaches between us and curls her fingers into the waistband of my pants. She presses her palm against my cock, and I thrust my hips, groaning.

My blood is pounding through my veins, making every bruise throb and my head spin.

This is a terrible position for my body. I’ve lived through worse but never fucked a woman right after. Empire, sensing my hesitation, maneuvers me onto my back, riding me like a tarnished award.

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