Page 75 of Where We Fall

Me: Maybe I want to see you angry there…

Marcus: I’m coming over tonight. You better be awake.

I sit up straight, shocked to see his text. He never comes to my place. Let’s be honest; his house is incredible. My apartment is just blah compared to his.

Me: When are you coming?

Marcus: No more questions. You better be ready and waiting…

I take the last sip of my wine and look around my apartment. I generally keep it clean, so there isn’t much to do. Maybe get some dishes in the dishwasher and put some clothes away in my room.

After I get my stuff in order, I freshen up in the bathroom and then change out of my cotton underwear into some black lace. I pair it with a black tank top and pajama shorts, deciding to skip the bra.

Call me crazy, but I want to look sexy when my man gets all macho with me.

I decide to have another glass of wine while I wait. I only get about halfway through before there’s a sudden knock on my door.

I put my glass down and walk over to the door, butterflies in my stomach.

I open the door, and he stands there with his arms crossed at his chest. I open the door further for him to come in. He walks past me.

When I close the door and turn around, I try to lean in for a kiss, but he backs away.

“No,” he says as he shakes his head back and forth. “That’s not how this is going to go tonight.”

He starts to advance on me. “Do you know what could have happened if someone leaned over an inch and looked at my phone tonight?”

I swallow. “What?”

“They could have seen your picture. They would have seen your breasts. Which aremine. You don’t get to send me those pictures without my permission.”

Wow. He’s never talked to me so dominantly before. I should be pissed off, but my body is too busy getting hot.

His eyes study mine; then, I see a crack in his facade. A small smirk emerges, and he leans in to whisper, “You know this is part of the act, right? You can do whatever you want. I would never tell you what to do.”

I suppress the laugh that wants to erupt. Only Marcus would stop and make sure I was comfortable before continuing this little game.

I nod my head for him so he knows I’m aware.

As soon as I do, his stern face is back.

“What do you think I should do to punish you?” he asks as his fingers come out and gently caress my neck.

His touch lights up my body, making every nerve ending feel ten times more sensitive.

My chest rises and falls in a heavy rhythm.

“Whatever you want.”

Probably not the smartest thing to say, but I haven’t the slightest clue how to respond.

His eyebrow raises. “Good answer. Now bring me to your room.”

I step in front of him and let him follow me through the kitchen, down the hallway, and into the first room on the right.

Before I get more than a couple steps in, he stops me.

“Stop right there, baby.” I stop and wait. He comes up behind me and brings his mouth to my ear. “Turn around.”

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