Page 63 of This Thing of Ours

“But he loves donuts, and I promised him an apple fritter when I talked to him on the phone this morning.”

Marco looked side-eyed at Gabriella from his stance leaned back against the elevator wall next to her. “Several of us have been trying to break him of his morning donut habit for years. Hopefully, this hospital stay will do the trick.”

She huffed—which he couldn’t help notice was very cute—stating, “That’s cruel and unusual punishment.”

“Really? If you thinkthat’scruel and unusual, you obviously have no idea what I do for a living.” Marco looked over at the only other occupant of the elevator. An elderly woman, complete with a walker, and hopefully hard of hearing.

Gabriella rolled her eyes.

The elevator doors opened before he could kiss the pout from her lips. He took her hand instead, leading her out, nodding to the elderly woman as they passed. He received a dirty look in return. Guess she had her hearing aids in.

“The least you could’ve done was let me get him some coffee.” Gabriella harped, not letting it go, as they traversed the hall.

“The coffee is just as bad by the time he adds all that shit to it.”

“You’re a sadist.”

He looked over at her and raised a brow. “And what do you know about sadism?”

“Internet.” She gave him a sly smirk and this time he didn’t hesitate to kiss it off her face.

Pulling her down a side hall, he opened a door to small waiting room and tugged her inside. A fast look around showed him it was vacant. The door didn’t have a lock, so he positioned her against it, stepping in close so their bodies brushed.

He didn’t give her a chance to protest before his mouth was on hers. He sucked on her lips. Soft and full, they were sweet from her lip gloss and minty from her toothpaste. He couldn’t get enough.

He was becoming addicted to the taste of her.

His hands dived under her sweater, coasting up the hot skin of her stomach, over the ridges of her ribcage, to her lace covered tits. Their fullness overfilled his palms, and he squeezed them gently, enjoying their weight.

He was becoming addicted to touching her.

She moaned, the sound throaty and sultry—cock hardening. He trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck, and she panted in his ear, little breaths that had him almost coming.

He was becoming addicted to the noises she made.

He was becoming addicted toher.

Her hands reached under his jacket and grasped his hip, and he pushed himself into her, unable to hold back a little groan of his own.

“I would ask if that’s a pistol in your pocket, but I have a feeling it might be.”

He chuckled in her ear. “Actually, that’s at the small of my back. My dick’s just happy to see you.”

“Um… good to know.”

He licked the shell of her ear before sucking on the lobe. “It can’t get enough of you. In fact, it wants you right now.”

“Well, as much as I’d like to accommodateit, my vagina isn’t exactly on board.”

He took a small step back to look at her. “You sore?” Shit. Why the fuck hadn’t he thought of that? He was an idiot.

She gave him a small shrug. “A little.”

He was going to take her on another date tonight, but maybe they should stay home so he could pamper her. He knew she wasn’t into bubble baths, but there had to be other things women liked. He should ask Nico. He’d been with Olivia long enough to know about shit like that. Fuck! No, scratch that. The last thing he wanted was to talk with Nico about soothing shit. Nico wasn’t stupid, he’d know why he was asking and having a heart-to-heart where the subject was about Marco defiling his sister was something he hoped to never have. Guess he would need to take a page out of Gabriella’s playbook and use the internet for some research.

He gave her one last light kiss on the lips. “Come on, let’s go see your dad and go home. You can put on comfortable clothes and we can vege out on the couch for the rest of the day.”

“We can order Chinese and watch the movie I fell asleep during last night.”

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