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“Jia… that doesn’t sound like resting to me.” I inch closer. “You heard what the doctor said, you have to rest.” Carefully, I tug her back and force her down onto the mattress.

“Marco—”

“No squirming. We can’t have you busting those stitches.” I move down her body as she stares up at me, back against the mattress, dark eyes pulsing.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s my turn to thank you for thanking me.” A devious grin pulls at my lips as I spread her legs and kneel between them.

CHAPTER 34

JUST DO IT ALREADY

Jia

Marco looms over me, still completely naked, that Chinese dragon glistening across his muscled torso and fire blazing in those mismatched irises.

No. No. No. This was not the plan. The hand job was bad enough, but this is crossing a whole other line. I can’t even explain what came over me this morning. It was pity, that had to have been it. And maybe the best night of sleep I’ve had in forever. Since the wedding, I’ve been plagued by nightmares and somehow, snuggled in Marco’s embrace, I finally slept in peace.

“My wound,” I blurt. Because that’s the reason we shouldn’t have sex. Ha! How about the other thousand reasons this is so wrong?

“Relax, spitfire. I’m not going to fuck you. Well, at least not with my cock.” He slides his tongue across his bottom lip, and a blazing inferno lights up between my legs. Speaking of hard up, how long has it been since I’ve had a release? I may be a virgin, but I still have a vibrator and know how to use it. With all the drama lately, I haven’t had a minute to tend to my own needs. His nostrils flare, and lust pulses through my core. “I just want to taste that sweet pussy.”

Before I can spit out my rebuttal, his hands close around my knees and pry them open. His fingers glide up my thighs and goosebumps explode across my flesh.

“Marco,” I grit out.

“It’s just tit for tat, Jia, relax. Like you said, it doesn’t have to mean anything, right?” His eyes sear into mine, and my breath hitches. “I just want to give my new wife a little pleasure. It won’t change anything. You can continue to hate me, and we can keep living our separate lives… but maybe, we can give into occasional moments like these, too.” His hopeful gaze is almost too much to bear. Also, damn, do I want this. “What do you say?”

“Okay.” The word spills out without my approval.

His gaze turns feral as his head disappears beneath the floral print of my sundress. I squeeze my eyes closed as his fingers dance up to the waistband of my panties. He slides the lace down my thighs, and anticipation tightens my core.

I should have been drunk for this, or at least a little tipsy. I’m much too aware of every touch, every sensation. Marco’s warm breath against my inner thigh, the coarse hair on his leg brushing my knee, but mostly those devastating lips blazing a trail toward my now exposed pussy.

“Mmm, spitfire, I’ve been dreaming about this sweetness since the day I saw you through the window of your boutique all those weeks ago.”

“What? When?”

His warm tongue lavishes my inner thigh, and every nerve springs to attention. “Doesn’t matter,” he murmurs against my skin.

My back arches at the gentle vibrations of his words, the anticipation of that tongue driving me to the point of insanity. Even the slight ache from the wound beneath my breastbone doesn’t take away from the blossoming pleasure. He continues to tease, licking and nibbling the sensitive skin only millimeters away from my throbbing center.

“Oh, for the love of all things, just do it already!” The command bursts from my lips and my eyes snap open, heat racing across my cheeks.

Marco’s head pops up from between my legs, a devilish grin plastered across that unfairly handsome face. “All you had to do was ask, spitfire.” He dives back down, like a man on a mission, and that sharp, wet tongue finally lavishes my center.

An embarrassing moan spills out and my eyes close again, hoping to somehow hide from the mortification. A chuckle vibrates against my folds, the warm sound reaching all the way to my spine and sending a tremor tumbling through. His tongue finds my clit, and my hips buck.

Oh, my…

I clench my teeth to keep from mewling like a cat in heat.

That tongue circles, each pass more devastating than the last. I’m strung up so tight I’m a second from exploding. Fiery energy builds, a blazing inferno on the point of combustion.

Marco’s head pops up again, and I nearly mutter a curse at the sudden lack of his tongue. I was so damned close. My arousal glistens on his chin, matching the luster in his eyes. He drags his tongue across his bottom lip and savors me. “I must have done something right in this life to have been rewarded with a wife whose pussy tastes like heaven.” His smile is downright sinful, and it’s enough to push me over the edge alone.

“Just stop talking and keep going,” I rasp out.

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